Everyone was talking about it, and saw that the brocade guard ran out of Shenhezhuang, and it seemed that he was unsuccessful, and then, the artillery was powerful again, and the entire Shenhezhuang was fine except for a few places, and most of the places were bombed into ruins.

At this time, the artillery fire stopped, and there was no one to be seen in Shenhezhuang.

Instead of continuing to fire, Shuming ordered the troops to go ashore and search for survivors.

Shuming led the team to the front, guarding against a surprise attack.

Bang, bang, in a ruin, the earth and rocks were lifted, Murong Fu crawled out of it, it was all over, the storm was also dead, the four ministers were all dead, Murong Clan's private soldiers were all dead, and he was seriously injured by the explosion.

Sitting on the ruins in confusion, Murong Fu looked around, in a mess. At this time, the sound of footsteps came to mind, Murong Fu looked at it, it was Jinyiwei, and he suddenly glared angrily, his eyes were bloodshot, and he stood up and rushed over, but with his strength, he was not Shu Ming's opponent even in his heyday, not to mention that he was seriously injured now, and he was thrown to the ground by Shu Ming in a few strokes, and then Shu Ming stepped on it, if he stepped on it, with Murong Fu's current state, he would die.

At this time, Shu Ming's ears moved, and he sensitively heard that there was a hidden weapon. At that time, he jumped and left the place, and then several darts appeared in the place where Shu Ming was standing.

The figure flashed, and a man dressed in black and masked with black cloth appeared next to Murong Fu.

Shuming stood still and said, "Murong Bo? ”

The man was stunned, and then slowly pulled down the black cloth, it was Murong Bo. Over the years, Murong Bo's hair and beard have all turned gray.

At this time, the martial arts people who were originally on the ship also landed and came here. Everyone was shocked when they saw Murong Bo, everyone present was a martial arts senior, most of them had seen Murong Bo, they just heard that he was not dead a few days ago, and they were still very surprised to see him again today.

Shaolin abbot Xuan Ci said: "Murong old donor, you are a descendant of Xianbei, the old man didn't think much about it back then, at this time, the old benefactor Murong is the one who conspired big, that day you fake the news, what you did was afraid that the battle of Yanmen Pass would cause the dispute between the Liao and Song dynasties, you Murong clan is good at fishing in troubled waters, I don't know what the old man said, right?" ”

"Haha, yes, my Murong clan is a Xianbei royal family, and for several generations, what I have done is to revive Dayan, but unfortunately the will of heaven is like this, and the old man's plan has no effect." Murong Bo sighed abruptly, his expression sad.

"If that's the case, Old Mr. Murong, you really shouldn't have caused so many killings for your own selfishness." Xuan Ci sighed again and again.

"It's you!" A voice came, and then a middle-aged man who looked very similar to Qiao Feng rushed over, and his fierce eyes suddenly fell on Murong Bo's body.

As soon as his face appeared, it immediately caused an uproar, the person who appeared in front of everyone at this moment was very familiar, and his appearance was almost the same as Qiao Feng, if he didn't look old, everyone would almost recognize him as Qiao Feng. The most shocked was Qiao Feng himself, he looked at the person in front of him, his heart was shocked, although he had been looking for him for many days, but suddenly saw that even Qiao Feng was a little overwhelmed, and couldn't help but exclaim: "Who are you?" "Xiao Yuanshan!"

"You, you're my father?" "Yes, the general appearance of our grandfather and son, you can see at a glance that I am your son!" Xiao Yuanshan sighed and said, "Feng'er, that day, your mother and I took you to your uncle's house to visit relatives, and when we walked outside the Yanmen Pass, more than a dozen Central Plains masters jumped out and killed your mother!" Da Song and Da Liao have always had a grudge, and it is not surprising that they fought each other, but they joined forces to ambush me, and they also killed your mother who doesn't know martial arts, Feng'er, you say, such a deep hatred, how can you not revenge! After a bloody battle, most of the Central Plains masters who ambushed had been killed by me on the spot, and the remaining few, Wang Jiantong, the leader of the beggar gang, died of illness, which was cheaper for him, and the other Zhiguang monks, Zhao Qiansong and others, they knew the identity of the leading brother, but they just refused to say it, it was really damned! Xiao Yuanshan was angry: "And the culprit of all this is him Murong Bo!" ”

"Of course it's me!" Murong Bo replied angrily.

"You and I have never been superior in several fights, but the old man doesn't know that you are the culprit behind the scenes! Today, it seems that life and death are bound to be separated! Xiao Yuanshan's tone was cold, and the murderous intent was raging. That's exactly how it should be! Murong Bo did not show weakness, and as soon as his body shook, he was ready to fight. Qiao Feng next to him naturally understood, "It turns out that you did all this, the revenge of killing your mother must be avenged, Murong old thief, suffer death!" He let out a long roar, his arm bent and shook, the dragon roared, and the majestic palm power came out, and at the same time, Xiao Yuanshan did not lag behind, one step out, volleyed his palms in the air, and the palm power was empty, as if there was nothing, but it shrouded a side of the world, which was the Shaolin palm.

"It's good to come, your father and son are together, what is the old man afraid of?" Murong Bo sneered and shot at the same time.

Murong Bo's skills can play a tie with Xiao Yuanshan at most, plus Qiao Feng Murong Bo suddenly called left and right and it was difficult to resist, plus the help of Shu Ming on the side, within a few rounds, Xiao Yuanshan seized the opportunity to slap the top of his head with a palm, and with a rush of internal force, Murong Bo suddenly couldn't die, Murong Fu, who was seriously injured, saw his father die tragically in front of his eyes, and suddenly didn't come up in one breath, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and he died.

Xiao Yuanshan slashed the murderer, looked up to the sky and laughed wildly, then lowered his head and cried, and finally, his eyes looked sideways at Shaolin Abbot Xuan Ci.

"Sir, today is not the day." Shu Ming stood in front of Xiao Yuanshan and said. The abbot of Shaolin was invited by Jinyiwei, if he died here, where would Jinyiwei's face go?

"You ,,," Xiao Yuanshan just said a word like a hand, and then remembered something, slowly put down his hand, and said, "Okay, for your sake." Then he said to Qiao Feng: "Feng'er, you and my father and son meet again today, you come with me, I have something to say to you." ”

Qiao Feng and his son left this place, and Shuming ordered the troops to search carefully to see if there were any rebels, and after the search was completed, they returned to the city.