At this moment, countless feather arrows seemed to be pulled by an invisible force, deviating from their original trajectories, plunging into the vortex, and spinning with the vortex.
But as more and more arrows came in, the vortex seemed to be overwhelmed and could collapse at any time. Murong Fu's face turned red and he bared his teeth under the vortex. Obviously, it was not so easy to control this vortex.
"Roar!" Murong Fu suddenly roared, stomped his right foot heavily, a greenish-red color flashed across his face, and then he raised both palms fiercely.
The vortex accelerated instantly, and suddenly there was a loud "bang" sound. In an instant, the wind and clouds in the sky were rolling, the air waves were rolling, thousands of arrows were shooting back, and the speed was extremely fast, and the sound of the void was non-stop.
The disciples of the Sun Moon God Sect never thought that the arrows they shot could come back, and they were stunned for a moment.
"Hurry up!" Someone shouted, and all the disciples reacted and hurriedly got up to dodge. However, the mountain was crowded, and the panic immediately turned into a mess.
"Uh, uh..." For a while, screams came one after another, and people were constantly hit by arrows. Many people were pushed down the hillside, some fell into the abyss, and those who were more lucky rolled down the valley.
Ping Yizhi stared blankly at this scene, unable to recover for a long time.
Even Ren Woxing and Dongfang Bubai looked at Murong Fu with a look of deep shock, especially Dongfang Bubai. She had fought against Murong Fu several times, and the other's martial arts was slightly inferior from the beginning.
Later, they were on par with each other, and now, they are even looking up to themselves. The key is that only a few years have passed, and you can imagine the horror in your heart.
Murong Fu ignored the horror in everyone's heart. The archers on the hillside were in disorder, and he immediately said, "Mr. Ren, Young Master Linghu, please take action to stop Yang Xiao and Duan Yanqing!"
"Young Master, please give me your orders!" Although Ren Woxing was so arrogant, he couldn't help but have the idea of surrendering at this moment, and he didn't even feel polite when he spoke.
As for Linghu Chong, he bowed his hands respectfully and said, "Sir, please speak."
"You two, please temporarily restrain Yang Xiao, the left envoy of the Ming Cult, and Duan Yanqing, the leader of the Four Evil Men. I'll go and capture Ping Yi Zhi!" Murong Fu said straight to the point. Although the move he just made was very powerful, its lethality was at best limited.
There were only over a hundred people, and the disciples of the Sun and Moon God Sect were just temporarily in disarray.
"That's no problem!" Ren Woxing nodded without hesitation and turned his eyes to Yang Xiao. As for Linghu Chong, he looked at Duan Yanqing with tacit understanding.
"What about me?" Dongfang Bubai frowned slightly and asked.
"You?" Murong Fu was slightly startled, "Just stand here and protect yourself, while the others will protect the Eastern Cult Master."
The last sentence was addressed to Bao Dachu and others. As soon as he finished speaking, he stood up from the ground, flipped his wrist, half held it into a claw, and grabbed Ping Yizhi.
The moment Murong Fu moved, Ren Woxing and Linghu Chong also shot towards their targets. Their speed was not slow, but it was dwarfed by Murong Fu's.
For Murong Fu, the distance of several feet was only a blink of an eye. In an instant, his figure had arrived several feet in front of Ping Yizhi.
Ping Yi pointed his finger and his heart trembled. He had been guarding against Murong Fu's "capture the thief first", but he didn't expect him to be so fast. In the midst of lightning and flint, he used the "Iron Banqiao" move and leaned back.
At the same time, he waved his hands forward, and the disciples of the Sun Moon God Sect who were a little closer on the left and right rushed towards Murong Fu involuntarily.
"Humph!" A faint cold snort sounded, and as soon as the two disciples came into contact with the white shadow transformed by Murong Fu, they immediately flew out, not knowing whether they were alive or dead.
However, with this delay of less than half a breath, Ping Yi pointed his legs and kicked the ground hard, and his body quickly slid back. At the same time, several first-class masters on the left and right also reacted, and with a flash of the weapons in their hands, they charged towards Murong Fu.
Cut it over.
They were also shocked by Murong Fu's amazing martial arts, but their lives were in Ping Yizhi's hands, so they had no choice but to bite the bullet.
"Nothing!" Murong Fu snorted coldly, but a large white light suddenly appeared all over his body. As soon as everyone's weapons came into contact with the white light, they immediately shattered inch by inch. After several "Puff Puff" sounds, everyone was staggered. The whole process
Like flowing clouds and flowing water, Murong Fu's figure never stopped at all.
"Trash!" Ping Yi pointed out and saw that these people couldn't even resist for half a breath. He couldn't help but cursed secretly. Seeing that it was too late to dodge, he suddenly stood up from the ground with one hand and used the "Mandarin Duck Chain Kick" move.
, legs swept out like a whirlwind.
But no matter how fast he was, Murong Fu was even faster than him. His hands reached out like lightning, and his dragon-clawed hands were placed on his ankles. With a flat finger, he felt a sharp pain in his feet as if they had been kicked on a steel plate. He couldn't take it anymore.
Give half of your effort.
Murong Fu grabbed his legs, swung his arms violently, made a circle in the air, and threw them to the ground.
Ping Yi pointed his finger and felt a chill in his heart. If he hit it hard this time, it would turn into flesh. He immediately pointed out Murong Fu's eyes with his right hand "chi", and at the same time, his waist twisted strangely, like a snake.
