Gusu South Murong

The blue sky is as clear as a mirror!

Today's Shaoshi Mountain is destined to be extremely lively, and at this moment, there are countless people coming from all directions to gather towards the Shaolin School gate on the top of Shaoshi Mountain, because inside the Shaolin School gate, a hero meeting is being held!

At this moment, there was a sudden shaking in a quiet dense forest at the foot of Shaoshi Mountain, and immediately two figures flashed out, and after the two figures appeared, not long after, several more figures appeared on the two sides Behind the people, at the end, there are many densely packed figures behind these figures. These people all hold shining long swords in their hands, reflecting a cold luster under the sunlight.

The two figures in the lead were suspended on the same tree branch, and the other figures scattered scattered and surrounded the two of them. It was obvious that the two in front of them were the leaders, and they looked at Shaoshi Mountain cautiously and carefully.

The faces of these people are slightly dusty, and they are Xi Feng and others who came from Mingjiao non-stop all the way. During this time, they almost boosted their horsepower, and there was little time in the middle, and even if they rushed like this , also just arrived at Shaoshi Mountain at this moment.

Lan Qing looked at Xi Feng, smiled wryly and said, "Xi Zuo Envoy, do you think the leader will blame us for making our own decisions?"

"I don't know if the Heroes Conference has started yet?" Hearing what Lan Qing said in a low voice, Xi Feng pondered for a while, and said, "It doesn't matter, if the Murong leader encounters an accident at this moment, wouldn't my Mingjiao Another group of dragons without a leader? If Master Murong really wants to blame him, I, Xifeng, will bear the burden together!"

Hearing this, Xifeng's four sect masters of Heaven, Earth, Wind and Thunder all agreed: "The Zuo Envoy is right. Murong Hierarch has something to do. Could it be that my Ming Sect brothers can turn a blind eye? If Murong Hierarch has a loss. Our Ming Cult has tried our best, and we have to wash his Shaolin sect with blood!"

Xi Feng turned his head to the four sect masters and scolded: "Remember, we went up the mountain to protect the sect master's safety. If the sect master Murong hadn't spoken, we would never fight with fellow martial artists unless we had to."

"The purpose of the Mingjiao is to never intervene in the affairs of the martial arts. Our enemies are not the same people in the martial arts. They are people in the court. At this moment, Ye Youshi leads the three kings and five scattered people to sit at Guangmingding, just to prevent Li Xian from being old. The dog is attacking again, everyone, don't say such angry words again!"

At the beginning, Murong Longcheng became the eighth leader of the Mingjiao, Zhong Yan. While he was committed to the revival of Dayan, he set up religious rules, not to appear in front of fellow Jianghu, let alone kill fellow Jianghu for no reason. , are extremely low-key.In fact, few people in the Jianghu know what Mingjiao is.

If it weren't for Mingjiao masters, they would never show up in the arena.All their energy has been spent in dealing with the imperial court. With their strength, how can they be unknown in the arena?

"Yes, follow the orders of the Zuo Envoy!" Xi Feng, as the number one person in power under the head of the Ming Cult, naturally had a lot of weight in what he said, and everyone straightened their faces and said in unison.

The orderly shouts sounded at the foot of Shaoshi Mountain, and immediately Xi Feng's figure rushed out first, his movement was like a sharp sword soaring into the sky, the sword energy burst forth, and no one was seen. Wherever he passed, the lingering sword energy lingered for a long time, and Lan Qing beside him also followed up abruptly. With the help of a gust of wind, his figure floated in mid-air, and immediately followed the Xifeng in front of him like catkins in the wind.

After the two passed by, Xifeng's four sect masters of Heaven, Earth, Wind, and Thunder looked at each other, and then greeted the disciples of the four sects behind him: "Brothers and I will follow Zuo Shi and go to Shaolin School!" After finishing speaking, they rushed towards Shaoshi Mountain with a tacit understanding, and their destination was naturally the Shaolin sect gate on the top of the mountain.

At the same time when all the Mingjiao people were rushing to the Shaolin School, the Shaolin School Square was full of wind and clouds, and it was very lively!

After hearing Murong Fu's words, Xuan Ci frowned. He never expected that this Murong Fu would have such an aloof side. Although Gusu Nan Murong's name was extremely resounding, how could Xuan Ci not know about it? It's just the great reputation created by his ancestors of the Murong family in Gusu.

Regarding Murong Fu, although Xuan Ci also had some fears, he still believed that Murong Fu was limited by his age, and he was determined not to master the unique knowledge passed down in his family, but he did not expect that Murong Fu would dare to single-handedly challenge the centuries-old Shaolin School.

After all, if he and the disciples of the Shaolin School really acted together, the implications would be too huge. After all, it would suppress the Shaolin School's century-old reputation, and even Xuanci's courage as the head of the sect would not be enough. Dare to make decisions easily.

Xuanci took a breath slowly, and the deep voice, like a thunderous sound, resounded in the ears of all the people: "Murong Benefactor, don't need to say too much, my Shaolin sect will never do more to bully the less Thing, since Master Murong has this confidence, let me first come to experience Master Murong's demeanor of 'returning others in the same way'!"

After hearing Xuanci's words, Murong Fu's expression was like an ancient well, without any waves, and he softly uttered a word: "Please!"

"Abbot Xuanci had a good relationship with the master in the past. I remember that the master said that his favorite skills are the Shaolin 72 unique skills of the Great Vajra Palm, the Kasaya Demon-Curbing Skill and the Prajna Palm. My son, be careful!" Deng Baichuan took a step forward, facing Murong Fu whispered in his ear.

