The six hundred and eleventh chapter conditions of the shot
When the three Persian envoys saw that the Holy Fire Token had fallen into the hands of the enemy, they were already very frightened and angry. The Liuyun envoy in the middle put two Holy Fire Tokens in his hands, and a loud "clang" sound was heard. At the same time, the Huiyue envoy came towards Zhang Wuji with the Holy Fire Token.
The dragon-slaying knife in his hand was attached, while the Miaofeng user grabbed the Holy Fire Token.
When Zhang Wuji heard the sound of the Holy Fire Token, his head suddenly sank, and he staggered. He almost let go of the dragon-slaying knife, but then there was a suction force from the blade. When he glanced out of the corner of his eye, it was the Huiyue Messenger who put the Holy Fire Token on it.
On the dragon-slaying knife, the Holy Fire Token in his left hand was just about to swing, but was caught by someone.
The coordination of the three Persian envoys seems extremely simple, but the control of angles and timing is exquisite. It can be said that they are seamless and connected.
All of this is a long story. In fact, it only happened in a blink of an eye from when Murong Fu threw the Holy Fire Token. Zhang Wuji's dragon-slaying knife was sucked into his hand, and the Holy Fire Token was caught. However, these two objects could not be let go. At the moment, he could only
All the strength of his body was channeled into his arms, and he held the two objects tightly, knowing in his heart that as long as he could hold on for half a breath, Granny Jinhua and his adoptive father would arrive behind him.
While her thoughts were turning, Granny Jinhua finally arrived. Without any pause, she raised her hand and struck the Miaofeng Master on the head. Judging from his posture, she actually wanted to kill the Miaofeng Master first.
"You dare!" Liu Yunshi shouted, and threw a piece of Holy Fire Token without thinking. With a "bang", the two objects collided. Grandma Jinhua felt her arms were numb, and the dragon-headed staff could not be held firmly and flew away.
Go out, but the Holy Fire Order circled and returned to the hands of Liuyunshi.
"Wuji let go, I'm going to punch the guy on the right!" At this time, Xie Xun somehow got around to Huiyue Shi's side and was ready to strike with a seven-injury punch.
Zhang Wuji's expression changed. He knew that his adoptive father's Seven Injury Fist was extremely powerful. As long as he let go, Hui Yue Shi would be beaten to death with one punch. However, in this way, the Mingjiao of China and the Persian Chief Cult formed a rift.
As the leader of the Ming Cult, he did not dare to cause this disaster for the Ming Cult. He immediately said, "Father, please wait!"
But it was obviously too late, Xie Xun had already punched out, and the target was the Huiyue Envoy.
Liuyunshi was shocked, and he didn't care about Granny Jinhua at the moment. His figure changed, as if he had changed his body. In the blink of an eye, he came to Huiyueshi's side, with two Holy Fire Tokens crossed on his chest.
There was only a "bang" sound, and the powerful Seven Injury Fists struck the Holy Fire Token with great force. The Holy Fire Token was not seriously damaged, but Liuyunshi took a few steps back, and spit out a mouthful of "poof".
Blood.
"It's okay!" Xie Xun sensed that the opponent was still alive and was immediately surprised. The Seven Injury Fist was his best skill, but the opponent only vomited blood?
"As expected, this Holy Fire Token is a treasure that is as good as the Dragon Slaying Sword!" Murong Fu, who was watching the battle, murmured in his eyes with brilliant eyes.
There are rumors in the world that Monk Kong Jian, who practiced the indestructible magic skill of Vajra, died from Xie Xun's Seven Injury Fist. Although the rumors are slightly exaggerated, it is enough to show that his Seven Injury Fist is extremely powerful. Unexpectedly, the Liuyun user
It was really incredible to be able to block it with just the Holy Fire Order.
Zhang Wuji breathed a sigh of relief, but in a flash, a bone-piercing pain suddenly hit his left shoulder. When he turned around, he saw that a Holy Fire Token vacated by Miao Feng had hit his shoulder.
This hit was no small matter. Zhang Wuji felt that the left half of his body was almost paralyzed and he could not use any strength at all. He could no longer hold the Holy Fire Token in his hand and let the Miao Feng Messenger snatch it away.
In the midst of the lightning and flint, Zhang Wuji poured all his strength into the dragon-slaying knife in his right hand. The dragon-slaying knife trembled slightly, and a "roar" sounded like a clear sound like a dragon's roar. The blade shook violently, and the sacred fire of the Huiyue user
Ling was immediately shaken away, and Zhang Wuji hurriedly stepped back.
The three Persian envoys looked at each other, then suddenly turned their gazes and all looked at Grandma Jinhua, who had already seen that the situation was not good and retreated far away.
Granny Jinhua was startled, turned around and ran away, her figure flickering and appearing, and in a few flashes, she had already ran a distance of several tens of feet.
The three envoys immediately rushed out and gave chase.
"Wuji, how are you? Are you seriously injured?" Xie Xun couldn't match any of them in Qinggong. He was not in a hurry to catch up at the moment, but walked to Zhang Wuji and asked with concern.
Zhang Wuji didn't want his adoptive father to worry, so he didn't want to tell the extent of the injuries. He just said, "It doesn't matter, they are all minor injuries."
"Nonsense!" Xie Xun was furious, "Do you think your adoptive father is blind and can't see you being injured?"
As he spoke, he raised his hand and slapped Zhang Wuji on his left shoulder, sending a steady stream of internal energy to him.
