The longevity of the heavens begins with Mingyu Gong

Chapter 91 Flaming Knife
Song Xing turned his head and looked at Jiumozhi: "What advice does King Ming have?"

Jiumozhi said politely: "Old Mr. Murong is an old friend of this young monk, and this young monk wants to go to his tomb to pay homage, can the people in this village lead me there?"

Song Xing refused straight away: "It's better for King Ming not to participate in the affairs of the six sects."

Jiumozhi came all the way to the Central Plains just to participate in the manor and return the secret scriptures in the water pavilion, seeing the hope in front of him, how could he give up easily.

Jiumozhi's figure flashed, and stopped the people from the six doors, "If that's the case, the monk can't let the benefactor take them away."

Song Xing had a cold smile on his lips, looked at Jiumozhi and asked: "So, the Duke of Ming intends to stop the six doors from handling the case!"

Jiumozhi remained silent, but his body still blocked the door, showing his will with actions.

The martial arts of Wusu and the others had not yet been placed in his eyes.

Song Xing looked up, with a mocking smile on his lips.

Then Jiumozhi saw a fist, wrapped in a fierce aura, getting closer and closer in his sight, suddenly felt a slight chill down his back, he exhaled loudly, and his right hand met Song Xing's fist extremely quickly.

Just when Jiumozhi's palm was about to touch Song Xing's fist, Song Xing suddenly turned his fist into a claw and grabbed Jiumozhi's arm. At the same time, his left hand pierced through at an extremely fast speed and imprinted on Jiumozhi's right rib .

Jiumozhi also reacted very quickly, passing through his armpit with his left hand, blocking Song Xing's extremely concealed blow.

boom!
Striking both palms together, Jiumozhi suddenly felt a majestic force coming from him, and he couldn't help but start to back up, taking a few steps before standing still.

Before he could stand still, Song Xing attacked again!

Stepping on the legs to judge, drilling and punching, supporting, chopping and hooking, Song Xing didn't use any special moves. He has practiced Neijiaquan to his level, and any move is easy to use, and its power is unmatched.

The zhenqi of the ninth layer of Mingyu Gong was used, and the clothes of the people present were rattled immediately, and the temperature in the Qinyun Xiaozhu dropped sharply, which made everyone's expressions change drastically.

Also with a solemn expression was Jiumozhi, his clothes fluttering, his palms turned into knives, and in an instant he slashed towards Song Xing with a flaming knife.

The fiery strength of the flame knife collided with the cold air of Ming Yugong, Song Xing's face remained unchanged, and he pointed like a knife, stretching out his hand to cut across the air.

This move seemed extremely gentle, but when it encountered the energy of the flame knife in the air, it made a loud noise, directly forcing the flame knife back.

The two strands of true energy collided in the air, and the energy immediately overflowed, overturning all the tables, chairs and incense burners in the Qinyun Xiaozhu to the ground, shaking them to pieces.

Jiumozhi's complexion changed slightly after the flame knife was broken, and he used his inner strength to strike the air in the palm of his hand, dispelling the aftermath of the fight.

Little did he know that Song Xing was also amazed at the use of true energy by masters in this world. In the previous world, no matter how strong the martial arts were, it was difficult to casually release true energy and hurt people in the air.

But in the world of Tianlong, there are more than a dozen kinds of martial arts at random. When you practice to a great extent, you can release your true energy to injure the enemy, and even form a three-inch wall of energy outside your body like a sweeping monk. It is difficult to hurt your fists and feet. It can be called the extreme perversion .

In the confrontation, Jiumozhi, who was slightly disadvantaged, was a little startled and angry. He never expected that a head catcher from the six doors who had just come across in the south of the Yangtze River had a terrifying martial arts that surpassed all heroes.

Jiumozhi asked himself well-informed, but he couldn't tell the source of Song Xing's kung fu, but every move and style of him was so powerful that it was hard to parry.

He repelled Jiumozhi with one move, but Song Xing stopped suddenly and didn't pursue him any more. It was enough to teach Jiumozhi a lesson. To confirm Murong Bo's life and death, he needed Jiumozhi as a tool.

