Murong Fu Dongfangqing

After the man in red appeared, he didn't even look at Murong Fu, he walked up to Yelu Hongji and sniffed his breath, "What a quick move, I'm just a little careless, you will kill him."

Murong Fu looked at the back of the man in red, "Why, when did you follow me?"

The man in red didn't turn around, and said lightly, "I've discovered you since you entered Da Khan's handsome camp. The reason why I didn't startle the enemy, I just wanted to see what you were going to do, to be honest, I admire you very much at such a young age. I can have this cultivation base, if possible, I don't want to be an enemy of people like you, I even want to be friends with you."

Murong Fu looked solemn, but did not act rashly, "You are the wolf king?"

The man in red turned around slowly, "Yes, I am the Wolf King, but I don't like this title very much."

Murong Fu didn't ask why, just stared at him without blinking, the brim of his hat was pulled down very low, a pair of faint blue pupils could be vaguely seen, the face was slightly long, the bridge of the nose was high, the face was very old, and the golden beard was trimmed It's very neat, this is an out-and-out westerner.

Murong Fu's eyes flickered, "Can you tell me your real name?"

"Real name?" The man in red was stunned for a moment, and sighed leisurely, "I don't remember, or I never had a real name, I was given another name since I was born, a name that has existed for hundreds of years. People call me that."

Murong Fu faintly thought of something when he heard the words, but felt that it was impossible, "Then what is the name?"

"Imam." The man in red slowly spit out three words.

Murong Fu suddenly changed his expression, "Are you the Great Elder of Persian Mingjiao?"

"Oh?" Imam was a little surprised, "You actually know me?"

Murong Fu nodded, "I've heard about it a little, but I can't figure it out, why did you take refuge with Temujin?"

Imam's face suddenly became a little complicated, "No, I'm not seeking refuge, I'm cooperating with him."

Murong Fu rolled his eyes, "Is there any difference?"

Imam said lightly, "You don't understand, he brought the holy fire and light to Persia, he is a new generation of Mingzun, I respect him."

Murong Fu twitched violently, "But he let Persia destroy the country, didn't he?"

Imam shook his head, "Without death, there will be no new life. Without darkness, there will be no light. Persia has not been destroyed, but has just moved towards new life and light. The holy fire of Mingzun will shine on every corner of the world."

Murong Fu was really a little speechless, "It's fine, it's fine, don't talk about it, let's stop talking about this nonsense."

The imam sighed in disappointment, "It seems that you don't understand, and the world will not understand, maybe one day..."

"It's over." Murong Fu interrupted him with a wave of his hand, "Will you hit me or not? If you don't, I'll leave."

"Ah..." Imam sighed, "I didn't want to kill you so early, but now it seems that I have no choice."

The smile on Murong Fu's face was unspeakably bright, "Then don't choose, I'm right here, waiting for you to kill."

The imam nodded seriously, but he didn't see how he moved, and suddenly a big fire ignited on his body, turning him into a burning man.

Murong Fu was stunned for a moment, but he saw the flame flickering slightly, then stretched out suddenly, in an instant, as if traveling through space, the Imam moved Zhang Xu out of thin air, and was already very close at hand.

"Damn it!" Murong Fu understood instantly, it turned out that this was a movement technique of the other party, but it was too strange, at least it looked strange.

In the blink of an eye, he advanced instead of retreating, his palm suddenly turned into a sharp bone claw, and when he grabbed it, it turned out to be a nine-yin white bone claw.

The flames on Imam's body danced and pointed out, pointing directly at the palm of his hand.

But after hearing a puff, the force pierced the back of the finger, and the bone suddenly shattered, but after the force dissipated, the palm became golden again, as if the bone before was just a shell.

Imam also seemed to be stunned for a moment, but seeing the unstoppable golden paw print, he twisted his wrist, moved his sword finger forward, and tapped on the Lie Que point on Murong Fu's wrist.

This is a common move to break the grappling technique. No matter how exquisite the grappling is, once the Lie Que acupoint on the wrist is hit, it will no longer be able to use half a bit of strength. Of course, if it is an ordinary master, it is impossible to be as strong as Imam. Pointing to him.

The golden paw print paused, Murong Fu's right wrist flicked slightly, and it stretched out of nowhere, and a claw grabbed the Imam's chest.

The imam stepped back seven or eight steps in a row, looked down at the five scratches on his chest, and looked at Murong Fu in surprise, "The universe has shifted?"

Murong Fu smiled and nodded, "That's right, you should have known about it a long time ago."

The imam was still puzzled, "I do know that you are responsible for the magical power I taught, but...but I have tapped your acupoints just now, how can you use the kung fu of moving the acupoints?"

"This..." Murong Fu half-spoken, then stepped out suddenly, and the shadows of claws gathered all over the sky, "I will tell you at your grave when you die."

He didn't know what evil technique the other party was practicing, but judging from its attributes, it must be extremely yang, so he chose the extremely yin and extremely cold Nine Yin White Bone Claws.

