Feng Bo Evil had already fallen into the hole with one foot, and suddenly a gray sword light struck him. The sharp and suffocating aura scared him to the point of death. He twisted around desperately, and the golden power under his body was also blocked by the sword.
Light passes through everything.
After Feng BoE regained his freedom, he patted the rubble without hesitation, and after doing a few somersaults, he returned to Li Mochou and complained with a pale face, "Miss Li, you almost cut off the leg of the Fourth Brother."
, you are not avenging private revenge, are you?"
Li Mochou rolled her eyes and said calmly, "Then you go back again, I promise I won't save you again this time."
In fact, the scene just now really shocked her. Although she was inexplicably able to use the Shadow Sword to slash out a powerful sword light, she couldn't control it at will. If she really cut off Feng Boxie's leg, what would happen if she really cut off one of Feng Bo's legs?
It's a big mistake.
Li Mochou was still frightened, but she remained calm on the surface. She turned to ask, "What did you see inside? Why do I see there is a master inside?"
The previous golden power was masculine and mellow, and yin and yang complemented each other, changing hardness and softness. It was obviously not Murong Chao's work.
Feng Bo's expression became solemn when he heard this, "You guessed it right, there is a dungeon under the main hall, and there is a master whose limbs are chained. I can't feel how deep his skills are. Before, I just sneaked in from a distance.
I noticed him after just one look. I thought he was not under the Young Master, but he seems to be an enemy of the Shangshu Mansion and is currently negotiating with Murong Chao."
"There are actually masters?" Li Mochou was a little confused at this time. Not counting the dead Murong Teng and the seriously injured Murong Xi, the Shangshu Mansion already had two masters of the True Yuan Realm, Murong Chao and Murong Chui, and now they came out again.
One, isn’t the Shangshu Mansion’s heritage too profound?
"This is absolutely true," Feng BoE said, "Do you think you should notify the young master immediately to retreat? I'm afraid we won't be able to break this bone today."
Li Mochou naturally knew that the best way at the moment was to retreat before the unknown master came out, but she knew very well Murong Fu's temperament that she would be so embarrassed that he would go back in despair despite making such a big noise.
"What to do, what to do..." Li Mochou was anxious, but there was nothing she could do.
"Give me the Heavenly Sword, and I will help you." But at this moment, Feng BoE said.
Li Mochou thought that this was all she could do, so she handed the Heavenly Sword to Feng BoEi, while she held the hilt of the Shadow Sword tightly, obviously looking for an opportunity to take action.
Speaking of which, Feng Bo evil had never touched this Heavenly Sword. Now that he had acquired the Heavenly Sword, he had a strange feeling of "I have the sword in my hand, and I own the whole world", and his eyes turned slightly red.
"What are you doing? Why don't you take action?" Li Mochou couldn't help but snorted when she saw that he didn't move for a while.
Feng Bo Evil came back to his senses in an instant, and secretly thought in his heart, "What a wicked sword." He then grasped the hilt of the sword with both hands, flew up and slashed out with a sword in the air. His sword skills were sparse and ordinary, and the weight of this heavenly sword was not light.
It was difficult to use it, so he could only pour his true energy into the sword to generate sword energy.
The tip of the sword cut through the void, and a line of light red sword energy suddenly flew out. Murong Chuizheng broke through Murong Fu's six meridians with one sword, but at this moment, a chill came from behind, and he had no choice but to return the sword to defend himself.
Almost at the same time, Murong Fu raised his hands in the air and counted. No energy was seen flying out, but there was a blur in the void. It was the Murong family's unique skill Shen He Zhi.
Murong Chui felt a numbness and tingling sensation in his meridians for no reason, and his body stagnated for a moment. In this moment of delay, Feng Bo Evil's sword energy had already reached several feet behind him. Although the power was not unprecedented, it was still powerful.
If the mortal body is struck, it will either die or be disabled.
"Hmph!" Murong Chui snorted coldly. There was no trace of panic on his face. He squatted down suddenly, his upper body and lower body seemed to be folded in half, avoiding the sword energy without any damage.
After escaping this blow, the true energy in his body was flowing freely, but before Murong Chui could change his moves, a chill suddenly rose in his heart. He seemed to catch a glimpse of a gray light and shadow in the corner of his eyes, and Murong Fu in front of him also flicked his fingers in succession, making a large film
Colorful sword energy shot towards him.
At this time, it was no longer possible to dodge, so Murong Chui had no choice but to activate the "Star Movement" with all his strength, a layer of green-red light aroused all over his body, and at the same time, he subconsciously swung his sword to block the gray light and shadow.
After several "Puff puffs", Murong Fu raised his eyes and couldn't help but be stunned for a moment. The sword energy of his Six Meridians Divine Sword actually passed through Murong Chui's body without hurting him at all.
However, the Longquan Sword made a clear sound after touching Li Mochou's gray sword light, and then the green light disintegrated, and the sword and hand flew out together. The weird "Star Shift" could not stop the Yingying Sword.
Sword light.
Under the severe pain, Murong Chui twisted his body and retreated about ten feet. He wanted to grab Long Quan, but Murong Fu was one step faster than him. He opened his hand and sucked the Long Quan Sword into his hand, but he had no choice but to retreat further away.
He stared hard at the culprits of all this, Li Mochou and Feng Bo evil.
