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Chapter 335 The whereabouts of the Eagle Sword, the extremely Yin Swordsman!
Murong Fu said calmly: "Ying Yuan, do you really think I don't dare to kill you?"

Ying Yuan smiled slightly, with a natural expression. He had clasped his palms together at this moment, as if he was quietly waiting for his fate to come.

Murong Fu looked at Ying Yuan in front of him quietly, and the two of them maintained this strange atmosphere for a long time. After an unknown amount of time, Murong Fu finally moved.

Murong Fu seemed to be just taking a step forward slowly, but the atmosphere in this originally peaceful and peaceful mountain village suddenly became depressing.

Dark clouds had gathered above the two of them at some point, and a low thunder sounded.

The wind moved.

The clothes of the two people swayed, but at this moment, the figures of the two people seemed to be frozen.

Murong Fu took a step and stopped like that.

And an inexplicable smile suddenly appeared at the corner of Ying Yuan's mouth, and his eyes reflected a strange light at the same time, as if he had seen something interesting.

This is the ultimate sword intention of Yan Shisan’s fifteenth sword!
After Murong Fu completely mastered the potential of the Ancestral Aperture between his eyebrows, the fifteenth sword that originally belonged to Yan Shisan finally became his own.

In terms of spiritual cultivation, Ying Yuan is already the unquestionable number one.

He and Ying Yuan are already in the realm of heaven and man, but their paths are different.

Now that he finally succeeded, he used this martial art on Ying Yuan.

It's just that Ying Yuan relied on Zen methods, and Murong Fu relied on martial arts. Both of them have reached the pinnacle of their own fields, and neither one can do anything to the other!
Murong Fu said that he wanted to actually kill Ying Yuan, but it was actually very difficult to do so!
As a strong man who is about to reach the other side, Ying Yuan naturally has his own methods, otherwise how could he have lived peacefully until now?

"Oh, Zen Kung Fu?"

Compared with death, time is naturally more difficult to control!

"Brother Murong is so imaginative in his actions that it makes people confused!"

Ying Yuan's expression suddenly became a little strange, as if he had realized something strange personally, but he suddenly stopped mid-sentence.

Even if they are as strong as Pang Ban and Lang Fanyun, they will still be inferior to him on this journey!

Even though Murong Fu's finger made him completely rootless, Ying Yuan's tone was still indifferent, but his whole expression was quite helpless.

Ying Yuan said slightly surprised.

Otherwise it will be longer.

"Don't be alarmed by Yingyuan Living Buddha. I've just finished training. I can absorb all the changes in martial arts in the world in my two palms. My hands are as solid as diamonds. I have the power of two dragons and four elephants in my hands, and I can even grab them." The great soul-searching hand of the vitality essence of all things and the ability to refine external forces and dissolve all things!"

Murong Fu said calmly: "In life, some things must be done, otherwise my thoughts will not be clear. Killing you will make me appear narrow-minded, but if I don't punish you, others will mistakenly think that I am afraid of you! "

And Murong Fu, who had already drifted outside the imperial city, had an extremely bright smile...

Murong Fu's eyes moved and he said calmly: "To express my apology, I will first teach you a Zen skill as a supplement!"

"Listen to me preaching the scriptures to you..."

It was as if he had encountered a prank by a naughty child, which made him feel a little helpless.

Murong Fu moved.

Therefore, time is like a stagnant space. The larger the scope that Murong Fu maintains at the moment, the shorter the time will naturally be.

Yan Shisan's fifteenth sword represents death!

And Murong Fu's fifteenth sword represents time!

Hearing this, Ying Yuan's expression suddenly became strange again, and at this time, Murong Fu's figure had already disappeared.

Because Murong Fu's finger had already hit his body.

Murong Fu's smile gradually grew brighter, and there was a hint of amusement in his eyes.

The mystery of this martial art is that it can hurt people invisibly. Just a finger seemed to have broken the kidney meridian of Ying Yuan, making him completely apathetic from then on.

