Zongwu: Two Thousand Years Later, I Will Be the Emperor of Heaven!

　　"Master, let's go!"

　　Deng Baichuan and Gong Yegan saw this scene, and even if they couldn't see anything, they were still very tacit, grabbing Murong Fu's arm and escaping into the distance.

　　"Brother Deng, second brother Gongye, what are you doing?"

　　The Four Great Families will be closely related to the Murong family, and Murong Fu naturally will not fortify them.Unexpectedly, the pipa bones were restrained, and Murong Fu's martial arts were better than Deng Baichuan and Gong Yegan, but they couldn't help but get out of the way and roared.

　　"Master, this is the master's order." Using the boundless dust to cover his whereabouts, Deng Baichuan fled in one direction and replied with closed eyes.

　　Gong Yegan took over the words, "Master said, let us take you away while we can!"

　　"No, I want to stay."

　　"You two, let me go!"

　　"Dad, don't leave the baby!"

　　……

　　The pipa bones of the martial arts practitioners were controlled, and most of their abilities were lost. No matter how much Murong Fu struggled, Deng Baichuan and Gong Yegan would not let him go.

　　"Chase!"

　　Although he couldn't see anything clearly, Ying Yu's subordinates were not deaf. Hearing that Murong Fu and the others were about to flee, Gu Xichao subconsciously wanted to chase after him.

　　"No one is allowed to chase!"

　　In the gradually dissipating smoke and dust, Wang Yuyan's delicate but firm words sounded.The lady Wang took out a dagger and placed it on her neck as white as a swan.

　　"The pavilion master of Tiandao is this girl's great-uncle and grandfather. If anyone dares to chase my cousin, I will commit suicide immediately. Let's see who can explain to the pavilion master. My aunt will not let you go!"

　　This?

　　When Wang Yuyan pulled out her relationship with Ying Yu and even her aunt, Gu Xichao and the others all stopped and failed to catch up in time.

　　After such a delay, the smoke and dust in the sky had already fallen, and as far as I could see, Murong Fu and the other three disappeared, and there were potholes all over the four fields.

　　More than a hundred feet away, a large and small mound was also razed to the ground, leaving only a large area of ​​soft loess.

　　As for the thousands of bandits brought by Murongbo and his son, those who died were either buried in loess, or their bodies were dismembered after death.Even if some people didn't die, they couldn't stand the shock and lost their lives.

　　At the very center, Ying Yu and Murong Bo were far apart.

　　Well!

　　Even with all his strength, Murong Bo's thin mouth still oozes blood, and his chest rises and falls slightly.

　　In the battle of masters, skill is an important factor in determining the outcome, but it is never the only condition.Regardless of martial arts, Ying Yu has more experience than Murong Bo. In addition, Murong Bo has suffered a crushing defeat today, his momentum has greatly declined, and he has lost his spirit.

　　Under the impression of multiple factors, even if Ying Yu did not use the Heavenly Emperor's Dharma Body, which was extremely powerful, but which was extremely depleting, he was not Ying Yu's opponent.

　　"' 〃 Come again!"

　　Murong Fu fled, the cooked duck flew away, Ying Yu's expression was as usual.

　　As soon as he reached out and grabbed it, a sword made of fine iron fell into his hand, and with the sword in his hand, he showed the magnanimity of Yuan Ting Yue Zhi's martial arts master.

　　With the sword raised high, Murong Bo felt locked.

　　Even if Ying Yu had not yet used his sword, Murong Bo could still be sure that the pavilion master of Tiandao Pavilion in front of him possessed a superb swordsmanship.

　　"Pick up the old man's Dragon City swordsmanship!"

　　Murong Bo did not take the sword from the ground, but the sword fingers of his right hand were close together to refer to the sword.

　　Every swordsman knows that the highest realm of kendo is the unity of the human and the sword, without a sword in the hand, and the sword qi can be stimulated at will.

　　If Ying Yu had encountered the sword demon Dugu Qiuqiu, and the unknown people who had not met, all of them could do this.

　　Murong Bo, in terms of martial arts, swordsmanship, and internal strength, is quite different from these people. He uses the sword as a reference. A little blood drips from his fingertips, and falls on the lustrous sword transformed by the invisible sword energy, like a blood sword. .

　　Hey!

　　When his beloved son escaped, Murong Bo knew that Ying Yu would never let him go, so he decided to burn all the jade and stone, and break the cauldron and sink the boat.

　　Fingers and swords are raised lightly, and the whole person is divided into dozens of ways, and they use the sword moves in the Dragon City swordsmanship respectively. In each sword move, dozens of moves are derived.

　　It was as if hundreds of swordsmen with a high level of cultivation were attacking Ying Yu together, cooperating with each other, which can be described as seamless, endless sword energy locked Ying Yu firmly, there was no way to hide, there was no way to avoid it! .

Chapter 105

　　Thirty miles away.

　　Ruthless, iron-handed, life-chasing, and cold-blooded, the hills where the four famous hunters survived, there were cracks and cracks that could collapse at any time.

　　The four famous arresters could only come down, at a distance of thirty miles. With the skills of the four famous arrests, they sensed the terrifying power coming from afar.

　　The four fields are even more chaotic with birds and beasts.

　　"What a good Gusu Murong clan head, even if his martial arts are not as good as Shishu's, I'm afraid he is only inferior."

　　Cui Lueshang sighed with emotion.

