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Chapter 192 Suihan’s Three Friends, Ximen Chuixue!
  Beijing.

Chunhua Tower.

There are four dishes on the table to go with wine, one is chicken rice with pine nuts, one is fried blue crabs with sauce, one is cold goose feet, and one is steamed steamed rice noodles. Not only are they exquisitely cooked, but they are also Murong Fu's favorite dishes. food.

But in front of him, Murong Fu was standing in front of the window with his hands behind his hands, just because he sensed that someone was coming.

"Nine heavens and ten earths, gods and ghosts all come to my door and obey my orders!"

Following a long chant, three old men wearing dark green embroidered robes and white jade and gold crowns soon appeared in front of Murong Fu.

"You are finally here!"

Murong Fu stood with his hands behind his hands and looked at the three old people who appeared in front of him in a calm tone.

They are the three friends of Suihan, the guardian elders of the Western Rakshasa Sect.

The old man in green robe said coldly: "Are you Murong Fu?"

When Murong Fu heard this, he just looked at the three figures coldly.

Soon his eyes fell on the monsters with human heads, snake bodies, and bird claws and chrysalis wings embroidered on the clothes on the chests of the three of them.

Naturally, most people don't know the origin of this monster. Although this monster is just embroidered on clothes, as long as they see its appearance, they will immediately feel an indescribable chill rising from their hearts, and they can't help but want to Ji Lingling takes a chill.

But all this had no impact on Murong Fu at all. Instead, it only made him slightly interesting.

In order to wait for the arrival of Suihan's three friends, Murong Fu had been waiting in Chunhua Tower for a whole day.

During this period, Shangguan Xueer and Ye Ling couldn't bear the loneliness at first, so they took A'Zhu to go shopping in the most prosperous place in the capital.

After all, the three women all made a lot of money in the battle on the top of the Forbidden City not long ago. Once people have money, they will naturally think of squandering it, especially the members of the Red Shoes organization headed by Ye Ling.

As for Huo Tianqing, after staying in Chunhua Building for an hour, he returned to the capital to handle chores.

The Three Friends of Suihan were certainly famous, but for Huo Tianqing, who had just witnessed the battle at the top of the Forbidden City, they lacked any appeal.

Moreover, he knew Murong Fu's martial arts best. How famous the three friends of Suihan were back then, that was only in those days. The three of them traveled thousands of miles from outside the customs to the capital. In Huo Tianqing's view, they were just dying in vain.

"Are you a lonely pine, a dead bamboo, or a winter plum?"

After examining the three of them for a long time, Murong Fu finally spoke.

The old man in green robe sneered: "I am Hanmei!"

"It turns out that you are Hanmei!"

When Murong Fu heard this, there was something strange in his eyes, and his tone became emotionless.

"Then the two of you must be the lonely pine and the withered bamboo..."

His eyes lingered on the other two for a moment, and Murong Fu continued speaking slowly.

"Not bad!"

Although Lone Pine and Withered Bamboo sneered, their expressions clearly showed a hint of pride.

The three brothers have not visited the Central Plains in person for more than twenty years, but now there are younger generations who remember their reputation. This is enough for people to be proud of.

Moreover, the young man in front of me is said to be the most famous and youngest rising star in the Central Plains martial arts in recent years!

Gu Song said coldly: "Now that you know who we are, you should know our purpose!"

"So what if you know, so what if you don't know?"

Murong Fu's tone was calm and he was not moved by Gu Song's tone at all.

Lone Song stared at him and suddenly waved his hand.

Immediately there was a strange sound of bamboo blowing in the yard behind, like a resentful woman crying, like an innocent ghost crying at night.

Then four big men, naked to the waist and with sharp needles tattooed on their chests, came in grabbing a large wooden board, which was covered with dark green chrysanthemums.

These big men's eyes were straight and they were intoxicated. Although their bodies were covered with sharp needles, there was no drop of blood or pain. Instead, they had a mysterious and terrifying smile on their faces.