A white palm stretched out from his sleeve. Under Ying Yuan's eyes full of surprise and joy, his hand turned into a finger and flew like a swallow in the sky. In the small space around the two of them, Draw a beautiful and natural arc, cleverly turn the angle, and stab the eagle edge head-on.

"Brother Murong is really..."

And while this finger is stabbing, it changes without any square. The circle becomes curved, the curve becomes square, and the square becomes sharp. They complement each other and make it impossible for people to decide how to deal with it.

After whispering this passage to himself, Ying Yuan's expression was extremely weird.

But the person in front of him was Ying Yuan after all.

Suddenly there was a flash of lightning and thunder struck Fengkong. The big thunderstorm that had been brewing for a long time filled the sky and the earth in an instant.

If he were an ordinary person, Murong Fu wouldn't need to go to such trouble!

"If you want to practice magical skills, bring your sword from the palace..."

At this moment, Ying Yuan was finally able to take control of his body, but the smile at the corner of his mouth suddenly became inexplicable.

Even he couldn't help but praise this finger.

Murong Fu had earlier acquired two martial arts from the Western Demonic Cult in the Ancient Dragon World, but due to his lack of cultivation, he had not been able to combine the two martial arts into one.

Because to be precise, Murong Fu pointed his finger intentionally on his lower abdomen.

After saying this, Murong Fu's smile became meaningful.

"Yes, this is a Zen skill that can purify one's mind and reduce desires..."

Ying Yuan's eyes were full of enthusiasm for all things in the world, because Murong Fu's finger had already demonstrated the principle of the five elements of heaven and earth.

……

In recent days, a piece of news has swept the entire capital.

It is rumored that the legendary hero Legend of the Eagle and Sabre, who was famous all over the world a hundred years ago, has appeared in the capital. This news immediately shocked the entire capital.

But so far, no one has the courage to take action against this legendary eagle knife.

And all this is because of one person!

A magnificent pavilion, towering on a high hill, is divided into upper and lower parts. The lower part is in the shape of an arched city gate, with three gates in the city wall and four majestic red walls.

On the city wall stands a palace-style wooden structure with double eaves and a hilltop, with dragon and phoenix flying eaves, carved beams and painted buildings. It is elegant and magnificent. Under the hazy sunset, it has an extraordinary and indescribable momentum.

On the top floor of the attic, under the candlelight, a strange thick-backed knife was quietly placed on a table.

At a seat by the window, Murong Fu was raising a glass with one hand and looking at the capital city under the sunset.

Three days ago, he met Ying Yuan, which gained him a lot.

Unlike others, Ying Yuan has already stepped out of the world with half a foot and is an absolute powerhouse!
Although he has abandoned martial arts and practiced Zen, his cultivation level is still unfathomable. In short, his current cultivation base is very close to his original self before abandoning martial arts.

In other words, he has also taken half a step forward.

And unlike Pang Ban, he can shatter the void as long as the conditions are met.

"The world is really such a wonderful place!"

Holding the wine glass in his hand, Murong Fu said with some emotion.

However, Murong Fu suddenly moved his brows, as if he noticed something.

The next moment, a figure rushed to the attic. As soon as the figure arrived, a sharp sword aura struck him directly on the forehead. The murderous aura was so strong that it could freeze a person's blood.

However, Murong Fu didn't even look, he just flicked his finger and hit the blade.

There was a "buzz" sound, and the man's whole body shook violently. He raised the blade again. He could have used another move to attack, but he said "Huh" and retreated quickly. When he retreated, it was as cold as snow and thin. Ruo Paper's specialty sword couldn't help but move forward, faintly blocking all approaches ahead. The masked man in black exuded an astonishing murderous aura, which would make ordinary people tremble with fear just by looking at him. However, unexpectedly, he stared cautiously at Murong Fu who was not far away.

Soon I heard him say in a stiff accent: "Who are you?"

Murong Fu glanced at him sideways and said in a calm tone: "You are not worthy of asking my name!"

