Murong Fu rushed up, and Yang Yi couldn't beat him. Usually, at this time, he wouldn't hide anymore.

Although martial arts are not as good as Xiao Feng and Murong Fu, who is Yang Yi? After the Tang Dynasty, they are all great martial artists. Even Xiao Feng and Murong Fu in full health cannot be with Yang without more than a hundred rounds.

It's high or low at first sight.

Besides, they had been fighting fiercely for more than two hours, and their physical strength was not much better than their father. Xiao Feng had at least drunk a few big sips of wine while he was sworn brothers, but Murong Fu had not had a drop of water. Yang Yi had been in the past half a day.

It's tea and snacks, and it doesn't take any delay in eating and drinking when you watch the fun.

Murong Fu shouted crazy, but he was far less heroic than Xiao Feng. Although this sword stabbed sharply, he could detect hesitation and caution even if he looked closely.

The sheep swayed in a shaking body, intending to avoid the unfavorable situation of being attacked by the two of them first. Some functions have become his temperament and habits all day long, so this shaking naturally uses fire, light, shadow.

, man's invisible principle of these elements.

Murong Fu felt a flash in front of him, and Yang Yi suddenly became blurred. After being shocked, he didn't know where to stab his sword.

Yang Yi just dodged away, and Murong Fu's sword stabbed Xiao Feng.

Xiao Feng subconsciously danced the iron palm with the sound of dragon roar to capture Murong Fu's sword hilt, and Murong Fu was suddenly turned into Xiao Feng and was frightened again.

Too weird!

He hurriedly withdrew his sword and protected himself, and now he was completely confused. Before he could find Yang Yi again, he was swung out by the oncoming broom.

Murong Fu's face was covered in blood after being beaten.

Yang Yi’s big broom is made of fine iron.

In order to be discovered by a Shaolin Temple monk, he secretly went down the mountain to the blacksmith shop in Luoyang thirty years ago and spent a lot of money to create this highly simulated and specially made fine iron broom.

On the surface, it looks no different from a bald broom that is about to take off the branches and leaves, but in fact it is a cruel weapon. A sheep in a dangerous place will carry it with him wherever he goes, and he can suddenly rise up and beat people all over his face at any time.

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The first one to be hit was Murong Fu.

Because of the angle, the invisibility of Murong Fu only looks nothing unusual in others. Murong stabs out a sword, the sweeping monk flashes casually, and then a broom.

Oh my God, that's Nan Murong! In one round, people beat the face like that. If it weren't for seeing it with their own eyes, they wouldn't believe it.

The image of Yang Yi's supernatural martial artist has been confirmed from theory to practice.

Xiao Feng was also shocked. Although the two were as famous as the world, he was confident that he could beat Murong Fu. But in fairness, one-on-one must be done after two hundred moves, or even more.

But right in front of him, Murong Fu was knocked down with one move.

At this moment, Xiao Feng, who was originally passionate and never gave up, couldn't help but feel confused. The scene was silent, and the spectators who were shocked twice were waiting for Xiao Feng to make a difficult choice.

After all, it was the hero Xiao Feng. No matter how strong the opponent was, he could only be beaten to death, not scared to death. After he hesitating for a moment, he also attacked Yang Yi, and the dragon roar sounded again in his palms.

But he was still affected by Murong's quick defeat just now, and he was also a little hesitant and cautious when he used his palm, which was contrary to his domineering and strong temperament of the Dragon Subduing Palm.

In addition, his physical strength was about to be exhausted, and his attack was actually much lower than Willy at his peak.

Yang Yi was exactly the same. His experience in martial arts confrontation was too rich. Another invisible flash. Xiao Feng's eyes burst into tears. What appeared in front of him was Murong Fu, who had just stood up and his face was covered in blood.

Both of them were shocked again.

‘Bang~’

Xiao Feng was also beaten with a broom to his face and fell out of the way.

‘Bang!’ Murong Fu ate again, and was beaten down again before he stood firm.