The three of them walked together to the wooden board piled with ink chrysanthemums, bowed together, and murmured to themselves.

"Nine heavens and ten earths, all gods and demons are here to protect you, and we will ascend to bliss together!"

Seeing the three people acting mysteriously, Murong Fu suddenly smiled, then sat down and filled the wine glass in front of him.

Gu Song said coldly: "Do you know who he is?"

There is a human eye hidden under the chrysanthemum, staring straight ahead.

This eye is more white than black, and the eyeballs have completely protruded, with an indescribable feeling of panic and fear.

Murong Fu took a sip of the wine in his glass and said, "I've never been interested in dead people!"

He naturally knew this dead man, it was Yu Tianbao. Strangely enough, not long after his death, even his body and coffin mysteriously disappeared.

Lone Song closed his eyes again, raised his head to face the sky, and said slowly: "Nine heavens and ten earths, the sons of the gods are in danger and tribulation, and both the gods and demons weep."

Ku Zhu said coldly: "Those who kill will die!"

Hanmei said: "You killed the sons of gods. Even if you go to heaven or earth, you will still die!"

"You want to avenge him?"

Murong Fu's tone suddenly became a little subtle.

"Yes, although you have an extraordinary status, you should not kill our young leader. No matter who it is, as long as they kill our young leader, they are destined to die!"

Lone Song stared at Murong Fu, his tone extremely cold.

"You go to all this trouble just to say this?"

Murong Fu put down the wine glass in his hand and suddenly sighed in his tone.

"Not bad!"

The three people in Gusong nodded at the same time, their smiles were equally cold, as if they already had a chance to win.

Tsing Yi Tower once had 108 sub-rudders, which frightened people in the world, but that is yesterday's news!

Although Fuwei Escort Agency is famous now, the three of them never take it seriously!

Even Ye Gucheng and Ximen Chuixue, the two great sword gods rumored in the Central Plains martial arts world, the three of them never had the slightest respect.

They were celebrities in the martial arts world in the past, and the only person who could make them bow their heads was that one person. Now that person has passed away, and there is no one in the entire martial arts world worthy of their fear!
  "Pine and bamboo never wither in the winter, while plum blossoms endure the cold and bloom, so they are known as the 'Three Friends of the Cold'. You three are despicable and shameless, so what qualifications do you have to call yourself pine, bamboo and plum?"

Looking at the three old men in dark green embroidered robes in front of him, Murong Fu's tone showed a hint of disdain.

"you……"

The three people in Lone Song couldn't help but get angry at the same time.

"Yu Tianbao obviously died at the hands of the three of you, but you still blame me for this crime. You three really deserve to die!"

Before the three of them could get angry, Murong Fu continued to speak coldly.

Ku Zhu sneered: "Are we going to die?"

"Not bad!"

Murong Fu nodded.

Hanmei said coldly: "But I think you are going to die soon!"

He clapped his hands, and the four big men backed away carrying the wooden board.

At this moment, Hanmei took action.

The sword light flashed, dazzling Murong Fu's eyes. The strange moves almost blocked all his moves.

The room was not spacious, and he had almost no way out.

There is no one who is always invincible in this world.

Murong Fu is also a human being. Is he going to lose here today?
  Lone Song stood in the corner with his hands behind his back, looking at him coldly, and suddenly asked: "Do you think he is bound to lose?"

Kuzhu pondered and said, "What do you think?"

Gu Song said: "I think he will be defeated!"

Ku Zhu sighed and said: "Sometimes being young and energetic is not a good thing!"

Gu Song said: "I'm not talking about Murong Fu."

Ku Zhu was surprised and said, "No?"

Lone Pine said: "Hanmei will definitely lose."

Ku Zhu said: "But he seems to have the upper hand now."