The man's eyes were cold and cold, but the next moment his expression suddenly turned solemn and solemn. He held the long knife handle wrapped with several layers of white cloth in his hands slightly in sequence. He moved the knife to the center of his eyebrows and pointed it straight behind his eyes. His eyes became as sharp as swords. Murong Fu was warned firmly, and the huge sword energy surged forward like a storm.

His breathing became even and long, the sound of breathing could be heard far and near, and he was in another realm in an instant.

Murderous frost.

"Why haven't you drawn your sword yet?"

Knowing his qualifications, this man's eyes were fixed on the long sword hanging on Murong Fu's waist.

He seems extremely proud and unwilling to take advantage of others.

"You don't deserve it!"

Murong Fu said calmly.

The man's pupils couldn't help but shrink when he heard this, and he said angrily: "Very good, let me use the 'New Yinliu Twelve Stages of Phantom Sword Technique' to bury you!"

The next moment, the long knife in his hand turned into dazzling lightning, and the whole person had escaped forward.

The moment he took action, the light from the knife in his hand suddenly disappeared.

The onlookers outside the attic, whether they knew martial arts or not, were so shocked by the thrilling and spectacular scene in front of them that they forgot to breathe.

After the sound of "dang", the lights came back on.

The man stared at the scene in front of him with disbelief. It turned out that the long knife in his hand was firmly clamped between two fingers, and the extremely sharp blade could not hurt the opponent at all.

It turned out that in that unforgettable moment, Murong Fu just calmly stretched out his two fingers and pinched them in the air, and unexpectedly clamped the blade. No one can describe the skill and speed of his pinched fingers, unless he saw it with his own eyes. People can't even believe it at all.

The man saw this scene clearly, so his heart was already extremely cold.

Perhaps he already knew his future fate, he suddenly shouted wildly, and the blade caught between Murong Fu's two fingers suddenly broke.

With only the remaining sword in his hand, he suddenly retreated backwards, and his feet began to move in strange steps on the spot. The sound seemed to have no rhythm, but it followed a certain law, beating directly into his heart like a drum. Deep down, it gives people a chill.

Murong Fu knew that the other party was looking for his openings and blind spots.

The sound of that man's steps was the sound of death.

Just looking for the last chance to make a backhand!

The man shouted wildly again and jumped high into the air. The long knife in his hand turned into a sharp light and struck Murong Fu directly on the forehead.

"Ding!"

Another sound that sounded like metal and iron was heard. Murong Fu's right hand had no intention of dodging, and he grabbed the broken sword in front of the man.

Murong Fu's right hand was unscathed, but the broken knife he held tightly in his palm began to melt strangely like snow encountering the scorching sun.

"伱......"

Witnessing this incredible scene again, the man's eyes were full of disbelief and he subconsciously let go of the handle of the knife in his hand.

But it's too late...

His face suddenly turned pale, and the flesh and blood in his body seemed to have been drained all at once, and he suddenly became dry and haggard.

He seemed to have predicted his own outcome, his eyes turned dim, and then he said: "Your Excellency's martial arts are superb, I am convinced that I lost, and I only regret that I can't witness the decisive battle between Shuiyue Sect and you in the future. Alas. !”

His body was suddenly slowly shrinking at this moment, which was a sign that his muscles and bones were being melted.

It turns out that just now Murong Fu had already used the 'Heaven-Destroying-Earth-Destroying-Great-Cosmos-Destroying Hand', so not only his flesh and blood, but also his bones and muscles could not escape the fate of being dissolved.

His eyes had become dull, and he was obviously blind, but he still used his last bit of strength to say: "He is the number one strategist in the country, he..."

Voice interruption.

He fell to the sky, broke the window on the spot, and fell onto the long street.

'Shui Yue Dazong, it turned out to be his subordinate! '

After witnessing the figure dying, Murong Fu's expression remained as usual.

This Shuiyue sect is none other than the chief priest of the Japanese shogunate, and is the well-deserved number one swordsman in Japan for more than ten years.