Hearing this, Murong Fu was startled, and then nodded with a smile, knowing that Deng Baichuan was worried about him, but he didn't know that Murong Fu's gong power had already reached a high level, and he was not at all Xuan Ci who had never even stepped into the ranks of top experts. Comparable, however, Deng Baichuan was a little surprised that Xuanci was actually practicing the Prajna Palm and Great Vajra Palm as he said.

With Murong Fu's current knowledge of martial arts, with a little listening, he can guess why Xuanci is still in the realm of first-class masters in the Jianghu, and has never stepped into the ranks of top masters.

Da Vajra Palm, the internal force is a strong way, but he is quite ambitious, the most profound palm technique of Buddhism, the Prajna Palm, the Prajna Palm is exquisite, but it is a gentle way.

One must know that the Prajna Palm and the Great Vajra Palm are firm and soft, and with Xuanci's cultivation, it is absolutely impossible to achieve both hardness and softness. Presumably this is the barrier in martial arts that prevents Xuanci from stepping into the ranks of top masters.

Xuanci stepped on the soles of his feet, and under the gazes of countless people around him, he jumped up, and then lightly landed in the center of the square, raised his eyes slightly, folded his hands together and said, "Amitabha!"

Murong Fu knew that Xuanci was urging himself, so he didn't think about it anymore, he held the Divine Sword of Protecting the Nation with his left hand, felt the trembling from the scabbard, and said softly: "Are you impatient too?" , the figure suddenly flashed out.

As Murong Fu's feet landed in the center of the square, the atmosphere between the two gradually became tense, and anyone could feel the tense confrontation in the arena.

Xuanci suddenly said: "Amitabha, sin, sin!" As soon as the eight characters were spoken, his figure suddenly flew up, and the cassock fluttered behind him, but the edge of the cassock kept wandering, whirring, carrying strong internal force The red cassock, the speed is extremely terrifying, in just a flash, it walked out in front of Murong Fu!

His kung fu is one of the 72 unique skills of Shaolin Temple, it is called "Cassock Subduing Demons Kung Fu", and all his attacks are on the cassock on his body.

For hundreds of years, the Shaolin sect has regarded martial arts as the school of the world, how can they not use their fists and feet? Injury or self-protection, when practiced to the extreme, it is chic and comfortable, you can talk and laugh with your mouth, and raise your robe to perform kung fu without revealing your true energy.

And the most important thing is, once it is used, its appearance is extremely elegant, it really looks like a Buddhist monk when used by Abbot Xuanci of Shaolin, but unfortunately, he really thinks too highly of himself, and also underestimates Murong Fu!

Seeing that Xuanci made the first move, Murong Fu didn't care too much, he smiled indifferently, and with a flick of the National Protecting Sword in his hand, the sword came out of its sheath!

choke!

There was a melodious clang sound, and the gorgeous silver-white sword body came out suddenly, and the blade was unsheathed like a pool of autumn water. There was a burst of chill, and the blade was extremely sharp. During Murong Fu's internal energy, the purple sword glow suddenly flashed.

Xuanci's cassock is sharp and violent, and the two completely different attack methods are perfectly combined at this moment. The red cassock, while spinning, is full of inner strength, and suddenly shoots out like an arrow. , and shot fiercely at Murong Fu's direction.

Facing these internal energies, Murong Fu's eyes were like lightning, and he stepped on his feet. The sword light in his hand carried the meaning of invincibility, but aimed at the direction where these internal energies came from, stabbing out precisely and accurately, The moment the glow intertwined with the inner strength, the glow of the sword on Murong Fu's National Guard Sword also made the cold hairs of Xuanci who activated the cassock's Demon Subduing Kung Fu stand on end.

Sure enough, in an instant, Murong Fu's sword glow, with the most violent posture, counteracted the inner strength of Xuanci's cassock's demon-subduing kung fu, a slight smile appeared on the corner of Murong Fu's mouth, the sword glow straightened out, and the Nation Protecting Sword was once again held forward Immediately, Xuanci inside the cassock also let out a muffled shout, and immediately his face remained unchanged, his right arm shook the cassock violently, like a boa constrictor with spirituality, he quickly turned around and shot straight at Murong Fu's back back.

Murong Fu felt the sound of the wind blowing behind him, and instantly stabilized his mind. With a movement of his toes, his figure slid several meters away to the right. "Chi!" With the sword light in his hand chopping, the sword light flashed, and it was straight at Xuanci's cassock!

Although Xuanci's cassock seems to be made of ordinary cloth, under the urging of its internal force, there is a faint feeling of hardness. It is not like cloth, but more like some kind of strange metal Breaking a boulder is no problem at all, if it is touched by an ordinary first-class expert, I am afraid that blood will inevitably be seen, but under Murong Fu's terrifying sword light, Xuan Ci dare not fight recklessly no matter what.

Xuanci made the cassock so violent that there was a faint sound of gold and iron, but when Murong Fu's sword light came, the cassock changed direction abruptly and moved a certain distance at this moment.

Xuanci also took advantage of the situation and floated a few meters away, then looked at the ground where he had just stopped, a look of astonishment flashed across Xuanci's face, it turned out that the sword light in Murong Fu's hand had scratched a few inches deep there, A terrifying sword mark about three feet long... (to be continued...)