Murong Fu: I have already become an immortal, so why should I return to my country?

Oriental white.

This one-eyed, one-armed guy.

He has been in seclusion at Yanziwu for nearly two years and has realized the sword intention.

Even so, his current martial arts achievements may not be able to compete with the Great Joyful Female Bodhisattva.

But the problem is that the sword in his hand has been replaced by the Yitian Sword.

Lu Miaozi and others felt that the Dragon Sword and Heavenly Sword were nothing special.

So Nian Liandan’s dark iron heavy sword weighing 380 kilograms was melted down and recast into nine magic weapons: three of them were swords.

They are Yitian, Qingzhi and Qixing.

Among them, Yitian Sword was awarded to Dongfang Bai by Murong Fu.

Such an indestructible divine weapon can just restrain the monster-like body of the Great Joy Bodhisattva.

“Can’t Kou Zhong do it?”

Relatively speaking, Lu Xiaojia prefers to partner with Kou Zhong

“”763” because Kou Zhong is fun-loving and straightforward.

He is much easier to talk to.

“Yes, yes.”

Murong Fu replied:”But he has to practice sword skills hard recently to prepare for a battle with the left swordsman, so he probably doesn’t have time to wander around with you.”

Kou Zhong probably can’t defeat the Great Joyous Bodhisattva.

But his extraordinary strategic awareness can make up for it a lot.

“Oh well.”

Lu Xiaojia nodded, already making a decision in her heart.

Murong Fu then reminded emphatically:”You are purely supporting this time, you can’t show off your strength. Otherwise, my distant water cannot save your near fire.”

“Please rest assured, sir”

“Xiaojia also has a fight with Jing Wuming and will not waste his life at will.”

Lu Xiaojia responded decisively.

Murongfu waved.

Lu Xiaojia also knew that she could no longer be a light bulb, so she decisively said goodbye and left.

“Why……”

“You kid don’t know what you’ve lost.”

Murong Fu looked at Lu Xiaojia’s disappearing figure, feeling a little regretful in his heart.

Now Lu Xiaojia has initially touched the realm of sword intention. As long as he can stay here and let Murong Fu guide him for a while, he will catch up with Yang Guo sooner or later. It’s a pity that he is delayed again.

I’m afraid it will be delayed for several months, or even half a year.

******

On a deserted road in the mountains.

A prison van parked in the middle of the valley.

Long Xiaoyun and others joined forces to fight the flying swordsman A Fei.

Ah Fei’s sword was too fast back then.

Soon, Long Xiaoyun and more than a dozen people surrounded him, but all of them were injured. quickly.

Following Ah Fei’s strange sword move that went against the common sense of martial arts, Long Xiaoyun’s blood splattered and he left the scene with hatred.

The two old monks guarding the prison car finally took action.

They are eminent monks sent by Shaolin Temple to support them.

Their Dharma names are Heart Candle and Heart Lamp respectively.

He is a very senior monk of the Xinzi generation in the Shaolin Temple, and his status is equivalent to that of the ordinary Xuanzi generation in Northern Shaolin.

Although they are not well-known in the world, as two of the seven remaining eminent monks of the Shaolin Temple, they have pure cultivation that far exceeds that of ordinary martial arts masters.

A palm shot out like thunder.

A point is like a flying sword.

Under the combined attack from left and right, A Fei’s fast sword was also shaken away.

Coupled with the huge power gap, A Fei could only avoid the edge temporarily. then.

The candle in the heart holds the sword, the lamp in the heart holds the sword.

The two of them forced A Fei together with their wonderful combination of left and right skills.

Ah Fei knows how sharp his opponent is.

For a moment the sword shined like a needle.

The sword energy surged for a moment.

A strange and evil moment.

After changing the sword moves of the three styles in succession, they were still barely evenly matched.

If it were the old Ah Fei.

If I hadn’t been sparring with Lu Xiaojia for several months.

Ah Fei is probably defeated now

“Bodhidharma swordsmanship!”

“Wood-burning knife technique!”

“good!”

A Fei realized that he had met the top master of Shaolin.

The sword light began to become faster and more complex.

The swallowing sword light exuded a fatal murderous intention.

This murderous intention was closely linked and continuous.

Once someone If a flaw is exposed, death is inevitable.

However, Xinzhu and Xindeng still use the same swordsmanship, and the two people can still defend it without leakage.

“about there.”

Shangguan Jinhong saw this and shook his head.

Behind him stood Jing Wuming.

Their movements were the same, and even their shadows were tilted at the same angle.

“Ah Fei is doomed to fail.”

Shangguan Jinhong sighed:”Everyone in the world thinks that Xinzhu and Xindeng are just behind their skills, but they don’t know that they are also qualified to enter the weapon spectrum.”… ”

In the eyes of Shangguan Jinhong, he is a master of weapons.

At least he had to be at the level of Zhuge Gang who had swept through thousands of armies to be worthy of his wooing.

And Ah Fei has such qualifications.

So he appears here.

He planned to sell A Fei a favor at the critical moment.

But now it seems that A Fei’s feelings for Li Xun Huan exceed the value of wooing him

“It really deserves to be the Shaolin Temple.”

“Just one Southern Shaolin, just two eminent monks of the Xinzi generation, have such strength.”

Shangguan Jinhong’s eyes are full of fear.

His target is the entire world.

He is a great martial arts master.

So Shaolin Temple is an opponent that must be faced.

But now it seems that their money gang is still too weak.

Shaolin Temple is simply insurmountable. The mountains

“Let’s go”

“There’s no point in staying here.”

Shangguan Jinhong turned around and left.

Jing Wuming didn’t reply, just followed silently.

What’s strange is that the footsteps and footprints of the two of them walked together.

Just like people and shadows, they have a tacit understanding and weirdness.

On the other side.

The battle also came to an end.

A Fei’s sword light was like a sudden rain, and the cold sword energy actually froze the breathing of the two masters Xin Zhu and Xin Deng.

However, they still went their own way. The heavy rain was unmoved, and all the sword light and sword energy were shattered.

At the same moment, the flying needle rushed out, but he still paid.

He was injured. He was attacked by this shameless hidden weapon, the flying needle.

He didn’t know if the flying needle was poisonous, but if he wanted to rescue Li Xunhuan, he had to make sure that he was safe.

Otherwise, he would Not to save people, but to die.

“Amitabha.”

Xinzhu and Xindeng sighed.

Because the person who launched the sneak attack was the famous Long Xiaoyun who claimed to be upright.