Become a disciple of Huashan, but the Sword Sect

Chapter 221: Broken Dreams
"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!" Murong Fu became more and more impatient.

His skill increased dramatically, and he became proficient in hundreds of martial arts in Langhuan Paradise and Huanshi Water Pavilion.

In addition, the zhenqi he received mainly came from Li Qiushui's Xiao Wuxiang Gong. True Qi is formless and formless, supplemented by the Beiming True Qi that combines yin and yang, making it even easier to perform various martial arts.

But all these advantages were completely useless in front of Yan Bugui. No matter how he changed his moves, the opponent could easily defeat him.

Murong Fu couldn't help but wonder: 'Has he also seen the collection of books in my house and my cousin's house? '

While distracted, his shot was delayed for a moment.

Yan Bugui looked at the right moment, reached out with his left hand, and took out a brocade bag from Murong Fu's arms.

His move may seem ordinary, but in fact he has used the mysterious move of "Tianshan Plum-Breaking Hand".

The dexterity of the shot, the swiftness of the speed, and the precision of the timing are all superb.

Murong Fu didn't react until the things were taken away.

The Murong clan of Gusu is indeed a Xianbei barbarian!

Chen Guyan reached out to take the cloth bag and took out a square seal carved from black jade.

Yan Bugui immediately counterattacked with the "Hit the dog on the back diagonally" and poked him in the cheek with the dog-beating stick.

With a quick glance, he saw four of his retainers being attacked by a group of people from the Central Plains martial arts scene.

Her voice didn't sound loud, but she secretly used her inner strength when speaking. Everyone in the huge square heard it clearly.

A vivid leopard is carved on the top of the jade seal. Turn it over and you will see six seal characters engraved on the surface.

Everyone looked at each other with unhappy expressions.

Chen Guyan was in trouble for a while. He couldn't read the seal script.

"Thank you, Miss." Chen Guyan quickly handed Fang Yin over.

"Kill!" An angry shout suddenly came from the square.

Murong Fu had Yan Bugui to deal with him, so they targeted Deng Baichuan and the others.

While speaking, he slashed three times in a row, cutting down three enemies in a row. Before the fourth sword fell, he suddenly stopped in the middle.

Deng Baichuan and the four others were good at martial arts and resisted vigorously. But after all, it was difficult for two fists to defeat four hands, and his body was soon covered with scars.

"Haha!" Fengbo evil wiped the blood on his face and laughed wildly: "Today's fight was really enjoyable. After this, my life, Feng Laosi, was not in vain. I was so happy!"

Murong Fu's mind was trembling. He took advantage of the opportunity to turn around and glanced in the direction where the shouts came from. His face suddenly changed and he was extremely worried.

The green shadow flashed like a flash, and the dog-beating stick came first and second, forcing Murong Fu to block it, and the sword force also stagnated.

Lian Xing said: "Show me."

They watched Yan Bugui take out this jade seal from Murong Fu, so it was definitely not fake.

Lianxing took it and looked at it and said slowly: "The treasure of Emperor Yan."

"Mr. Murong, for the sake of Yan's innocence, I have no choice but to offend you today." Yan Bugui threw the bag with his backhand towards the beggars behind him.

"No!" Murong Fu was so anxious that he turned his long sword and stabbed Yan Bugui's left wrist.

"Uh!" Feng Bo snorted, having been pierced through the heart by a tasseled spear that jumped out from the crowd.

"Fourth!" Bao BuTong was covered in blood. He swung his sword with his right hand to block the knives, spears, swords, halberds and sticks that were attacking him. He caught Feng Boxie's fallen body with his left hand, and tears filled his eyes unconsciously.

"Fourth brother!" Deng Baichuan and Gong Yeqian were filled with grief and anger, and the power of their attacks was greatly increased.

"Fourth Brother, Third Brother will fight side by side with you." Bao BuTong hugged Feng BoE's body tightly, slashing up and down with the long sword in his hand, shielding him from the left and right. After killing four or five people in a row, he was finally overwhelmed by the swarm of experts. At the same time, his body was pierced by several sharp blades, and he fell to the ground with full of unwillingness and died.

Although Deng Baichuan and Gong Yeqian's martial arts and internal strength were stronger than Bao Tongtong and Feng Boxie, how could they block the sea of ​​people in front of them. After a brief moment of support, he followed the footsteps of the two brothers and died under the siege of the heroes.

Murong Fu wanted to rescue him, but he tried his best to escape from Yan Bugui's dog-beating stick. He could only watch the four people die.

laugh!laugh!laugh!
Murong Fu's eyes were about to burst and his eyes were blood red. He suddenly made three moves with his left hand, clasping his fingers together and shooting at Yan Bugui's eyes and throat.

Yan Bugui flicked his left hand and used the "Liu Yun Fei Sleeve" to easily turn the strength of his fingers into nothing.

Murong Fu took the opportunity to use the "Dou Zhuan Xing Shi Shi" and used his lifelong skills. He put his long sword on the dog beating stick and struck it, intending to retaliate against him.

