After Murong Fu struck out with a shocking sword, the sword energy around his body floated and flickered, and his figure seemed to be standing still, not moving. His whole figure was in a trance, making it difficult to see clearly.
Xie Xun frowned slightly, "What's wrong? Why is there suddenly no movement?"
"Father..."
Zhang Wuji was about to speak, but Zhou Zhiruo immediately waved his hand to signal him to be silent, so he had no choice but to use voice transmission to enter the secret and explain the current situation to Xie Xun.
This state lasted for about a quarter of an hour. Murong Fu shook his body and suddenly let out a loud roar.
The howling sound rolled up into the sky, and the white clouds far away in the sky seemed to be shaken away.
Zhou Zhiruo and others immediately covered their ears with their hands and used their skills to protect themselves. Among the four, Zhao Min was the worst. Her internal strength was not very strong. Zhou Zhiruo didn't care about her life or death. She was shocked by the sound and climbed onto the mountain.
She felt like her internal organs were churning, she felt like she was vomiting, and her face became extremely pale. Finally, Zhang Wuji felt pity for her and gave her a burst of internal energy from the air, which made her slightly better.
When the whistling sound dissipated, Murong Fu raised the Yitian Sword, looked it over, and exclaimed, "Could it be that this Yitian Sword has become a mastered spirit? It can actually influence the master's mind?"
"Mr. Murong, are you okay?" Zhou Zhiruo asked.
Before Murong Fu could answer, Zhao Min's sour and angry voice rang out from beside him, "Mr. Murong has profound internal skills and superb swordsmanship. How could something happen? It's thanks to him that we are fine. It's the majestic head of Emei.
But caring so much about a man who has no relatives or friends will inevitably give others ideas."
"Hmph," Zhou Zhiruo snorted coldly and retorted, "If you have any thoughts, Princess Dayuan, you might as well tell her directly. Is the majestic Princess Dayuan afraid of offending some of us fools?"
As soon as she said this, Zhao Min's identity was exposed. Zhang Wuji had a chance encounter with Zhao Min when he was in Dadu. There was no surprise on his face, but Xie Xun's expression suddenly changed.
He shouted at Zhao Min and asked, "What, are you the princess of Mongolia?"
Zhao Min secretly scolded Zhou Zhiruo for talking too much, but his expression did not change at all, "So what?"
"What?" Xie Xun sneered, "I am the Dharma King of Mingjiao, what do you think will happen?"
As he spoke, he swung his dragon-slaying knife, and a sharp blade slashed towards Zhao Min's waist. He was about to kill her if he disagreed with her.
Zhao Min was shocked, and just as he was about to make a move, a white shadow flashed in front of him, and an extra person appeared, it was Murong Fu.
Murong Fu ignored the sword energy and pointed at the Dragon-Slaying Saber with his extended hand. He then moved upwards and touched Xie Xun's wrist. The Dragon-Slaying Saber immediately let go and fell to the ground with a clang.
"I brought Miss Zhao. If Mr. Xie has any dissatisfaction, feel free to take action against me!" He said lightly, glancing at the dragon-slaying knife on the ground with his peripheral vision, but did not pick it up after all.
Xie Xun was also horrified. Not to mention the dragon-slaying knife, since his debut, he had never experienced a weapon being taken away from his hands. Although he had not fought with anyone for more than twenty years, his martial arts skills
But it never fell. Murong Fu actually snatched away his weapon with just one move. You can imagine the horror in his heart.
He didn't know that this was just a move from Tianshan Zhemei that caught him by surprise. If he was on guard, it would be impossible for Murong Fu to seize the sword with one move. Of course, after this encounter, he
He also restrained himself a bit. Even though he was not afraid of death, there was still Zhang Wuji behind him.
"Thank you, Miss Zhou, for caring about me. I'm fine!" Murong Fu turned to Zhou Zhiruo and said softly.
Zhou Zhiruo nodded silently, saying nothing.
Murong Fu glanced around. At this moment, among the three Treasure Tree Kings, both Changsheng King and Qixin King had lost their breath. Only the Great Sage Treasure Tree King was still breathing, but his breath was sluggish and his face was gray. He was lying on the bed.
There was no movement on the deck.
"You can actually resist my innate sword energy. It's amazing. Can you tell me what kind of martial arts it is?" Murong Fu stepped forward and asked with a smile.
The Great Sage Treasure Tree King raised his eyelids slightly, looked at Murong Fu with a very complex look, then closed his eyes without saying a word.
"It doesn't matter if you don't say anything, you'd better go see them two!" Murong Fu shook his head in a blink of an eye and said in an indifferent tone.
As soon as he said this, the Great Sage Baoshu King suddenly opened his eyes, took a long breath, and said, "If you don't want to regret it, keeping me is a good choice."
"Huh?" Murong Fu was stunned for a moment, and then said with a half-smile, "Why don't you tell me, what's the use of keeping you?"
The Great Sage Baoshu King pondered for a long time, "The martial arts I used just now is called 'Mingyu Glazed Body'. If you want to learn it, I can teach it to you."
Murong Fu was slightly stunned. He didn't expect the great sage Baoshu King to be so generous. He couldn't help but ask, "Aren't you afraid of violating religious rules when you pass it on to me?"
The Great Sage Baoshu King managed to grin, "This set of martial arts was originally created by me. If I can exchange for my own life, it's worth it."
