I saw these seven people wearing tantric lama costumes. Although I didn't understand what level and sect the different tantric costumes represented, the seven people in front of me all had shining eyes and smooth and light inner breaths. They were obviously practicing
He has mastered internal strength, and it seems that his skill is not weak...
Especially for a person who is over fifty years old, with restrained eyes and a dull body aura, which shows that his internal strength has reached the level of proficiency.
"Who are you?" Murong Fu asked.
The old lama bowed slightly and said, "Infinite Life Buddha, the young monk's name is Milo. This is not the place where the young master should come. Put down this Mr. Deer and please go back."
"You are already a very old man, why do you still call me a young monk? You are really... pretending to be young!" Murong Fu secretly cursed, but he said: "It doesn't matter if this person is given to you, I have no other choice but to go.
Please make it easier for me, Master!"
Old Lama Milo shook his head, "I'm sorry, young monk, I can't do it."
"You talk so much nonsense, why don't you want to hit me!" Murong Fu muttered, flicked his fingers, and sealed the acupuncture points all over Luzhangke's body. He threw it aside and slapped Miluo with his palm.
Milo's pair of slightly cloudy eyes remained calm, his face remained unchanged at all, his sleeves swayed, and a red palm print about a foot in size suddenly flew out.
"Big hand seal!" Murong Fu's heart skipped a beat and he hurriedly leaned forward from the iron bridge, his body touching the ground.
"Are you from the Mudra Sect?" Murong Fu straightened up and stepped back a few feet before asking.
The old lama raised his eyebrows and glanced at Murong Fu in surprise, "The young monk comes from Nalanda Temple, not the Mudra Sect."
"Nalanda Temple?" Murong Fu frowned slightly. The name seemed familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had heard it.
But he didn't have time to care about this at the moment. He turned his hands and made a complicated gesture on his lower abdomen.
"You can too!" Milo's face, which had always been calm and composed, finally changed for the first time, with an incredible look flashing through it.
Murong Fu said nothing, and his hand movements became faster and faster, turning into a blurry shadow. A strange wave of energy spread out from his whole body, as if there was some mysterious rhythm in it.
Milo knew what Murong Fu was doing. No matter how good he was, it was impossible for Murong Fu to successfully perform hand seal fusion at this time. His hands immediately changed and he also made a complicated gesture.
It's just that this gesture is different from Murong Fu's. Not only is it much faster, but the energy around it is restrained and not restrained.
Suddenly there was a "pop" sound, Miluo pushed forward with both palms, and a half-foot-long, solid palm quickly hit Murong Fu.
Murong Fu's face changed slightly, and his hand movements became a little faster. Even so, Milo's handprints seemed to jump through space. One moment, they were still ten feet away, but the next moment, they were no longer far away from Murong Fu.
To several feet.
Murong Fu had no choice but to use Cui Dantian Beiming's true energy and send the fingerprints out.
For a moment, a strong wind blew up in the house, and the energy flew away. The entire fourth floor seemed to be wrapped in a huge aura, with tower ornaments flying under it.
Milo and the six lamas behind him looked even more horrified. Murong Fu's handprints suddenly swelled up in the wind. In an instant, they were half a foot high, and his fingers were clean and thick.
Under Luo's handprint.
Murong Fu couldn't help but be stunned for a moment. It turned out that he had not successfully condensed the big hand seal just now, but at the last moment he injected the unrivaled inner power of his Dantian into the hand seal. Unexpectedly, it produced such a breathtaking effect.
"It can be used more often in the future!" Murong Fu secretly laughed.
There were several loud "bang bang bang" sounds, the two large and small handprints collided together, and there was a popping sound of air squeezing around.
Although Miluo's handprint is small, it seems to really answer the sentence, "the concentrated essence", which is even comparable to Murong Fu's handprint.
And as time passed, Murong Fu's handprints became a little unstable.
Murong Fu was so anxious that he didn't know what the rules of the world were. He jumped out, bypassed the hand seals, and slapped the seven lamas several times with "bang bang bang".
Although Milo didn't expect Murong Fu to act so unconventionally, he obviously had a lot of experience in fighting. As soon as Murong Fu moved, he took precautions and secretly prepared his moves. When he saw Murong Fu coming, he
Without hesitation, he put his hands together, and immediately, an immense amount of strength burst out.
A wall of energy was formed half a foot in front of Milo.
The wall of energy was not thick, and it only looked a few inches long. But when Murong Fu slapped it with his palm, it was like hitting cotton. The wall of energy sunk in, but there was no sign of dispersing. Moreover, he
All the strength of his palms also disappeared.
This surprise was no small matter, but Murong Fu was quite dissatisfied. After all, there was a limit to how much he could move a thousand pounds, so he immediately used all his strength and struck out with one palm.
Sure enough, the wall of energy shook, and Milo took a step back involuntarily.
"Brother!" A slightly younger lama from behind called out, stretched out his hand and put it on Milo's shoulder.