Yan Bugui used the Sticking Technique, and drew a circle with the dog-beating stick and the long sword. He used the technique of "transferring flowers and wood" to return the power of the stick back to the long sword.

As the sword went back and forth, all of Murong Fu's skills and part of Yan Bugui's skills were accumulated on the sword.

Although Murong Fu's long sword was a sharp weapon, it was not a magic weapon. It could not withstand the tyrannical internal force coming from the two of them. With a "bang", the sword broke into dozens of sparkling metal fragments.

The two reacted quickly, taking a step back at the same time and taking out their palms. call!
Yan Bugui made a circle with his left hand, and pushed out fiercely with 'Kanglong Yougui', unleashing overwhelming palm power.

Murong Fu also used an extremely violent palm technique, but his skill was insufficient, and his palm strength was defeated by 'Kang Long Yougui', and fragments of the long sword flew towards his face.

Caught off guard, all the fragments shot at Murong Fu were bounced away by the protective energy. However, a slight trace of blood was accidentally wiped out on his face, and the hair crown on his head was also shattered. His hair was disheveled and he kept retreating.

"Sumi Mountain Palm!" Master Xuanji and other Shaolin monks all looked at Murong Fu in great surprise.

The palm technique he used just now was actually one of the seventy-two unique skills of Shaolin.

Yan Bugui turned the dog-beating stick in his hand and said, "Mr. Murong, I accept the concession."

Murong Fu turned a deaf ear.

Looking at the corpses of the four retainers, Wang Yuyan looked at Duan Zhengchun, who was staring at her anxiously. Looking at the imperial seal in Lianxing's hand.

Murong Fu looked dull.

"It's gone, nothing is gone." Murong Fu muttered to himself as the restoration of the country came to nothing, and suddenly he raised his palm and slapped his forehead.

Wang Yuyan exclaimed: "Cousin! No!"

whoosh-

Accompanied by the rushing sound of breaking wind, a hidden weapon shot out from ten feet away and hit the "Waiguan point" on Murong Fu's wrist.

If this hidden weapon had been hit by an ordinary person, the acupuncture points would have been sealed, the meridians would have been blocked, and the flow of true energy would have been stagnant.

Murong Fu's inner strength was so profound that the hidden weapon was deflected by his true energy to protect his body.

However, the opponent's skill was not weak. Murong Fu's meridians were shocked and he was finally brought back from the edge of life and death.

"Who?" Murong Fu raised his eyes and saw a monk in gray clothes flying towards him with his head covered.

"Hmph!" The man in gray said coldly: "Do you have a son?"

Murong Fu looked at him intently and replied casually: "How can I have children before I am married?"

The gray-robed monk said solemnly: "Do you have any ancestors?"

Murong Fu was very angry and said loudly: "Of course! I will die of my own accord. What does it have to do with you? A scholar cannot be killed. Murong Fu is a man and cannot bear your rude words."

"Master Murong, why should you be angry?" Yan Bugui smiled with interest, "Your life and death really have something to do with him. After all, you are his child."

"What nonsense are you talking about!" Murong Fu thought he was humiliating himself, so he couldn't help but get angry, and immediately rushed forward to fight him desperately.

Yan Bugui said: "If you think about it carefully, who else in this world besides your father would care about your life-long affairs?"

Murong Fu was startled when he heard this, and slowly turned his head to look at the man in black again. As if he had some realization in his heart, he said in disbelief: "Dad, is it you?"

The man in gray clothes pulled off his mask, revealing a face with delicate features and long white eyebrows.

"Dad! It's really you!" Murong Fu was extremely happy.

Murong Bo patted his shoulder: "Fu'er, I've wronged you."

He had come a long time ago, but he didn't expect that the situation would suddenly change, and Murong's hostility would suddenly be exposed, making him the target of public criticism.

Murong's life-long plan, hundreds of years of hard work, was just destroyed in one day.

He didn't want to show up, but Murong Fu actually wanted to commit suicide.

After all, this was his own son, no better than others, so he had to save him.

"Little beast..." Murong Bo turned to look at Yan Bugui with a ferocious gaze. Before he finished speaking, a green shadow flashed in front of his eyes, followed by a "pop" sound, and the left side of his face suddenly felt extremely hot and painful.

But it was Yan Bugui who hit him in the face with a stick.

Murong Bo's martial arts was far inferior to Murong Fu's today, and he had no chance to react.

"Dad." Murong Fu hurriedly supported Murong Bo and glared at Yan Bugui.

"Pfft~" Murong Bo spit out a mouthful of blood, with a few bright yellow teeth in it.

Yan Bugui gently tapped the palm of his left hand with the dog beating stick: "If you have something to say, I can teach you if you don't know how."

Murong Bo glared at Yan Bugui, eyes almost bursting with fire.

If looks could kill, Yan Bugui would have been ripped apart and cut into pieces by now.

"Don't look at me like that." Yan Bugui said lightly, "This is your retribution."

(End of this chapter)