Murong Bo smiled angrily and said, "Beast, do you want to learn from Murong Hui?"
Murong Fu glanced coldly: "Since you mentioned Murong Hui, who are you?"
Murong Bo was slightly stunned. As a direct descendant of the Later Yan royal family, Murong Bo knew the irony in Murong Fu's words.
Murong Hui's father was Murong Bao, the second-generation ancestor who sent 100,000 elite troops from the Later Yan in the Battle of Chanhebei. If the prodigal sons in history were listed, this person would definitely reach the top.
The most popular.
His father Murong Chui endured humiliation and suffered heavy damage, but he was defeated by him in less than two years. He even once staged a tragedy of father and son robbing each other and brothers robbing each other.
Murong Bo said angrily: "Since ancient times, success and kings have always been a hero who judges success and failure. As long as a great cause can be achieved, who cares about what means you use to succeed?"
Murong Fu smiled and said, "This is indeed true. Those who steal hooks will be punished, and those who steal the country will be princes. This has always been the case, and it has been the same in ancient and modern times. However, now you are just a simple trouble. If you allow you to continue wandering around the world, you will be in the future.
The trouble is too great.”
Murong Bo was stunned, and after a moment, he suddenly laughed.
Murong Fu said: "What are you laughing at?"
Murong Bo smiled and said, "Okay, okay. He is decisive in killing and has no human grudges. This is how those who accomplish great things should be like this."
Murong Fu laughed: "Thank you for your praise."
Immediately, Murong Bo's expression narrowed and his eyes turned sharply: "Since that's the case, it's useless to say more, let's see the true seal in his hand."
“That’s right.”
“I have a request.”
Seeing a tragedy of father and son tragic death, Murong Bo suddenly spoke and broke the tense atmosphere.
"Oh? What?"
Murong Bo said with his hands behind his back: "Although you gave up the will of my Murong family, you are still the descendants of my Murong family. Although I have not educated you for thirty years, your skills are still derived from the unique skills of my Murong family. If you are
I hope to have a dignified battle with me with the Murong family martial arts. If I lose, I will let you deal with it."
Murong Fu said: "What if I don't compare with Murong's martial arts?"
Murong Bo laughed: "Now I am no match for you, so I have to surrender and be killed."
“What is your choice?”
Murong Fu pondered slightly: "Okay, since that's the case, according to you, you and I will fight with the three unique skills of the Dragon City Sword Technique."
It’s not that Murong Fu is troublesome. Although he knows that this is a trap set by Murong Bo, he still has to jump inside.
In the past, Murong Fu didn't feel much when his martial arts were low. Now that he has truly entered the palace level, Murong Fu truly feels the importance of cultivating his mind and cultivating his nature.
Ordinary martial artists in the martial arts world, such as Sima Wei, only need to practice internal skills according to martial arts secrets and learn moves, and their skills will naturally increase with age. However, when they reach the top, they must be in the heart and nature.
The practice has reached a certain level. A typical example is Tong Lao, who is a top tycoon who cultivates his mind but not his nature. The one in Shaolin Temple cultivates both mind and nature. Regardless of the two, this is the only way for top experts.
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After all, the person in front of me still has some bloody grace with me. If I really use my strength to defeat others and solve him, I am afraid that this knot will be in my heart and will be difficult to go further in the future.
It was precisely because Murong Bo had made this point that he made such a request.
"After all, in a match between father and son, I will let you take three moves first to end a little bit of blood and blood."
Murong Fu carried his hands behind his back and waited for the storm to come.
"Okay, then thank you Mr. Murong Fu!"
As he said that, Murong Bo pinched a sword technique with his left hand and poked out with his right hand, using his palm instead of the sword, using a move to "guard Zhongshan" and protect the entire door tightly.
This move is the starting move of the Murong Family Longcheng sword technique. The Murong Family martial arts, whether combined with each other, are saddened by the decline of the Later Yan and are continuously improved by the masters of the Murong Family throughout the ages.
This move "draged to Yedu" is intended to make the descendants of the Murong family remember the tragic past of the Northern Wei soldiers besieging Zhongshan and the people of Later Yan were trapped in the lonely city. This move is good at defending, protecting the entire door, and first making themselves invincible
The thirty-six killing moves in the land, which are fatal.
When they reach their level, their own fists and feet have long surpassed the benefits of weapons. There is no big difference between using weapons or not.
Seeing that Murong Bo did not dare to attack, Murong Fu knew that the other party was afraid of his great skills, so he simply gave the other party an enemy and I remained unmoved. It was also a move to "draw guarding Yedu".
In an instant, the sound of the wind breaks, Murong Bo flew his wrists and attacked him alternately, one straight, one strange, and the other strange, sealing more than a dozen large acupoints around Murong Fu's body.
Of course, Murong Fu knew that this was the second style of Longcheng sword technique, "Northern Dragon City".
Murong Bao was trapped in Zhongshan City, and the Northern Wei soldiers were puzzled for three months. In the end, Murong Bao, who lost his confidence and consciously had no hope of defending the city, led the remaining forces in Zhongshan City to travel north, hoping to return to Longcheng, where the ancestors of the Murong family had started their own business.
Go. The descendants left this trick in the sword technique to remind future generations to never forget the shame of mingling Rong Bao.
This move is in harmony, with odd wins, righteousness, and strangeness, and changes in all kinds of changes. In the sword score, there is only this way of practicing, and there is no move, which is to let every practitioner come up with his own ideas.
"Beast, do you recognize this trick?"
Murong Bo shouted loudly.
Murong Fu smiled and said, "Of course I recognize it. Isn't it just that Murong Bao was smart and lost all the people's will and finally died of the hands of foreigners?"
He replied, but his hands were dissatisfied with the movements. He blinked his fingers and urged his breath to change his strength, gently removing Murong Bo's move.
Murong Bo fought hard, sometimes using Longcheng sword technique, sometimes changing the ginseng finger technique, with sword energy scattered and finger wind whistling, one move, and one strikes, and more than twenty moves passed in an instant.
The two of them have been practicing martial arts for decades and are familiar with each other. If they continue to fight like this, they can only deal with each other accordingly and see who has consumed their internal strength first.
Murong Fu couldn't help but feel a little suspicious in his heart: "What's the point of fighting like this?"
Suddenly, the wind roared, and Murong Bo turned his palm into a fist, and a powerful punch hit Murong Fu's central palace.
Murong Fu bent his finger and bounced three times in a row. After three subtle sounds, the fierce fist force disappeared invisibly.
Then, Murong Fu pointed out three key acupoints around Murong Bo, and Murong Bo was unable to move immediately.
Murong Fu sneered: "This is the result of your busy life over the past thirty years? Have you practiced a few Shaolin kung fu? Use it to sneak attack?"
Murong Bo laughed: "It's time to say more, it's useless to talk about it. Take action, wolf cub."
Murong Fu sneered: "I won't kill you, but I won't let you go. There is a good place that has been arranged for you. You can spend the rest of your life there."