Murong Fu removed the severed hand with great disgust, rolled up his sleeves and wiped it left and right, and finally held the Longquan Sword in his hand. His hand was slightly heavy, and a cold feeling came from the palm of his hand. He looked down at the sword body, and sure enough, it was there.
It feels like a dragon hovering in the abyss.
"Good sword, really good sword!" Murong Fu waved his hand twice and couldn't help but praised it. However, he soon frowned again. This sword was not as smooth in his hand as the Heavenly Sword.
, seems to be similar to the Heavenly Sword, but the power in Murong Chui's hands just now is not weaker than the Heavenly Sword. What is going on?
What made him feel even more strange was that the Longquan Sword represented "slaying the dragon" and symbolized nobility and purity, but no matter how you looked at it, the sword had a hint of evil and a faint smell of blood.
He took a closer look and immediately discovered that there were more than a dozen extremely fine blood threads in the Big Dipper holes on the sword.
He didn't know whether the blood streaks existed before or whether they appeared later during the fierce battle, but he understood that the sword must have been treated with some special method. Thinking of what Murong Chui had said before, he couldn't help but ask, "You guys
What did you do to the sword?"
"Do you think the old man will tell you?" Murong Chui said coldly. At this time, he had broken one of his hands. Although the bleeding stopped quickly, after all, he was old and had fought with Murong Fu for so long.
There was a faint layer of white on the skin, a bit like rotting meat, and it looked extremely oozing.
"It's okay if you don't tell me, hahaha, Cheng Ying, Longquan, this young master's trip is really worth it!" Murong Fu looked at the Longquan Sword blankly and couldn't help but said proudly. As for the secret of Longquan Sword, he didn't know much about it.
Don't worry, now that the sword has fallen into his hands, as long as he gives time, he is afraid that he will not be able to study it.
Thinking about this legendary sword, it is a blessing to get one. Today, two of them were unexpectedly gathered together. No one can hold back their excitement.
Feeling proud, Murong Fu did not forget about it. He was also aware of the commotion that Feng Bo evil had caused in the hall. No matter what other masters were inside, it was natural to kill Murong Chui first.
Thinking of this, his figure suddenly rushed out, waving the long sword, and countless sword shadows flew. Although he could not exert the true power of Longquan Sword, with his current martial arts, even an ordinary long sword in his hand would be powerful.
No small matter.
Murong Chui had one of his hands cut off, but his body skills were still there and he still had some strength. When he saw Murong Fu's murderous intention, he immediately used his body skills to dodge.
Murong Fu had learned a lot of martial arts. He had no less than five or six light kung fu skills, and he had especially practiced the Earth Shutting Technique. At this time, he used Space Fold, and in an instant he was behind Murong Chui. He waved his arms lightly and used countless swords.
The shadows swarmed together, turned into one, and cut them down with one sword without mercy.
Murong Chui was so frightened that he felt like he was dying, but at this moment, he was stagnant and defenseless, so he couldn't think of any way to save himself except to activate Dou Zhuan Xing Yi to the extreme.
However, the transformation of the Shangshu Mansion was mysterious. At this time, his skills were at their lowest, and how much power could he still exert? When life and death were at stake, he didn't care about face, so he opened his mouth and shouted towards the main hall, "Save me!"
As if in response to Murong Chui's plea for help, a voice immediately came from the main hall, "My little friend, you have to be merciful and merciful. There is no need to kill them all, right?"
Before he finished speaking, a figure loomed, as if it was so close to the end of the world, and it came to Murong Chui's side in one step. He raised his hand lightly, and a dazzling golden light lit up in his palm. Then an invisible big hand appeared out of thin air, and actually knocked out Murong Fu's complete sword.
Take all the energy into your hands.
Murong Fu's pupils shrank, and after a closer look, he discovered that it was a large golden handprint that was holding back the sword energy, while the surrounding small golden sword energy dispersed most of his body. The feeling was like the Wuzhishan suppressing Sun Wukong.
Everything is under control.
Murong Fu raised his eyes and took a look, and couldn't help but have a strange look on his face. This man's dress was really too weird. He had a big bald head, a string of rosary beads hanging around his neck, and a gray preacher's robe. Although it was tattered, it was
He was spotless, with a huge wine gourd hanging around his waist. The key was that this man had thick eyebrows and big eyes, a white face and no beard, and an air of elegance all over his body, which was no less impressive than those old masters who were familiar with Confucian classics.
Murong Fu really didn't know what identity to assign to such an "alien" who had the characteristics of Buddhism, Confucianism, and Taoism all over his body. However, this man's aura was as deep as the abyss and strange and unpredictable. He was probably also a master of the transformation realm.
"When did masters in the transformation realm become so worthless that they can be encountered casually?" Murong Fu couldn't help but think in his heart.
While Murong Fu was looking at the bald monk, the bald monk was also looking at him. He always had a kind smile on his face, and his big eyes were shining, as if he could see through everything. After a long time, he smiled slightly and said, "You are really lucky to live in a great place.
If you can obtain Longquan and the two swords of Chengying, your future will be limitless."
Murong Fu was speechless in his heart. He didn't even mean to praise anyone, but he slowly dispersed his sword energy and cautiously asked, "I wonder who the senior is? I have been traveling in the world for so many years, and I have never heard of a person as big as the senior.