Imam sneered, "You better not use this kind of trick, it's useless to me."

Before he finished speaking, seeing the flames around him swaying for a while, the whole person seemed to melt into the flames, and moved out of the enveloping range of the Nine Yin White Bone Claws out of thin air.

Murong Fu frowned slightly, "What kind of kung fu are you doing?"

"I will tell you in front of your grave when you are dead." The Imam retorted, and with a stroke of his hands, seven or eight flames were scattered on his body. These flames condensed slightly, and turned into wires as thin as a cow's hair. In the blink of an eye, Murong Fu's whole body was covered.

These fire wires were glowing red, blurring the void. As soon as they appeared, the temperature in the tent suddenly soared, and the cup of tea on the short table evaporated at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Murong Fu's face was a bit serious, he didn't dare to push it any further, he quickly drew out the Heavenly Sword, and swiped in the air, a milky white sword thread emerged, stretched, silently, the sword thread dissipated, and the fire wires also broke into two pieces one after another .

Imam glanced at Tianjian, his hands changed again, and more fire wires condensed out, densely packed in a blink of an eye, somewhat similar to Dongfang Qing's Sunflower Collection.

But Murong Fu understands that these fire threads are not real objects, but the result of strength, they are endless, they are much more difficult to entangle than the needles and threads used by Sunflower Treasure.

After a little thought, he slashed out with the Heavenly Sword around his body, cutting off all the lines of fire, but at this moment, Imam's figure twisted, and his whole body turned into a ball of fire that rose slowly, and the big tent was illuminated. flushed.

After being twisted for a while, the "threads" scattered around turned into strands of tiny flames, faintly connecting into one piece, surrounding Murong Fu.

Even with his profundity, at this moment he also felt as if he was being scorched by the sun at close range, a little hot and unbearable.

"Hey hey," the fire ball in the air let out a sinister laugh, "This is my holy fire, you sinner who stole my teachings, today I will let you taste the pain of being burned by the holy fire."

"Hmph, pretending to be a ghost!" Murong Fu snorted coldly, and made a tactic with both hands. The Heavenly Sword hummed and trembled, splitting into hundreds of sword lights in an instant, wandering around his body, and the majestic sword intent filled the void, blocking all flames. outside.

But it's not over yet, Murong Fu turned his sword like a wheel, and said lightly, "Go!"

All the sword lights shot out in all directions, but there was a chaotic sound of chi chi chi chi, and all the flames were rushed to pieces.

As soon as Murong Fu's sword art changed, the light of the sword flew back and turned into a giant sword several feet long. He held the hilt with both hands, and slashed at the fireball in the air.

"Is this the imperial swordsmanship of the Central Plains? It seems there is nothing special about it." Imam's voice sounded from all directions, the fireball trembled slightly, and the fire was full of light. The ripples spread around, and the flames danced for a while, revealing the original shape of the Imam.

But seeing him standing in the air, a big fiery red hand raised slightly to support the blade of the huge sword, and he actually received the sword head-on without losing the wind.

On the contrary, sword energy and flames spurted out, scratching the top of the tent full of holes, making the tent crumbling, and a big fire soon ignited.

Murong Fu took a deep look at him, and suddenly smiled strangely, "Who said that there are only two skills in sword control."

As he said that, he opened his hands wide, and quickly made a weird hand formula, "Human and sword unite, Yujian flies to the sky!"

Before he finished speaking, his figure suddenly blurred, and merged with the phantom of the huge sword in the air. In an instant, the sword body trembled, shrunk sharply, and turned into a white horse, soaring into the sky.

Imam looked up slightly, but saw a bright sword light cut through the night sky, shooting towards him from top to bottom, extremely fast and fierce, and there was a piercing sound in the void.

Finally, a dignified expression flashed across Imam's face. He fell to the ground first, then rose up, turned into a fireball halfway, and hit the white horse.

There was a loud "bang", and another wave of force rolled out. The void seemed to be cut into two halves. The two people in the air were deadlocked for less than a breath. The ground collapsed and the big tent was torn apart.

Jian Guang gained power and followed closely behind, this time the fireball finally stopped being tough, and with a slight shake, it had already dodged far away, the flames subsided, and the imam's figure appeared.

The white horse that Murong Fu transformed into flashes of light, showing its original shape. There are thousands of rays of light on its body, seeming to go and stay, very miraculous.

At this moment, the two fought against each other with only a few moves, but all of them were earth-shattering and extremely destructive moves. The surrounding area was already in a mess, and the battalion guards rushed from all directions like locusts.

Murong Fu frowned, "Looks like tonight is not suitable for fighting, how about we meet another day?"

Except for the five claw marks he scratched at the beginning, the Imam didn't suffer any injuries. He smiled and shook his head when he heard this, "It's okay, these people are nothing more than ants in the eyes of you and me. If there is no winner or loser, I am afraid it will be difficult for you to retreat unscathed."

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