The Green Shirts in the Martial Arts Rivers and Lakes

Chapter 280 Meeting the Man in Black Again
The writing marks are clear, the depth is the same, Chen Zhuo just glanced at it, and he knew that it was written with fingers, which has remained unchanged for a hundred years, and the finger strength is astonishing.

"Chen surname?"

Xiaoyaozi frowned and thought hard, it's a pity that even if he wanted to break his head, he never remembered that there was such a character in the past hundred years, but the meaning of the words was so scary.

Since he is a Daoist Daoist and has practiced Daoist skills intensively, he naturally knows who "Lv Dongbin" and "Chen Xiyi" are and how important they are. It is no small matter that the person who left the words is fighting wine and discussing Daoism with these two people.

Xiaoyaozi let out a long sigh, and said with a wry smile: "In this way, it is reasonable to say that the magic power was created by such a person. I am not wronged to die at the hands of this person."

Since he got this magic skill, he has been obsessed with it, and after comprehension, he even regarded the master of this skill as an imaginary enemy. Now that he knows his identity, he can't help feeling a lot and sighing.

Chen Zhuo put him down, walked a few steps closer, frowned and looked at the handwriting on the ground, a smile suddenly appeared on his stiff face, and with a wave of his hand, the writing on the ground was erased out of thin air, as if there was an invisible force Scrape hard, and there is no trace in an instant.

Xiaoyaozi asked puzzled, "What are you?"

Chen Zhuo lowered his eyebrows and looked at the ground. After a while, he turned around and said with a smile, "My surname is also Chen."

Xiaoyaozi lost his mind when he heard this, and suddenly saw a strange light in his eyes. Er'er changed his expression, and said hoarsely and sharply: "Did you hear that? Didn't you always want to fight the master of this magic skill? This kid's surname is Chen, maybe it's Chen The descendants of the surname, hehehe, let's fight him twice."

Chen Zhuo paced up and down, but his eyes kept on Xiaoyaozi.

Although this "Nine Death Demon Art" is strange, it hasn't moved him to the point of turning pale.

As for the immortality of the physical body and the immortality of the heart, it is nothing but falsehood.

There is no real immortality in the world, it is nothing more than reaching a situation that is incomprehensible to the world.

Just like this deity, who possesses the power of "five elements of thunder and death", and attracts the thunder of heaven to retreat and comprehend, understand life and death, and can draw vitality from the thunder. Along with it, the power of the five elements will transform everything and wipe everything away.

After finishing speaking, Xiaoyaozi's expression changed again, and he said in a deep voice: "Your Majesty, just let go and do what you want."

"Then I'll make a fool of myself!"

Chen Zhuo stopped and nodded lightly.

"Hey hey, kid, die!"

Unexpectedly, Xiaoyaozi's expression changed again, he grinned a few times, and the joints that had been removed made a series of "crackling" sounds. He changed his prostrate posture, and resumed his movements, pouncing like a beast, making moves.

Chen Zhuo's eyes, which were as calm as water, froze suddenly, and the brilliance in his eyes soared, and he said with a half-smile, "You little devil!"

Xiaoyaozi is now dominated by the "devil seed", he got up and moved, but he was reflected by the divine splendor, and couldn't help being distracted for a moment.

His mind was steady, he fixed his eyes again, and his murderous intent resumed, but his complexion suddenly changed, everything around him changed unpredictablely, the sky was spinning, and there were noisy sounds in his ears...

……

Under the Tianshan Mountains.

The golden light was rippling, and the morning breeze passed by, bringing a few light coughs.

"Father, the child is already useless, and can no longer inherit the will of the ancestors!" Murong Fu lay on Murong Bo's back, somewhat disheartened and hopeless, "It is the child who has dishonored the reputation of the Murong family."

The scheming and cunning Murong Bo rarely had a soft look on his face, and he comforted him: "A mere ten years of skill is nothing, your bones are excellent, at worst, you start from the beginning, your muscles and bones have been developed, and it will be twice the result with half the effort. And the senior also said that when the 'elixir' is released, it will be easy to restore your skills, and you should take good care of your injuries and don't think too much about other things."

Hearing these words, Murong Fu's heart full of sorrow and pain seemed to be allayed away.

Thinking that since he became sensible, his father had faked his death and hid himself. He wanted to restore Dayan from what he saw and heard since he was a child. How can he be weak in the slightest, let alone the love between his children, and he thought he had cultivated a heart of stone, but now Only then did Murong Fu feel that he had flesh and blood.

Murong Bo then sighed: "Because my father left early, your mother died of illness and I couldn't come back to see her for the last time, even you and I seldom cared for him, now you have lost all your skills, you have been wronged, and you are doing martial arts for your father You are humble, and I can't avenge you, I really feel ashamed!"

Murong Fu said urgently: "Father, it's a child who doesn't live up to expectations, you must not blame yourself."

Murong Bo smiled, let out a breath, and changed the topic: "There are a lot of variables this time, I don't think there are so many masters in the world, and they all hide their secrets."

Murong Fu asked: "Father, where is that senior?"

Murong Bo didn't reveal the identity of the other party as Murong Longcheng, but said: "Don't worry, that senior's martial arts are superb, there are few opponents in the world, and nothing will happen... By the way, how did you escape?" ?”

When mentioning this matter, Murong Fu said casually without thinking: "Father, I am..."

In the middle of speaking, Murong Bo suddenly slowed down his pace.

"Stay!" But there were several sounds of howling wind coming from behind, mixed with a loud laugh, "Dare to ask if the one in front is Mr. Murong?"

