"This Six Meridians Divine Sword is indeed worthy of its reputation. The best sword in the world is well deserved!" Qiu Chuji had already heard that Murong Fu had made the Duan family's Six Meridians Divine Sword, but this was the first time he saw it with his own eyes and felt its indestructibility.
The extraordinary sword energy, he sighed silently.
Hearing this, the heroes all nodded. The Six Meridians Divine Sword has always been a mythical existence in the martial arts world. Seeing it now, it is indeed a feast for the eyes.
A complicated look flashed across Duan Zhengchun's face. He had already heard from the elders of Tianlong Temple about how Murong Fu made the Duan family lose their knowledge, and it was inevitable that he was a little sad.
The Duan family keeps the secret book of the best sword in the world, but for hundreds of years, only one outsider has mastered it. Now, when he is showing off his power in front of all the heroes in the world, he can only feel the burning pain in his face.
I don’t complain about Tianlong Temple in my heart. If it weren’t for the abominable temple rules that opened the Six Meridians Divine Sword to the Duan family’s descendants, there would always be one or two geniuses with extraordinary talents who could succeed in cultivation. The Duan family would be in the martial arts world.
, and even its status among several surrounding countries is probably even higher.
"Mr. Duan, what's wrong with you?" Ruan Xingzhu glanced at Duan Zhengchun with eyes as bright as stars, and asked softly.
"No...it's nothing." Duan Zhengchun came back to his senses and noticed that his hand was tightly holding Ruan Xingzhu's arm.
Seeing this, Dao Baifeng said that he was restlessly looking at a beautiful woman just now, and gave him a fierce look, "In front of all the heroes in the world, you'd better be careful, otherwise you will make the world laugh, you are shameless,
I still want to lose face."
Duan Zhengchun didn't dare to reply. Seeing this, Qin Hongmian felt a little resentful in his heart. Duan Lang was good at everything, but he was too carefree. The most important thing was that he was still afraid of guilt. If he could control this unruly princess back then,
, even if it is a small one, it is not impossible for her to consider it.
Duan Yu was indifferent to his father's embarrassment, or he had long been accustomed to it. His eyes swept over the seats of the Murong family from time to time, and he sighed in his heart, "I thought Miss Wang would come to this martial arts competition, but I didn't expect Master Murong to come.
, but she didn’t come, where did she go?”
In fact, he was also very conflicted in his heart. He wanted Wang Yuyan to be here, even if he could only see her from a distance, and he would be satisfied, but he also didn't want to see her getting close to Murong Fu. He was relieved not to see Wang Yuyan.
After about a minute of tea, Murong Fu and Xiao Yuanshan, their father and son, moved around almost all over the square. The huge square was already full of potholes and sword marks. Despite this, Murong Fu still had a relaxed and happy look on his face.
, the breathing is long, the energy is abundant, and there is no sign of disorder.
On the other hand, Xiao Yuanshan and Xiao Feng were in a miserable state, with several big holes in their clothes, their hair was messy, and fatigue was gradually showing on their brows. If they continued like this, they would definitely lose.
Speaking of which, Xiao Yuanshan felt extremely aggrieved. It was difficult for him to perform his exquisite martial arts to the best of his ability. Murong Fu relied on his magical light skills and sharp sword energy to suppress him and beat him. If this continued, his son would also die from exhaustion.
It's just that this time Murong Fu really had murderous intentions and wanted to put Xiao Yuanshan to death. How could he give him any room for change?
"This is not the way to go, Feng'er, I'll stop him first!" Finally, after Xiao Yuanshan dodged Murong Fu's sword, his heart was so excited that he couldn't calm down, a burst of depression burst out, and he roared,
The sleeves and robes were swung and wrapped around Murong Fu's arms, and at the same time, he slapped his mouth with the palm of his right hand.
Xiao Yuanshan's intention was very obvious. He used the cassock with his left hand to resist Murong Fu's sword energy, and used his right hand to use Prajna Palm. Even if his left hand could not resist, his right hand could still retreat or seriously injure Murong Fu.
Of course, the consequence of doing this is that one of his arms will be completely disabled, but in order to turn passivity into initiative, the only way to do this is to exchange injuries for injuries.
"Dad!" When Xiao Feng saw this scene, his eyes immediately split open, he roared, and without thinking, he made a powerful move with regret, and went straight to Murong Fu's right hand where the sword energy was hanging.
"Ha!" Murong Fu smiled coldly, the sword formula in his hand changed, and the sword energy suddenly came out of his hand. At the same time, his left hand was passed down from his right hand, and the green and red color flashed across his palm.
"Puff" was heard twice, and the sword energy passed through Xiao Yuanshan's sleeve robe. Xiao Yuanshan was in pain, and the strength of his Prajna Palm was reduced by half unconsciously. Before it touched Murong Fu's body, it was bounced away by the body-protecting energy.
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At this moment, Xiao Feng's Dragon Subduing Palm power surged forward, but as soon as it touched Murong Fu's palm, all the palm power disappeared.
Xiao Feng was stunned for a moment, but he saw a golden light flash from Murong Fu's palm, and a mountain-like force surged out crazily.
"You know how to subdue the dragon with the Eighteen Palms!" Xiao Feng said in shock, but at this time the distance between the two of them was extremely close, and before he could take any action, the power of the palm had already penetrated his mouth.
"Poof", Xiao Feng vomited a large mouthful of blood and flew out.
With two "bang bangs", the father and son fell to the ground one after another. Xiao Yuanshan was okay, but his left hand was injured by the sword energy, and there were basically no internal injuries. But Xiao Feng was different. He took a powerful punch and regretted it.
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"Feng'er!" Xiao Yuanshan was shocked.
"Brother Xiao!" Yeluqi and Yeluyan called out in unison.