Song Xing said: "The king of Ming pays homage to the old man, is he planning to use this little brother as a sacrifice?"

Jiumozhi admitted in a very bachelor way: "That's right, this little monk once promised Master Murong that he would bring the Six Meridian Excalibur of Dali Duan Clan to him. Duan Gongzi sacrificed his blood to Master Murong."

Song Xing sneered and said: "You, a Tubo national teacher, dare to kill people in front of the six gates, do you think the six gates will turn a blind eye?"

Hearing the words, Jiumozhi shook his arms, and once again used the energy of the flame knife: "In this case, let's see the real chapter under your hands!"

Song Xing saw through Jiumozhi's sternness, and asked directly, "Master Ming, does he know why I'm here?"

Seeing that Song Xing had no intention of doing anything, Jiumozhi lowered his arms and asked, "Didn't you come here for Mr. Murong?"

Song Xing shook his head: "It's for Murong's family, but not necessarily for Murong Fu."

Seeing that Jiumozhi was puzzled, Song Xing continued: "There were seven murders in Pingjiang Mansion within a month, and the dead were all members of Jianghu sects, and all of them died under the Murong family's turmoil."

"After investigation by Six Doors, Murong Fu was in Gusu when some of the deceased were killed."

Before Jiumozhi could figure it out, Song Xing quickly asked: "Based on King Ming's knowledge of martial arts, do you know if there is any martial arts in the Jianghu that can imitate the world and frame the Murong family?"

Jiumozhi thought for a while, then shook his head and said: "The little monk also fought against Master Murong back then, and his experience is shallow, so he can't think of any kung fu that can be done, but since someone was not killed by Master Murong, but died under Dou Zhuanxing, it is really frustrating. The little monk is puzzled."

Song Xing said leisurely: "In addition to Murong Fu, there was one other member of the Murong family who was able to change the world."

Jiumozhi was shocked when he heard this, and looked at Song Xing in disbelief. He was as smart as him, and instantly understood Song Xing's meaning: "Six Doors suspected that it was Old Mr. Murong who did not die back then. Are these cases committed by him who cheated his death?"

Song Xing said: "Yes or no, you will know when you go to Shenhe Village."

Hearing what Song Xing said, Bao BuTong yelled: "You dog thief, don't tarnish the prestige of Shenhezhuang. Master Murong was so powerful in the world. You little headhunter, who gave you the courage to slander my master."

Song Xing slapped Bao Budong's chest with his backhand, and only heard a few cracking sounds. Bao Budong spewed blood from his mouth, gurgled, stared at Song Xing, and then passed out.

Song Xing's eyes were like lightning, and he looked at Bao BuTong and Gong Ye coldly, "Six doors can also kill people. Next time, let's go down and accompany your master!"

Gong Yeqian also stared at Song Xing coldly: "Today's shame, the Murong family will repay Your Excellency generously in the future!"

Song Xing ignored his words of defeat, and asked Wusu to find the servants in the village. These servants were afraid of the power of the six doors, and would soon point out the detailed route to Shenhezhuang.

Song Xing asked Wusu and the others to carry their bags, but they also carried Azhu and Duanyu with them, and arrived at Canhe Village together.

Standing in front of Murong Bo's tomb, Jiumozhi looked a little weird, looked at Song Xing and asked, "Are the Six Doors sure that Master Murong is not dead?"

Song Xing had a half-smile but not a smile: "Is it true, King Ming will know if he sees it himself."

Jiumozhi turned his head and stared at the tombstone in front of him, gritted his teeth, bent over to the tombstone and said: "Master Murong, please forgive me for being unreasonable."

After saying that, amidst the shouts of A'Zhu's anger, they pushed out with one palm, leveling the mound in front of them directly, and then the flame knife swept across vigorously, and the coffin lid in the tomb directly bounced off.

"what!"

Accompanied by Azhu Abi's exclamation, Jiumozhi's eyes lit up.

As expected, the coffin was empty and contained nothing.

(End of this chapter)