The father and son turned their heads to look, and saw the way behind, dozens of figures looting towards them, like rabbits and eagles flying, jumping and running, their movements are all kinds of strange, all of them are vicious and not good.

Murong Fu's pale face tightened, and he hurriedly said: "Father, hurry up, this is the people from the 36 caves and 72 islands of the Vulture Palace!"

Murong Bo also felt something was wrong, so he lifted his spirits up and raised his feet into the air, sweeping like flying.

"Escape? Hehe, I want to see where you can escape. If you can escape, monks can't escape from the temple. At worst, let's go to Gusu Swallow Pier and find out."

A villain laughed sharply and chased after him.

Murong Bo suppressed his killing intent, and asked with a smirk: "Has the Murong family offended you?"

A sinister old man laughed strangely and said: "I never offended you, we all do bad things, either big treachery or big evil, how can we deal with the famous 'Nan Murong', but the fault is that Mr. Murong took it. take something."

"Is this also from the Murong family? I'm afraid you don't know it yet, but the person on your back has stolen a shocking and extraordinary magical skill, which even the founder of the 'Xiaoyao School' would be tempted by. "

"Stop talking so much, just keep Murong Fu here, and we'll let you go, or both of you will die."

……

Murong Bo's complexion suddenly changed when a group of people talked to each other from behind.

"Divine skill?" He immediately thought of everything that happened on Misty Peak yesterday, especially the scene where Xiaoyaozi fell into a demon, and he stepped down even more urgently, "Could it be that evil skill of the evil way practiced by Xiaoyaozi?"

Murong Fu also reacted, and said anxiously: "Father, I..."

Murong Bo said in a deep voice: "Fu'er, that kung fu is very strange, you must not practice it greedily."

He paused, and then said very seriously: "Also, this matter must be kept a secret from that senior."

As soon as the words fell, Murong Bo saw a murderous intent in his eyes, he slammed his hand out, turned around, made a sword with the two fingers of his right hand, slashed across, and suddenly saw a razor-sharp and destructive sword energy sweeping away thousands of troops Slash to the back to chase the enemy.

"Boom boom boom..."

There was thunder on the flat ground, and as soon as the dust and smoke passed, a moat-like gully lay between the two sides.

There were explosions everywhere, the sword energy was overbearing, all those who were hit were torn apart, broken limbs were thrown flying, and blood mist filled the sky.

But at this moment, suddenly saw a sharp shadow coming through the sky, flying close to the ground, when it came close, suddenly grabbed Murong Fu's back with his big hand, and when he pulled it back, he wanted to snatch him away.

"How brave!"

Murong Bo let out an angry roar, turned his sword fingers back, and the invisible sword energy "chi chi" spewed out from his fingertips, like several streaks of radiant blue rainbows, flying toward the incoming person.

"Hahaha!"

The person who came laughed loudly, outside the body, the protective qi appeared out of thin air, and the sword qi had been received one by one.

Murong Bo's eyes were gloomy, as if dripping water, he exclaimed: "It's you!"

"That's right!" The person who came was dressed in black, with a black silk mask on his face, but he couldn't see his true face. He was the mysterious master who had obtained "Innate Supreme Stealing Qi", "Murong Bo, Murong Bo, your Murong family is such a big joke." ,Hahaha!"

The visitor spoke strangely, and looking at the few surviving chasing enemies, he stabilized his feet and pushed his palms through the air, and the fierce palm force immediately came out of his palms, turning into two wisps of majestic zhenqi, one by one. Kill, smash the spot.

Murong Bo was confused by what he did, so he said darkly: "You and I don't offend the river, but hope to accumulate some virtue!"

The man in black stared at Murong Bo with blazing eyes, with resentment and murderous intent in his eyes, but in the end they all turned into jokes: "Hey, Murong Bo, I only had hatred for you before, but now I suddenly feel very pitiful. You, the great wish of restoring the country that generations of your Murong family have exhausted their efforts for, is nothing but a ridiculous lie, and this news is probably ten thousand times more painful than killing you."

Murong Bo was stunned at first when he heard the words, but soon his eyes widened slowly, and his eyes quickly turned red, as if turning into two fires, hissed: "What did you say? Where did you know this? How did you know this? It's better to say it clearly!"

The man in black let go of Murong Fu's right hand, and said with a cold smile: "If you want to know the truth, come to Shaolin Temple to find me, and don't forget to bring this kid with you, but I advise you to be careful of Murong Fu at the end." The ancestor of the family, hehe...haha...joke, what a big joke!"

Ignoring Murong Bo's unsightly expression, the man in black came very quickly, left erratically, and jumped up, like a black cloud swaying towards the sky.

Murong Bo wanted to stop him at first, but he stopped halfway, his eyes became cloudy, and he had other thoughts in his mind: "Is the great wish of rejuvenating the country a lie? Make me be careful... Murong Longcheng?"

He subconsciously glanced back in the direction of Tianshan Mountain. Since this person can tell the identity of Murong Longcheng, he probably went to Tianshan Mountain too.

Murong Bo has a shrewd mind, how can he fail to understand the key point, as soon as he thinks about it, he already has a guess.

"Did you overhear something? See something?"

His eyes became darker and darker, and finally everything in his mind was reduced to four words.

"Murong Dragon City!!"

　It is a pity that the author of this web article named "Night Rain and Floating Lantern" has been on July 31. Due to excessive sleepiness and sleepiness, he missed the time to make up the update... The hemp rope is picky and broken, Bad luck only finds poor people. This should be my last update in July. Let's see you next month...

　　
　
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