Start with Tianlong Murong family, fight against the heavens

Chapter 26 Boss Qiao, please save me!

[The Murong family's inherited sword technique is the art of controlling the sword! ]

Murong Ji was surprised and delighted at the same time. It was the art of wielding a sword!
When he saw the swordsmanship of the Murong family, he felt it was weird! Wasn't it because of this that he had always wanted to practice swordsmanship? !
Swordsmanship!
The Murong family swordsmanship is an expansion of the sword-controlling technique. No wonder it can be continuous!
This move really frightened and shocked him. If Murong Ji had brought a sword, he would probably be dead by now.

Thinking back carefully, from the time they started fighting until now, Murong Fu had had more than one or two chances to kill him, but he held back every time.

Before he could think too much, Murong Fu had already caught up.

"Brother, how about this idea of ​​mine? Come back with me and serve as a general in the Western Army of the Song Dynasty. I will help you build your career and find a chance to destroy Xixia and rebuild the Great Yan Kingdom. Isn't that good?"

Murong Ji ignored him and just tried to escape!

Murong Fu was not in a hurry either, and hung behind him not too far away.

The two men ran and chased each other for three days, and Murong Fu's patience was still inexhaustible.

He was wasting time, just like training an eagle, trying to wear down Murong Ji's temper.

Murong Ji was indeed a little overwhelmed.

I feel listless and have not had much rest for three days. I feel really uncomfortable.

Standing on the top of the mountain, he glanced at Murong Fu who was not far away. In the past three days, the two had fought each other no less than ten times, and Murong Ji lost every time.

At the beginning, with the help of Xingyiquan and Bajiquan, he was able to break through his defense unexpectedly.

Now it’s no longer possible. Murong Fu has a very good learning ability. In three days, he has learned most of the two boxing styles.

He once thought of using Xiao Wuxiang Gong to imitate the sword-controlling technique, but to Murong Ji's surprise, it didn't work!
However, Murong Ji did not gain nothing. His fighting power increased greatly! His skills also increased greatly.

However, Murong Fu was too familiar with his basic skills. Both the Dou Zhuan Xing Yi and the Murong family's sword-wielding skills were much stronger than his own.

With the help of Xiao Wuxiang Gong, he was able to keep up with Murong Fu's complex and varied moves and attacks.

But he really had no way to deal with the sword-wielding technique, it was too fast!

Murong Ji glanced down the mountain and his pupils shrank. Is that a disciple of the Beggars' Sect? !

【Qiao Feng! 】

He was delighted and quickly looked for Qiao Feng, but he didn't see him.

He glanced at Murong Fu, then jumped off the cliff, and soared into the air with his lightness skills, like a flying bird, and came in front of the Beggar Gang disciple.

He asked directly, "Has your Beggars' Sect's Brother Qiao Feng arrived?"

The Beggar Gang disciple was startled and subconsciously became alert. Murong Ji looked back and saw that his adopted elder brother was standing on the cliff looking at him.

"Brother Qiao and I are old acquaintances, don't worry. I haven't seen him for a long time, and I miss him a little."

The disciple let down his guard a little, "Captain Qiao is in the back, if you want to see him, go find him."

Murong Ji clasped his fists and said, "Thank you very much!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Murong Ji used his lightness skills to rush towards the back of the official road.

Murong Fu on the top of the cliff sneered. If he couldn't win, he would ask for help? Who would care? In the clan, the legitimate line would eat the collateral line, and the legitimate offspring would eat the illegitimate offspring, and they would eat each other until death.

No one will care.

Murong Ji had not walked far when he saw a large group of people in front of him. From a distance, he saw Qiao Feng riding on a horse.

At this time, Qiao Feng was only about 25 years old, still very young. His aura and spirit were in a state of passion. He was somewhat stable, but not too much.

Murong Fu knew Qiao Feng, and the slogan "Murong in the South, Qiao Feng in the North" had already taken shape. At this time, he was the representative of the new generation of martial arts.

The moment he saw the Beggars' Sect's men, Murong Fu knew what his younger brother was planning.

Murong Ji looked back. At this moment, Murong Fu's light Kung Fu skills were extremely fast. He swooped down with a palm like an eagle striking the sky, with the intention of capturing Murong Ji in one fell swoop.

Murong Ji was stunned! Could the Murong family's Qinggong be so smooth?! This one move alone was enough to gain a great reputation in the martial arts world!

Seeing that he was about to be captured, Murong Ji shouted in a hurry: "Brother Qiao, help me!"

The internal force was activated, and the sound spread in all directions, rumbling.

As soon as the words fell, Murong Fu's voice rang out: "This is my Murong family's family affair, I don't know who dares to meddle in this business!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he was already behind Murong Ji.

Murong Ji tried hard to calm himself down. When he noticed someone behind him, he suddenly struck out with the Palm of Great Compassion.

Murong Fu snorted coldly. Over the past three days, his patience had gradually run out!
My brother is stubborn! It took him a lot of effort. Even if he is angry, he should calm down after playing with him for so long!

[It seems like it's time to teach him a lesson! ]

The passage of time passed, and the Palm of Great Compassion and Great Mercy was directly hit back.

Murong Ji was quick and agile, and he counterattacked and followed up with another palm strike.

He used up almost all his strength, betting that Qiao Feng would take action!

Looking at Murong Fu, he took the two palm prints and then punched him, this time with great ruthlessness.

Murong Ji's heart was pounding. If he was hit hard, he would definitely be seriously injured!
"Ouch!"

Murong Ji felt as if there was a force of air enveloping him, pulling him backwards suddenly at a very fast speed.

Murong Fu's punch missed, his face gloomy, he looked up at Qiao Feng who was riding on the horse, and fell to the ground.

"Are the Beggars' Sect sure they want to get involved in my Murong family's affairs?!"

When Murong Ji came to his senses, he found that Qiao Feng had already grasped his fate by the scruff of the neck, so he placed himself next to the horse.

After he stood firm, he heard Qiao Feng say, "Since we are all family, why did you have to be so cruel? If that punch had landed, he would have been seriously injured if not killed."

Murong Fu looked a little unhappy, but he still maintained his composure, clasped his fists and said, "Haha, I'm sorry to trouble this brother. My brother has a bad character."

"During the past few years, he has done nothing but shameful things that have brought disgrace upon our family! Today I am arresting him and bringing him back for trial!"

Qiao Feng's gaze suddenly became sharp, and he looked down at Murong Ji with full scrutiny.

Murong Ji snorted coldly, "You really just say it out loud! Murong Fu! Tell me what evil thing I have done!"

Murong Fu looked calm, confident of victory. "My fellow Beggars' Sect brothers, please bear witness to the murder of the entire family in Dongping Prefecture, the rape and murder in Yingtian Prefecture, the robbery in Shunchang Prefecture..."

The corner of Murong Ji's mouth twitched. He really was a rumormonger!
"You are so straightforward, Murong Fu! I have been practicing with my master in the past few years, in Tiantai and Chengtian Temple! My whereabouts can be found out with just a search! What you said is really ridiculous!"

Murong Ji suddenly remembered, sneered, and said: "Murong Fu, when the Dongping Mansion massacre happened, guess where I was?"

(End of this chapter)