Gu Song said: "Having the upper hand first is just a waste of energy. Masters compete with each other. The key to victory or defeat is only the last blow." Ku Zhu said: "But why hasn't he taken action yet?"

Gu Song said: "It's not that he can't, it's that he doesn't want to."

Having said this, Ku Zhu already understood what Gu Song meant. Murong Fu was waiting for another chance to kill him with one blow!

After all, the two of them are still nearby. When anyone fights with others, if there is a strong enemy beside him, he will become very cautious.

When Han Mei, who was taking action at the side, heard this, his eyes seemed to have a sarcastic smile, and he suddenly sneered: "It's a pity that everyone makes miscalculations sometimes."

Just when he started to say this, he suddenly turned his sword.

No one could describe the speed of his sword, and no one could clearly see the movement of his sword, only a flash of sword light.

The lightning-like sword light pierced Kuzhu's face.

It turned out that this was his real fatal blow.

For this scene, Lone Song and the two were obviously not expecting it.

For masters like them, if you take a step too late, you will lose the upper hand, and the only way is to retreat!

Sure enough, Kuzhu's face changed drastically when he saw this, and he immediately retreated backwards. His movement was not graceful, but it was very useful.

In the blink of an eye, the whole person retreated several feet away like a sharp arrow.

But Hanmei's sword was struck very quickly, and no matter what movement he made, it stuck to his face like gangrene attached to his bones.

Ku Zhu felt a cold expression on his face, and there was a shallow wound on his forehead, which had been injured by Senhan's sword energy.

But at this moment, Hanmei suddenly stopped with a groan, and the corners of his mouth were gradually filled with red blood. It turned out that at some point, there was an extra chopstick on his chest.

An inconspicuous chopstick made him feel that his life was slowly passing away.

"why?"

Hanmei suddenly asked, his eyes full of disbelief.

It should be noted that he had just suddenly launched an attack and was only one step away from killing Kuzhu. Once Kuzhu died, Lone Pine, who was left alone, would naturally not be a match for the two of them.

Murong Fu spoke calmly and replied: "I did not agree to join forces with you!"

"Okay... I'm just being sentimental!"

Hanmei's smile became a little sarcastic.

Lone Song suddenly sighed and said, "You are right. Everyone makes mistakes sometimes. I made mistakes with you."

Ku Zhu also sighed and said: "How could you suddenly think of colluding with this person? How could you do such a thing?"

Hanmei suddenly shouted: "Because I don't want to be angry with you all my life!"

Ku Zhu said: "Are you willing to be angry with him?"

Hanmei sneered and said: "If this thing comes to pass, I will be the leader of the Rakshasa Sect. He will be in charge inside the pass, and I will be in charge outside the pass. If the Rakshasa Sect and Fuwei Escorts join forces, they will be invincible in the world."

Gu Song said coldly: "But he refused!"

Hanmei sneered: "But whether I succeed or fail, I won't be angry with you anymore."

The dead are never angry.

After Hanmei said these words, she cut off her heart and died.

After being silent for a long time, Kuzhu suddenly said: "Do you know that you are wasting the only chance to survive?"

"But I think you're going to be out of luck!"

When Murong Fu heard this, he smiled.

Gu Song said: "Unlucky?"

Murong Fu said: "The kind of bad luck that brings Han Mei down."

The faces of Lone Pine and Withered Bamboo sank at the same time.

The bad luck of winter plums only happens once to anyone!
  And they are no exception.

Murong Fu said: "Hanmei did that because he refused to accept old age and was unwilling to be lonely. And what about you?"

Kuzhu closed his mouth and refused to answer.

Gu Song said coldly: "Is this old man not understanding what Mr. Murong said?"

Murong Fu said: "How could a truly indifferent and self-satisfied hermit be willing to join the Rakshasa Sect? How could he deliberately allow the young leader of the Rakshasa Sect to come to the Central Plains alone?"

