A look of hesitation flashed across Murong Fu's eyes, but he finally sighed secretly, waved his hand in his sleeve, and an invisible energy flew out.
The two long swords that were thrust into Zhong Zhiling's chest were deflected by a few inches and passed under his ribs.
The two teenagers were stunned for a moment, doubts flashing in their eyes.
Zhong Zhiling was also slightly stunned. The long sword in his hand had already stabbed the arm of the young man before. The young man felt pain and immediately retreated.
Everyone in the hall thought that Zhong Zhiling was dead, but they did not expect that such a big "mistake" would suddenly occur.
Hong Antong saw some clues and glanced at Yuan Chengzhi with doubtful eyes. When he thought about it, if someone secretly took action, it was most likely someone from Yuan Chengzhi's side.
Zhong Zhiling had to slow down his breath. The tip of the sword turned sharply, a white light flashed, and there were several "puff-puff-puff" sounds. Three of the teenagers were immediately cut open in their lower abdomens, and blood flowed out.
The other teenagers were shocked and retreated to distance themselves.
Hong Antong's face was gloomy, and he clenched his fists in his sleeves, as if he wanted to take action himself. He suddenly glanced at the other four dragon envoys standing in the front, "Where are the green dragon envoys, and the black dragon envoys?"
Xu Xueting and Zhang Danyue looked at each other, stepped forward and bowed: "My subordinate is here!"
"If you don't take down this traitor quickly, do you want me to take action myself?" Hong Antong shouted in a deep voice.
A trace of hesitation flashed across Xu Xueting's face, "Leader, this..."
"What! Do you also want to apostatize?" Hong Antong interrupted before he could finish his words, with a hint of anger in his tone.
Xu Xueting and the others were shocked and said quickly: "I don't dare!"
When Zhong Zhiling saw that Hong Antong had sent five dragon envoys to deal with him, he was immediately panicked. He hurriedly pushed away the four teenagers who were pestering him and jumped towards the entrance of the palace.
"Humph!" Hong Antong couldn't hold it in any longer, snorted coldly, and disappeared in a flash.
But seeing a gray-white afterimage passing through the crowd, Zhong Zhiling looked back and his hands and feet were so scared that his hands and feet were cold.
Hong Antong raised his hand, and an extremely subtle "chichi" sound sounded, followed by a palm strike.
When the force of his palm reached Zhong Zhiling's vest, a sword energy suddenly hit him diagonally. With a "pop", the two energy energy disappeared invisible. Hong Antong turned around and saw that the person who struck was Murong Fu.
It turned out that when he saw Hong Antong in action, Murong Fu also stretched out his foot and followed Hong Antong, and then a sword energy shattered his palm and rescued Zhong Zhiling.
Hong Antong glanced at Murong Fu in surprise, "Master Murong, what do you mean?"
Murong Fu smiled slightly, "This guy is not bad. I want to keep him. I wonder if Master Hong can give him some face?"
Hong Antong was stunned for a moment, then his face darkened, "If I remember correctly, I don't seem to have any friendship with your Murong family. Why should I give you face?" At first, he had some affection for Murong Fu, but now he doesn't.
It turned into nothing.
Murong Fu didn't take it seriously, "Just because we didn't have friendship before, doesn't mean there won't be one in the future. Why should the leader be so persistent!"
"Hmph, no one can protect the person I want to kill!" Hong Antong was furious and opened his hand to slap Zhong Zhiling.
Murong Fu swayed, came to Zhong Zhiling, and struck out with the same palm.
A sinister look flashed through Hong Antong's eyes, "Humph, what about the little kid with a yellow mouth who doesn't have all his hair? What about the Murong family? If he died on Shenlong Island, the Murong family would have no choice but to live here." He thought in his mind.
Then, the strength in his hands increased a bit, and he actually had murderous intentions and wanted to kill Murong Fu directly.
Murong Fu also knew that Hong Antong was very good at martial arts, so he did not dare to underestimate the enemy. Once he made a move, he used all his strength to move forward.
With a "bang" sound, the palms of the two people touched each other. At the same time, with the palms of the two people as the center, a circle of invisible air waves spread to all sides, and the disciples who were close were blown around.
But after just a few breaths, Hong Antong's complexion suddenly changed drastically. He couldn't reach the palm of his hand and was forced to take a few steps back.
The disciples of the Shenlong Sect were all shocked. In their eyes, the leader who had always been invincible and close to a god was actually defeated. It was hard to accept it for a while.
Hong Antong glanced at Murong Fu with an uncertain expression, "How come you can turn bones into palms?"
Murong Fu looked calm and replied ambiguously: "Didn't the leader ask questions knowingly?" In fact, he was secretly awe-inspiring in his heart. He had really underestimated this bone-transforming cotton palm before.
The bone-melting cotton palm used by Hong Antong was completely different from that used by Mao Dongzhu. Even though Murong Fuyun jumped up and down, completely rebounding his internal force, his arm was still sore and numb from the shock, and this kind of soreness and numbness
It seems to come from the bone marrow.
The inner strength of Murong Fu's sleeve surged to dispel the paralysis, and he secretly decided in his heart that after this incident, he would see if he could get the secret book of the Bone-Transforming Cotton Palm and practice it.
Hong Antong's face turned green and red. It was really beyond his expectation that Murong Fu had such skill at such a young age. However, he was confident that his own martial arts skills were definitely not comparable to that of a kid with a yellow mouth. He had just been beaten by
The opponent just suffered a loss by taking advantage of the opportunity, so he immediately flew his hands and struck out several times in a row with "swish, swish, swish".
"Haha, well done!" Murong Fu laughed loudly, raised his sword fingers with both hands, and "chichichi" he fired out several sword energy.
Although he did not use a weapon, with his current understanding of the Six Meridians Divine Sword, it is not difficult to hit ordinary sword energy out of thin air. Although the power is small, it is faster and consumes less. It is also a pretty good weapon.
means of confronting the enemy.
When Hong Antong saw that he could actually strike out sword energy out of thin air, he suppressed his contempt in his heart. He used his full power and mastered various palm techniques and boxing techniques at his fingertips. With every movement of his hands and feet, the strong wind was blowing, which was unparalleled in power.
In the blink of an eye, dozens of moves were made, and the two figures were seen shaking, but they always maintained a distance of two or three feet, and even their fists and feet did not make any contact. It was a miraculous skill.
The energy in the hall was scattered, and everyone's faces hurt, and they all stepped back several feet. Some of the disciples with lower martial arts skills were also dizzy and nauseous.
Both Yuan Chengzhi and Sang Jie had a complex look on their faces. Both of them boasted that they had few enemies in the world, but they were both defeated by Murong Fu, especially Yuan Chengzhi. Since their debut, not to mention the younger generation.
His generation, even many masters of the older generation, were far from his match, but after meeting Murong Fu, he realized what it means to be someone outside the world, and there is a world outside the world.