Murong Fu was stunned at first, but the color of the horse's face changed slightly. Mi Luo's clasped palms suddenly pushed forward and pressed against the energy wall. The cracked energy wall suddenly recovered.
Just like before, and more vigorous.
"Is this... the superposition of skills?" Murong Fu murmured, and a rather incredible idea came to his mind. The young lama could actually superimpose his skills onto Milo's body.
As we all know, the internal strength that everyone has cultivated through hard work contains their own essence. In other words, even if they are brothers from the same sect and practice the same kind of internal strength, their internal strength will be different. If they are forcibly superimposed,
, it is very likely that the recipient will explode to death or become possessed and become mentally confused.
But the scene in front of him overturned Murong Fu's understanding. Milo's spirit was so good that he couldn't bear it at all, especially if one could be superimposed, what about the next five?
For a moment, Murong Fu's mind was racing with thoughts and he had a headache.
However, people from the six major sects must be rescued today, at least the Emei sect must be rescued. Murong Fu shook his head to throw away his distracting thoughts, his face became solemn, he made a sword formula with his left hand, and with one click of his right index finger, a line of light blue color appeared.
The energy 'shoots' out.
Since breaking the surface is the core principle of martial arts, Murong Fu's use of the Six Meridians Divine Sword to break through this energy wall was naturally the best choice.
As soon as the Shang Yang sword touched the wall of energy, it paused slightly and then passed through it. However, it only flew halfway out, but it turned diagonally and flew somewhere else.
Murong Fu couldn't help but was stunned for a moment. This scene... wasn't the scene when he used the Great Shift to remove the energy of others? Could it be that these lamas also had the Great Shift of the Universe?
A loud "bang" sound came from behind Murong Fu. It turned out that the two large and small handprints just now had been separated into high and low.
Murong Fu glanced back, and saw that Milo's small handprint passed through a 'hole' between Murong Fu's large handprint and flew forward, but Murong Fu's large handprint continued to fly over.
It's just that the handprints were already there and disappeared, and they dispersed before they flew very far.
"Brother, let me help you!" At this moment, another lama said, and Milo also had an extra hand on his shoulder.
"Chichichi!" There was a rapid sound, and Murong Fu flicked his hands continuously. Suddenly, his whole body was filled with colorful sword energy, and he shot towards the seven lamas very quickly, but every time he passed through the wall of energy,
, but the direction is always diverted.
"It's so difficult now. If they attack together, I may not be my opponent!" Murong Fu was secretly anxious, thinking for a long time, and finally gritted his teeth, leaned forward, and pressed his palms against the wall of energy.
Milo was immediately stunned, not knowing which song Murong Fu was singing.
Taima and Miroku's expression changed drastically. He actually felt that the strength of the energy wall was decreasing rapidly. Not only that, but his own skill was also slowly decreasing, as if he had been sucked away by someone.
Under such circumstances, it is natural not to think twice, it must be Murong Fu's fault.
"Brother, let's help you!" Seeing Milo's trembling body, the last four lamas said that he could not defeat Murong Fu and hurriedly came to help.
"No, get out of here!" Milo shouted with some difficulty, but it was obviously too late. The last four lamas also put their hands on the shoulders of the two lamas in front.
"Humph, I couldn't have asked for it!" Murong Fu sneered and increased the speed of the Beiming Divine Art.
However, he did not dare to transport this part of the absorbed inner energy to the Dantian. Instead, he stored it in the eighteen stored energy and did not let it flow into the Dantian at all.
But as a result, Murong Fu felt very uncomfortable inside his body, and the amount of stored energy was very small. For a moment, he just felt that his body was swollen and uncomfortable.
"Little... little benefactor!" Milo stuttered and said: "You practice... practice this kind of evil skill... aren't you afraid of becoming... a public enemy in the martial arts world?"
"I only care about the present, not the future!" Murong Fu snorted and increased the suction force of his hand again.
Not long after, the energy wall had completely disappeared. Milo wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to take action, but due to the continuous internal energy coming from the six junior brothers behind him, he was unable to do so. Following the suction, he and Murong Fu
palms stuck together.
Murong Fu shuddered slightly, his throat felt sweet, and he wanted to spit out a mouthful of blood, but he forcefully swallowed it.
Feeling the power of the Beiming Divine Art at such a close distance, Milo's expression suddenly changed, "Little donor, quickly...stop quickly, you also know how strong the internal strength of the seven of us is, how can you possibly bear it!"
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This question happened to hit Murong Fu's sore spot. Each of these seven people was extremely skilled in internal energy. Not to mention the danger of his Beiming Magical Skill going crazy. Even if there were no restrictions, his Dantian would not be able to accommodate so much internal energy.
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He immediately said, "As long as you let me go, it's not impossible to let you go!"
Milo's face had been squeezed out of shape, and no expression could be seen, but his eyes showed a look of hesitation.
Seeing his appearance, Murong Fu once again increased the suction force by two points.
"Okay... okay, according to what the donor said!" Milo said hurriedly.
"Hmph, that's pretty much it. I'll count one, two, three, and let's remove our palms together, lest I accidentally hurt you!"
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