"I...ahem...I'm fine..." Xiao Feng said with difficulty, and hurriedly counted the points in his mouth to activate his blood circulation.
Xiao Yuanshan glared at Murong Fu fiercely, yelled "Send your life!", and flew out quickly, hitting several palms in the air, and each palm made the void buzz, and the sound was not small.
"Just in time!" Murong Fu smiled slightly and waved his palms.
"Bang, bang, bang," there was a chaotic sound, the two fists and palms intertwined, fighting at close range, the air exploded, and the palm power flew, like lightning and thunder, and like dragons and tigers fighting, it was so intense.
Xiao Yuanshan's martial arts are extremely powerful, and he has been immersed in martial arts in the Shaolin Temple for decades, and has already practiced to the level of proficiency. Now that he is fighting for his life, it is extraordinary. If Murong Fu had not cultivated extremely deep internal martial arts, I am afraid it would be really difficult to resist.
Of course, given the martial arts prowess of these two people, only a few people in the arena could clearly see their moves. Most people with weak internal strength only felt dizzy, bored and vomiting, and after a few glances, they did not dare to look at them again.
"This kid's martial arts skills are many times higher than last time. How the hell did he practice? Is he really a reincarnation of an immortal?" Ren Woxing cursed and muttered in the crowd.
"Dad," Ren Yingying glanced deeply at Murong Fuying with her watery eyes, then quickly looked away and said, "I'm afraid that you and I are plotting to make wedding clothes for others. No matter how powerful the plot is, it will never be the same."
In the face of strength, it doesn't have much effect."
Ren Woxing's expression changed for a while, and he suddenly looked at Ren Yingying blankly, "You just said, wedding clothes?"
"Yingying," Ren Woxing was moved in his heart and said a little strangely, "What do you think of this kid?"
"What is it?" Ren Yingying was stunned at first, but she immediately understood her father's eyes and couldn't help but said angrily, "Dad, what are you talking about? This man is extravagant and despicable. I will never fall in love with him.
And...and it’s not like you don’t know that Brother Chong and I..."
Ren Woxing became angry when he heard about Linghu Chong, "Don't mention that kid to me. Humph, if it weren't for him, how could our father and daughter have ended up like this?"
Ren Yingying stuck out her tongue and said, "If you don't say it, don't say it. But daddy, you are not allowed to have such thoughts anymore. Even if all the men in the world die, I will never fall in love with this playboy."
Ren Woxing's face was noncommittal, his eyes flickered, and he didn't know what he was thinking.
Suddenly, there was a loud "bang" sound, and the two people hurriedly looked up and saw Murong Fu flying into the sky with a kick, and Xiao Yuanshan crossed his arms to block it.
"Creak", another tooth-breaking sound sounded, and Xiao Yuanshan flew backwards at high speed, flew more than ten feet, hit an attic, and then disappeared.
"Dad!" Xiao Feng suddenly opened his eyes, his face flashed red, and most of his injuries had recovered.
Not to mention, Xiao Feng is a born god of war. The more he fights, the stronger he becomes, and his injuries improve very quickly.
Seeing this, Murong Fu felt a pity in his heart. If he could take Xiao Feng under his command and teach him magical skills, he might be able to create another master who could compare with him.
You must know that although the internal skills and mental methods that Xiao Feng learned are also excellent, compared with the Nine True Scriptures and Nine Yang Divine Skills, they are more than one level behind. Unfortunately, now there are different kinds of vengeance, and if you want to recover, it is impossible to recover them.
It's just impossible.
Xiao Feng naturally didn't know what Murong Fu was thinking, so he didn't care to settle the score with him at the moment, and flew towards the attic in a flash.
Murong Fu gathered his thoughts, glanced at the attic in the distance, and chased after him. He had already made up his mind to get rid of Xiao Yuanshan no matter what.
Murong Bo's eyes flashed slightly and he followed closely.
In the blink of an eye, the four figures disappeared.
The heroes were still awake and wanted to follow them to the attic. But at this moment, Xuanci suddenly shouted, "Where are the disciples of Luohan Hall?"
"Here!" Hundreds of monks suddenly rushed out from behind the Shaolin seats, hitting the ground with sticks in their hands, and replied in unison.
"No one is allowed to trespass in this important place of Buddhism." Xuanci said coldly.
"Yes!" The monks responded, and the shadows moved quickly, and they immediately lined up according to a certain pattern, ready to stand in front of the heroes.
The heroes cursed in their hearts, but couldn't say anything. After all, this was their territory.
"Master is inside, but I want to go take a look." Suddenly, Li Mochou stood up from the ground, six or seven feet in the air, and jumped over everyone's heads.
All the stick monks could only watch helplessly, why? They couldn't reach it.
"I'll go and have a look." Before everyone could react to what was going on, Zhou Zhiruo suddenly raised his fingers and swiped at the stick monks, and a mysterious sword energy came out.
"No!" Xuan Cheng glared, "It's the innate sword energy, hide now!"
The monks didn't know what innate sword energy was, but they understood the word "quickly hide" and dodged to the side without hesitation to avoid the sword energy.
Zhou Zhiruo followed the sword energy, passed through the Arhat Formation in the blink of an eye, and jumped into the pavilion.
With Li Mochou and Zhou Zhiruo taking the lead, the heroes started to stir, and Xuan Cheng suddenly shouted, "The monks are protecting the temple, but any trespassers will be killed without mercy!"
"Yes!" All the Shaolin monks immediately felt as if they were facing a formidable enemy and looked like they were going to fight for their lives.
Only then did everyone completely stop thinking, and sat back down in despair.
Xuan Cheng glanced at the attic behind him thoughtfully, with a slightly undetectable sneer flashing across the corner of his mouth.