The timing of Yu Tianbao's appearance in the capital was very clever, and not long after his death, Suihan's three friends appeared in the capital.

As long as you are not a fool, you will understand that there is something fishy in this matter.

Murong Fu sighed, and continued: "There is no one around now, and it happens to be a good opportunity for you to take action. The Song and Bamboo Divine Sword, the two swords combined, why don't you take action?"

Gu Song looked at him coldly, and after a long time finally said: "Since you are a smart person, you should understand that there are some things you cannot say on the spot!"

Ku Zhu agreed coldly: "Yes, if you understand this truth, you can still live for a few months!"

While they were talking, the two figures had Murong Fu firmly sandwiched between them.

Although Lone Pine and Dead Bamboo seemed to be standing casually, their positions were very clever, as if a pair of pliers had clamped Murong Fu in the middle.

Although the pliers are not clamped yet, they are ready to go. In the sky and on the earth, the two brothers are confident that no one can escape from the pliers.

"You will die if you take action!"

Murong Fu stood with his hands behind his back. Although he was defenseless, his tone was filled with an indescribable confidence.

"I do not believe!"

Kuzhu sneered.

With a "choking" sound, Kuzhu's sword was unsheathed.

The sword light broke through the air and flew ten feet.

Although the momentum of this sword is not as good as the flying immortal from outside the sky, it is so lonely and strange, just like a thousand-year-old withered bamboo on the top of a cold mountain.

But Murong Fu still didn't move, not even making a dodge move.

Just before Ku Zhu's sword was about to hit Murong Fu's vital part, Murong Fu's two fingers clamped the sword like lightning. No one could describe the grace of his one finger.

Just like no one can describe Ye Gucheng's flying fairy from heaven!
  Kuzhu's eyes showed a look of astonishment, as if he did not expect that his sword would be caught between Murong Fu's two fingers.

But an even more unexpected scene happened next. There was a "click" sound, and the long sword in his hand seemed to be melted by a soldering iron.

Before his eyes showed any strange expression, Murong Fu's two fingers had already brushed against his sword-holding wrist like lightning.

Then Ku Zhu felt a slight coldness in his right hand, and saw that the broken sword in his hand had fallen into Murong Fu's hand. He was shocked and said, "You..."

However, he just said one word, and the face of Lone Song across from him suddenly changed, as if he had seen something terrifying, and his eyes were full of fear.

It turned out that Kuzhu's face turned pale in shock, and all the flesh and blood in his body seemed to be drained out at once. The old man with a strong spirit suddenly became haggard and languid, and suddenly fell down.

When the withered bamboo fell, Murong Fu didn't even look at it.

He was looking at the lonely pine.

But Lone Song had stopped breathing. He had traveled around the world for decades, and had also served as a protector elder of the Rakshasa Sect, but he had never seen such vicious martial arts.

Just a slight flick of the hand seems to be able to suck out the opponent's essence.

Murong Fu said: "Do you know what kind of martial arts this is?"

However, Gu Song's breathing seemed to have stagnated, and he no longer had any mood or courage to answer the question.

Murong Fu sighed and said: "This is one of the only several kung fu techniques in the 'Great Compassion between Heaven and Earth Conquering Yin and Yang' that has been passed down to later generations, the Heaven-Destroying Earth-Destroying Soul-Searching Skill performed by the passionate son of the past!"

Hearing this, Lone Song's eyes couldn't help but widen. Apparently he had heard of the name of this martial art. The fear in his eyes intensified, and he suddenly retreated and escaped the next moment.

The power and speed of this sweep were also unimaginable, because he knew that this was a critical moment for his life or death.

The potential that human beings develop in order to survive is difficult for others to imagine.

Murong Fu did not pursue him.

At this moment, Lone Song suddenly felt that there was another figure in front of him.

Pale people, pale hands!
  "Ximen Chuixue!"

The pupils of the lonely pine and dead bamboo shrank.

(End of this chapter)