The heroes at the scene were so shocked that they had barbs all over their bodies.

Three moves knocked over Bei Xiaofeng and Nan Murong, who were all over the world, three times, and they used a bald broom. Many people wanted to kneel down to the sheep immediately.

After that, Yang Yi swung seven more brooms, knocked over Xiao Feng three times and Murong Fu four times.

If Xiao Feng or Murong Fu were alone tonight, Yang Yi would not have achieved such a strong record. It was precisely because they interfered with each other during the attack that their combat power was greatly reduced.

If it weren't for the night with the misty fire, sheep wouldn't be able to do it, and his invisibility would definitely not have such outstanding effect in broad daylight;

If the two had not experienced a cruel and dangerous long-term fierce battle before this, sheep would not do it;

If the two invincible fathers had not been convinced first and had their two sons shrunk their aura, Yang Yi would not do it;

If it weren't for the appearance background, the atmosphere would be perfectly set off, creating the impression of a supernatural and peerless master from beginning to end, implanting it into the brain marrow of two people, and sheep wouldn't do it either.

All factors gathered together, and Yang Yi, who was already very strong in martial arts, finished the battle torture of the famous Liao Dynasty and the northern Xiao Fengnan Murong in the Song Dynasty. This was the most exciting final battle of the Shaolin Temple Martial Artists Conference.

The old and hunched sweeping monk was like a martial god coming to the world at this moment, and his temperament was always tightly grasped.

Look at the two young heroes, their faces are covered in blood and they can't tell their facial features. Xiao Feng is okay. Although he is the king of the Southern Court of Liao Kingdom, he is the former leader of the Beggars' Sect after all, and he is ragged by the iron broom branches.

It reminds people of his former career glory.

But Murong Fu was so miserable. He was originally the image of a wealthy and beautiful young man in Jiangnan, but now he became the Nine Bag Elder of the Dirty Clothing Sect.

The two of them dared not fight again. If they continued to fight, they would definitely be beaten to death by the broom. Yang Yi stood on the bloody broom and looked at them quietly, with temperament.

Xu Zhu had already cried so hard that he could only come and kneel in front of the sheep, begging his master to let go of the swearing elder brother Xiao Feng.

Inspired by Xu Zhu, the scumbag queen, who was as beautiful as a fairy, also pulled Duan Yu to kneel in front of Yang Yi, begging him to let his cousin Murong Fu go.

Yang Yipeng didn't want to pat Xiao Xiao and Xiao Murong to death, and the two men's fathers were still kneeling there. So he took the opportunity to give his disciple Xu Zhu and Dali Prince Duan Yu's face.

Yang Yi and Xiao Feng and Murong Fu said, "You two will leave quickly. If you dare to trek into my important Shaolin Buddhist site in the future, it will not be as cheap as today. Your father will be taken care of by Shaolin Temple, and they will come and go.

Freedom, don’t worry. By the way, I will pay for the repair fee for destroying the house today before leaving, each company will cost 5,000 taels of silver."

Where did the Dawang Mansion of the Southern Court of Liao Kingdom and the Murong family in Gusu become poor? The subordinates quickly paid the fees with gold ingots and gold ingots, and the amount of money was only a lot more.

Yang Yi glanced at Jiumozhi again and again, and the monks felt a thrill. The Tubo Dalun Temple was even more rich, and they gave it to Jinyezi.

The monk Huifeng, who collected the money, turned his nostrils to the sky. As an unknown mediocre monk in the Sutra Pavilion, he had never been as proud as he is today.

Then Xiao Feng and Murong Fu, who had wrapped their wounded faces into rice dumplings, cried and knelt down to their biological fathers. The two frightened fathers shivered with their eyelids but did not even look back. The sweeper's broom was still bleeding.

The sheep said, "It's all gone," and the heroes and demons disappeared in an instant, and Shaolin Temple returned to peace.
Chapter completed!