Murong Fu couldn't find anything wrong with what he said, but he still felt that something was wrong after all. He didn't believe that people from the Persian Ming Cult would be so generous and easily teach their unique knowledge to others, even though the other party was now a prisoner.
, but it’s a bit too casual.
In fact, this was his misunderstanding. People in the martial arts community in the Central Plains have always cherished the martial arts classics and paid attention to the inheritance of their masters. Unless absolutely necessary, they would never pass on their martial arts to anyone outside their masters. However, the Persian Ming Cult in the Western Regions was slightly less careful.
There is a difference. For them, the dissemination of doctrine is a top priority.
In comparison, the martial arts manual and the name of master and disciple are not so important.
Seeing that Murong Fu was not moved at all, the Great Sage Baoshu King couldn't help but show a look of anxiety. He hesitated for a long time and gritted his teeth and said, "There are still masters in our sect who have not yet arrived. If you kill me now, it will be like forming a deadly feud with our sect."
, you can’t escape even if you go to heaven or on earth!”
"Oh?" Murong Fu was stunned for a moment, and then a look of surprise flashed across his face. Just now he was still confused. There was such a big movement on the ship. Two of the three treasure tree kings were killed and one was injured, but the remaining two treasure tree kings were still alive.
They did not show up. In addition, there were only about 300 dead soldiers on the ship, which was far from the more than 500 people Huiyue Shi said.
I thought it was Huiyue Envoy who had deceived me, but I didn't expect that it was the Persian Archbishop who split into two waves.
It's just that the words of the Great Saint Treasure Tree King are too exaggerated. Nothing in heaven or earth can escape. Even though the Persian Mingjiao is powerful, it is far away in Persia. It can also enter the Central Plains in a large scale to deal with itself. As for the Central Plains Mingjiao, it is impossible to deal with it.
Needless to say, it is unclear whether he will obey their orders or not.
Then he smiled slightly and said, "I have already killed two Treasure Tree Kings, so why would I mind killing one more!"
As he spoke, he raised his hands, his palms shaking with energy.
The Great Sage King was immediately worried and said quickly, "They are different from me. I have a very close relationship with the second elder in the sect. If you kill me, he will definitely pursue it to the end! Oh, you may not know much about the second elder.
, my religion has three great elders..."
At the end, he explained again about the three elders of the Persian Ming Cult, which was basically consistent with what Huiyue Shi said, except that he described the second elder a little more.
In his mouth, these two elders are called "Assassin". In fact, the three elders in the past have their own fixed names, and their real names have long been unverifiable. However, Assassin of this generation is extremely talented and has unfathomable martial arts. With Murong Fu
You may be able to compete with him in martial arts, but in the end you will lose more than you win.
"Assassin?" After hearing this, Murong Fu couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, and then asked, "Where is he now?"
The Great Sage Baoshu King's eyes flashed slightly, "He is on another fleet."
"Where is the other boat?" Murong Fu asked.
"Spirit Snake Island."
Speaking of this, a look of understanding flashed across Murong Fu's face. No wonder the victorious king could call out his name before. It turned out that they had already been to Spirit Snake Island and must have rescued Miao Fengshi and Liu Yun.
After the envoy, they divided their troops into two groups, one to defend Lingshe Island and the other to pursue the attack at sea.
After pondering for a long time, Murong Fu finally nodded, "That's fine, I'll spare your life for now!"
It was not that he was afraid of the so-called second elder Assassin, but he had an ominous premonition that Xiao Zhao and his daughter might have fallen into the hands of another team. If there was to be a negotiation, Hui Yue alone would not be able to make a hostage at all.
It is impossible to exchange the two of them, and he also killed King Qixin and King Changsheng, so it is still open to question whether they can negotiate.
The Great Sage King looked slightly happy and praised, "A wise move."
Murong Fu rolled his eyes at him. After all, he was the No. 1 Treasure Tree King below one person and above ten thousand people. He thought he was a worldly expert, but he didn't expect to be so afraid of death. Then he reached out and touched the Great Sage King.
A few times to seal its eight extraordinary meridians.
The Great Sage King didn't care much. He struggled to sit up and slowly said, "How many people are as powerful as you in the Central Plains?"
Murong Fu was startled for a moment, then shook his head, "I don't know, it should be numbered on ten fingers."
"What? There are so many more?" The Great Sage King's eyes suddenly widened with a look of surprise on his face.
Murong Fu was amused in his heart, but his face was calm and he said in an enigmatic tone, "There are countless strange people and strangers in the Central Plains. How can you people from a small foreign country understand this?"
The Great Sage King looked slightly stunned, then shut up and said no more.
"Miss Zhou." Murong Fu turned around and came to Zhou Zhiruo, handing her the Heavenly Sword, "Thank you very much, Miss Zhou, for borrowing the sword. By the way, could you please tell your disciples to clean up the boat? We may have to live on the boat first."
How many days have it been?"
A trace of doubt flashed in Zhou Zhiruo's eyes, but she didn't ask any more questions. She took the Yitian Sword and turned around to fly off the boat. Just now, she was worried about the casualties of the Emei Sect disciples, so she didn't let them get on the boat in a hurry.
"Mr. Murong, the Great Holy Treasure Tree King..."
Before Zhang Wuji could finish speaking, Murong Fu waved his hand and interrupted, "I won't kill the Great Sage Baoshu King for the time being, but the other two Baoshu Kings have unfortunately passed away. It's my fault that I didn't take action seriously. Please forgive me, Master Zhang."