, the body turned in half, but it barely missed the ground.
Murong Fu only tilted his head to avoid the force of Yi Yi's Yang Finger, but somehow, his hand slipped and allowed Ping Yi Zhi to escape.
It's a long story. In fact, it only took two breaths from the time he took hold of Ping Yi Zhi. Murong Fu didn't expect that Ping Yi Zhi could possess such a weird bone-shrinking skill. There was a look of surprise on his face.
He passed by in a flash, and then he dodged again and chased after him.
At this time, Linghu Chong and Duan Yanqing exchanged hands, but after hearing a few "clang, clang, clang" sounds, the two men's swords and iron crutches intersected, and sparks and lightning continued. Linghu Chong drew out his sword very fast, and his moves were irregular, but every time
When the sword thrusts out, it is extremely sharp, unpredictable, and hard to guard against.
However, Duan Yanqing's martial arts skills are not limited. Although he has limited mobility with his legs, the iron crutches in his hands and feet work smoothly. Even if he performs only an ordinary move, he still has a sense of simplicity and grandeur.
The power of the Yiyang finger is mellow and strong, and it can do whatever you want, and it has the potential to suppress Linghu Chong.
On the other side, the collision between Ren Woxing and Yang Xiao was even more intense. Regardless of their martial arts cultivation, fighting experience, or palm skills, the two were almost the same, but Ren Woxing had experienced several times before.
During the battle, he suffered serious internal injuries. When he fought against Yang Xiao who was in his prime, he was slightly behind.
For a moment, the sword energy in the valley was everywhere, fingers and palms were flying, sand and rocks were flying, and the wind was loud. The chaos on the mountain peak had not yet calmed down, and the small valley was already in chaos. As for the Sun Moon God Sect disciples and Shangguan Yun who were originally in the valley
Tingping pointed his finger at his confidants, and they also fought against Dongfang Bubai and others.
Of course, with Bao Dachu, Lan Fenghuang, Ren Yingying and others here, and Dongfang Bubai helping out from time to time, everyone was able to withstand it.
Everyone in the valley was in a state of chaos, but no one noticed that two people were missing. These two people were none other than Murong Fu and Ping Yizhi.
At this time, on another small mountain peak about ten miles away from this valley, there were many strange rocks and steep cliffs. Standing on the cliff were two people, it was Murong Fu and Ping Yizhi.
But at this moment, I saw that Ping Yi's silver hair was slightly disheveled, his face was flushed, and he was breathing heavily.
As for Murong Fu, he looked relaxed and carefree, with a light smile on his face.
"Run, why don't you run!" Murong Fu said calmly, but his tone was mixed with a trace of anger, because he did not expect that Ping Yi Zhi, who was not in good shape, was extremely skilled in Qinggong.
The depth of his inner strength is even better than that of Ren Wo Xing.
Of course, his Qinggong is better than Ping Yizhi, but at critical moments, this guy can always use some weird moves to break free from his entanglement and chase him all the way here. This makes him not angry.
"Murong... cough cough cough..." Ping pointed his finger and started coughing violently. It was obvious that he had exhausted his physical strength just now and was able to run such a long distance under Murong Fu's hand.
"Humph!" Murong Fu snorted coldly and stepped out. He turned his palm and struck him in the chest with a lightning-fast palm.
Ping pointed his finger and felt that his breathing was even more stagnant. He moved his hands and shouted urgently, "Mr. Murong, please wait a moment!"
But how could Murong Fu care about him? With a "pop" sound, his palm pressed against his chest, but for some reason, this palm was as light as hitting cotton, as if it were nothing.
Murong Fu was stunned for a moment, and the next moment, Ping Yi Zhi's figure instantly shattered into pieces, and turned out to be just an afterimage. After a closer look, Ping Yi Zhi actually moved half a step back at some point, but he only suffered some remaining strength.
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Ping didn't wait for Murong Fu to make a move, and suddenly stretched out his hands, placed them on top of Murong Fu's palms, and then floated back.
But Murong Fu suddenly felt a slight stinging pain coming from his palms. He lowered his head and saw that there were two silver needles as fine as ox hair nailed on his fingertips. They seemed to be transparent, if you didn't look carefully.
It's almost impossible to detect.
"Huh!" Murong Fu snorted coldly, flicked his finger, and the silver needle flew out and shot toward Ping Yi.
Ping Yi was in the air and couldn't dodge, but when he heard a "chi", his shoulders tilted and two sticks passed through him.
"Um..." Ping Yi pointed out a cry of pain, and his body suddenly fell to the ground. His face instantly turned pale. He hurriedly took out a small bottle from his arms, quickly poured out a pill and drank it, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.
Murong Fu's eyes flickered, but for a moment he was not in a hurry to take action.
"Mr. Murong!" Ping Yi pointed his finger and breathed a sigh of relief, and said with a sinister smile, "Now you have been poisoned by the same strange poison as me, hehe..."
Murong Fu's expression did not change at all, and he said in a casual tone, "As long as I kill you, I can also get the antidote."
However, Ping Yizhi shook his head and said nothing. He just shook his sleeves and patted his chest to prove that he had no antidote.
Murong Fu pondered for a long time and suddenly asked, "Is this poison the poison you used to deal with the Eastern Cult Leader?"
"Yes, and no!" Ping twirled the short beard under his chin with one finger, nodded, and then shook his head.
"Is that really true?" Murong Fu raised his eyebrows slightly, and a ray of cold light flashed across his face.