He was able to appear in the Central Plains because he was hired by the Ming Dynasty general Lan Yu, but in fact he had secretly colluded with the Destiny Sect early on.

This person's martial arts can be ranked among the top ten in the world. In the original work, he killed the 'poisonous hand' Qian Luo who had entered the innate realm. If Lang Fanyun hadn't done it himself, he would have been killed by Han Bai, Feng Xinglie, Another enemy Qi Changzheng will face!
On the long street, the figures in the distance couldn't help but remain silent as they looked at the terrifying dead figure, and they temporarily put away their thoughts that they shouldn't have.

……

Meanwhile, somewhere far north.

Under the vast starry sky, on a high cliff, Pang Ban, the world's best master, proudly stood on the edge of the cliff with his hands behind his back, silent and motionless.

He is missing someone.

In order to mourn this old friend, Pang Ban had stood motionless for five days!

In the distance, a pair of black and white servants wait quietly.

But Hua Jieyu, who had followed Pang Ban back from the Central Plains, couldn't help but wonder in her heart. After reaching out and patting the black servant's shoulder, she sighed and walked towards the high cliff in the backyard.

Pang Ban, who had been standing there for five days and five nights, sighed: "I am recalling those ten days of facing each other day and night in Jingzhai and Jing'an, and I have not missed a single moment. I also think of other people from time to time. I don't know why. Standing at this moment, alas! I never thought that memories could be so intoxicating.”

When Hua Jieyu heard this, she couldn't help but think of Han Bai, and felt sad in her heart. Why had she never believed in love in her life, but at this age, she fell in love with a man who was more than twenty years younger than herself? What is love?

Pang Ban continued to say calmly: "Jing'an is gone! The moment she passed away, I felt it. Jing'an, Jing'an! I, Pang Ban, have given up everything for you for twenty years, and you have also sacrificed for me. After becoming my most beloved disciple, we owe nothing to anyone, but why do I still feel that I have failed you? "Who can answer this question for me?"

Hua Jieyu had received the news of Yan Jing'an's death three days ago, but because Pang Ban came to stand quietly on the high cliff, she had no chance to inform him. Little did she know that he had already "known it".

After the slight shock, I was speechless and unable to speak for a moment.

Pang Ban suddenly started talking again: "Jieyu, you are here today not just to inform me of Jing'an's death. Tell me, but what changes have happened in the capital?"

Hua Jie said: "The little magician has found out his whereabouts, Ying Yuan Living Buddha is now in the capital!"

Pang Ban smiled and said, "Oh, have you found out the whereabouts of Ying Yuan?
Very good, now that I know where he is, I can't wait to rush to meet him immediately to see who is better between Meng Chixing's apprentice and Chuanying's son. How lucky is Pang Ban! There is an opportunity to renew the unfinished relationship between Master and Chuanying a hundred years ago. "

Hua Jieyu yearned and asked, "Can the magician take Jieyu with him so that Jieyu can be a witness to history?"

Pang Ban laughed and said, "You really want to see Han Bai. I'm sorry, I arranged for you to go back to the Western Regions. Although I won't directly interfere with Ye Yu's affairs, I won't wreak havoc. You just go back to me forever." You are not allowed to set foot in the Central Plains again, otherwise I will never spare you."

Hua Jieyu said sadly: "Jieyu obeys the decree!"

But in the end, Hua Jieyu seemed to remember something: "The young master also said in the letter that Murong Fu has also appeared in the capital!"

"Oh, he's here too?"

Hearing this, Pang Ban's eyes were slightly surprised.

After a long time, Pang Ban said slowly: "It seems I have to go to the capital!"

Regardless of whether Ying Yuan is in the capital or not, with Murong Fu taking the initiative to appear in the capital, it has obviously broken the delicate balance between Ye Yu and the martial arts in the Central Plains.

Lang Fanyun, who was passively affected by the Nu Jiao Gang and the general trend of the world, and Murong Fu, who was free and unscrupulous in his actions, would be the most unstoppable enemy his disciple had ever encountered in his life!
(End of this chapter)