"Father!" Zhang Wuji was surprised, "These three barbarians don't know when they will leave and come back. It's better not to waste your energy at this time."
Xie Xun shook his head and said calmly, "Wuji, no matter what, it is impossible for my adoptive father to abandon Mrs. Han, so I will try my best to heal your injuries first, and then you can find a ship and return to the Central Plains first.
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Hearing this, Zhang Wuji didn't know his adoptive father's real plan. He had finally met and recognized his adoptive father, so how could he leave him at this time? He immediately said, "Please forgive me for not being able to obey my adoptive father's words.
I want to live and die with my foster father, and I will never leave my foster father alone."
Xie Xun was silent for a moment and said noncommittally, "Good boy!"
"Uh-huh..." Xiao Zhao groaned and gradually woke up. When he opened his eyes, a very familiar face came into view, "Master..."
"Stop talking, your yang energy has entered your body. If it is not completely eliminated, it will easily cause future troubles!" Murong Fu smiled slightly and reached behind Xiao Zhao with one hand, slowly inputting the internal energy of the Nine Yin Meridian into his body.
Xiao Zhao seemed to have remembered something, and quickly turned around and looked around, and was shocked, "I... Where is my mother-in-law?"
"Grandma Jinhua? She ran away, and those three barbarians went after her. I believe you will see her soon!" Murong Fu replied with a half-smile.
Xiao Zhao's face changed slightly and he struggled hurriedly, "Master, let me go. I'm going to help her."
Murong Fu put his hand on her chest to stop her from moving, and then said meaningfully, "She doesn't care whether you live or die, so what do you care about her?"
"She is me...it is me..." Xiao Zhao was about to blurt out his relationship with Grandma Jinhua, but the last word could not be said.
"Even if she is your biological mother, I will not let you save her!" Murong Fu slapped Xiao Zhao on the butt and said harshly, but seeing tears flashing in Xiao Zhao's eyes, he was heartbroken after all.
Ruan said, "How can you help her like this? Treat her injuries first. Those three barbarians won't kill her anyway."
"This Mr. Murong is very domineering. Previously, you just didn't take action when others were in trouble. Now you are preventing that girl from saving people." It was Xie Xun who mocked him coldly.
Originally, he was quite grateful to Murong Fu for helping him during the day, and he also had a good impression of Murong Fu, but tonight Murong Fu stood by and watched, which naturally made his good impression of Murong Fu disappear.
Murong Fu didn't take it seriously and laughed loudly, "Mr.
"As for you father and son..." Murong Fu paused and glanced at the dragon-slaying knife, "Why should I take action when I have no relatives, no connections, and no rewards or benefits?"
"Hmph, the Murong family is a famous family after all. How could there be a philistine like you?" Xie Xun said with disdain.
"Whether you are a philistine or not depends on the situation. For example, tonight, if you fight with those barbarians and both sides suffer, I can get a precious sword without any effort. Why not?" Murong Fuhao
He smiled without hesitation.
"You...sigh!" Xie Xun was speechless.
Zhang Wuji listened quietly on the side, his good impression of Murong Fu also plummeted, and he felt indescribable disappointment in his heart. He remembered from afar that when he was suffering from cold poison by the Hanshui River, Master Murong did not hesitate to use his yang internal energy to relieve it. From then on,
I have always been grateful and respectful to him, but I didn't expect that the other party was such a profit-seeking person. I think it was probably because of his relationship with his great master that he helped me back then.
Not long after, there was only a soft "puff-puff-puff" sound, and three white shadows rushed towards them. They were the three Persian envoys who had returned.
The three of them landed not far in front of Xie Xun, and threw something out of their hands, but it was Granny Jinhua who didn't know whether she was alive or dead.
"What did you do to her?" Xie Xun heard the sound and knew that the three envoys had captured Granny Jinhua. He was frightened and asked hurriedly.
"She's not dead yet, we just tapped her acupoints." Liuyunshi said.
"Sir!" Xiao Zhao suddenly started crying, "Please save my mother-in-law, please save her."
"Then what benefit can you give me?" Murong Fu had a faint smile on his face, and gently stretched out his hand to wipe away her tears.
Xiao Zhao was stunned for a moment, his mouth pouted slightly, "What benefits does the young master want?"
"I want both you, mother and daughter!" Of course, Murong Fu just said this in his mind. Although he was thick-skinned, he was not that thick-skinned. He smiled and said, "I want her to marry Xiao Zhao."
Me, as long as she nods, I will save her immediately."
"Ah!" Xiao Zhao exclaimed, his eyes flashing, "Master, you... you..."
"Impossible!" Grandma Jinhua suddenly said in a cold voice. At this moment, Xiao Zhao was much more important to her than the Yitian Sword and Dragon Slaying Knife. How could she betroth Xiao Zhao to him?
Murong Fu smiled leisurely, "The purple-shirted Dragon King, or Miss Dai Qisi, just wait and enjoy the flames. Anyway, Xiao Zhao is in my hands, and no one in the world can take it away."
As soon as these words came out, everyone was shocked. Granny Jinhua turned her eyes and fell on Xie Xun. She only told Xie Xun about the name Dai Qisi and the secrets of the Persian Archbishop Saint who would be burned at the stake if she lost her virginity.
Even her dead husband Han Qianye had never known about it, but at this moment Murong Fu actually said that she could not think of anyone else except Xie Xun.
Although Xie Xun was blind, he could still feel Granny Jinhua's hatred and hurriedly explained, "Mrs. Han, don't get me wrong, I have never mentioned you to anyone else."