　　"Wrong!" Ru Qing denied the life-chasing statement without hesitation, "Although Murongbo's martial arts are strong, he is really good at Uncle Shang, I don't think he can pick up Uncle Shi's ten moves, or even Uncle Shi can kill him with one move. !"

　　This girl, who was pulled by Zhuge Shenhou, was full of admiration for Zhuge Zheng I.

　　This?

　　The iron hand, the chasing life, and the cold-blooded three imagined it for a while, and had to admit that ruthless words were not bad.

　　Amazing shot, who can match?

　　Even the sad little arrow of Yuan Shisan, in their opinion, is not as good as the stunning shot of Marquis Zhuge.

　　………………

　　"The beginning of heaven!"

　　Murong Bo simplified the complexity, and the seventh level of Douzhuanxingxingyi's magic art - Beidou Yichen, promoted it to the extreme, and matched it with the Dragon City swordsmanship also created by Murong Longcheng, such as hundreds of people besieging Ying Yu.

　　This move, even those of the loose person Ning Daoqi, the sword master Fu Cailin, and the king of the world, Li Chenzhou, should be afraid of three points.

　　However, Murong Bo's opponent is Ying Yu, who has counted thousands of years of history in China, the unique Emperor Qin, the future Emperor of Heaven!

　　Using a Qingfeng instead of the Heavenly Sword, with Ying Yu's sword in hand, the supreme Daluo Heavenly Divine Art was cut out in the first style.

　　Zizizi!

　　The Dragon City swordsmanship that Murong Bo used with all his strength, with the mystery of the seven stars, was like the king of the stars, but facing Ying Yu's sword, it was only the light of Yingzhu.

　　Under the sword of Qingfeng, a mysterious and impermanent aura circulated, and as its name suggests, it seemed to evoke the heavenly way.

　　All the phantoms that Murong Bo transformed into vanished.

　　hum!hum!hum!

　　The weapons scattered all over the ground trembled slightly, and even Murong Qiudi, Gu Xichao and the others who were watching the battle from the side, also had a hint of surrender.

　　Click!

　　An ordinary three-footed Qingfeng could not carry the domineering power of the Supreme Daluotian Divine Art. Ying Yu's move was only halfway through, and cracks appeared on the body of Xueliang's sword.

　　not good!

　　Murong Bo was defeated by Ying Yu's trick - the beginning of Heaven's Dao, and the desperate Dragon City Swordsmanship.

　　Hundreds of phantoms dissipated, and Murong Bo's real body reappeared.

　　A wisp of leaked sword intent landed behind Murong Bo, leaving a terrifying sword mark on the ground full of potholes, which spread straight out.

　　This trace, like the arrival of the gods, marked the earth with excellent means.

　　As soon as Ying Yu drew out his sword, he forced Murong Bo to the point where he was unable to dodge and was in a dilemma.

　　"what!"

　　The blade of Ying Yu's sword fell into Murong Bo's eyes, bringing him unspeakable terrifying pressure, and in the mellow mind of the great master, the seeds of invincible fear were planted.

　　At the threshold of life and death, in order to keep the last trace of dignity, Murong Bo used the Qi sword made of condensed Qi to meet Ying Yu's sword.

　　Hey!

　　The two swords intersected, Ying Yu came out with the general trend of heaven and earth, and Murong Bo was fighting to the death.

　　At the moment when the qi sword and the iron sword collided, behind Ying Yu's slender body, condensed qi became a form, and a mind became a god, and a golden dragon appeared.

　　The mere human world is only a corner of the world compared to the Three Realms, how can I accommodate me?

　　The [-]-foot-long golden dragon is full of scales and claws, lifelike, and the dragon scales are carved with complicated patterns, as if the legendary real dragon really came.

　　Under the manipulation of a wisp of thoughts separated by Ying Yu, Jinlong met the phantom of the Big Dipper floating around Murong Bo.

　　Bang!

　　Although the Big Dipper is strong, it is not enough to see a real dragon. The thirty-foot-long golden dragon opened its bloody mouth and swallowed the seven stars one by one.

　　The Big Dipper is not only a part of Murong Bo's skill, but to a certain extent, it is the sustenance of his thoughts.

　　Crackling!

　　The seven stars were completely damaged, and Murong Bo's bones cracked, and the qi sword condensed on his fingers couldn't hold it any longer.

　　Ying Yu's sword move, which explained the mystery of heaven, fell on the top of Murong Bo's head, and the strong skull could not stop his sword.

　　In less than a breath, a bright blood-red mark appeared from Murong Bo's forehead to his lower body.

　　Drops of blood were also dripping on the Qingfeng sword, and the sword body was broken into countless pieces, which were scattered all over the place.

　　Ying Yu threw away the empty hilt, and with a slight trembling in her snow-white suit, she turned and walked towards Murong Qiudi and the others.

　　Behind him, Murong Bo's body fell to the ground, and it happened to fall into a pit with a radius of one zhang. The surrounding sand was splashed and buried his body.

　　At this time, if someone pulled out this humble tomb, they would surely find that Murong Bo's body was neatly divided into two parts, even the internal organs in his chest were no exception.

　　"Uncle!"

　　Wang Yuyan, who put the dagger on her snow-white neck, saw this scene, her eyes widened, and her tears couldn't stop flowing down.

　　Tears dripped down the cheeks of Qingli Jade, and the pear blossoms brought rain.

　　"If you want to die, even if you die, no one will stop you."

　　Murong Bo's living subordinates either died in the aftermath of the fight between Ying Yu and Murong Bo, or they were taken care of by Gu Xichao.