The six masters of Dali shouted angrily in unison, the six people and ten fingers flicked, sneering, sixty sword qi fired together, densely and almost without dead ends, attacking the figure of the suspected Gu Mozhi, the sword qi was vertical and horizontal, fierce and fierce, instantly dissolved most of the palm power of Gu Mozhi, and shrouded his figure.

A white figure in white clothes and white hair turned into a white light, and his palm roared, striking towards a shirtless fat monk, but it was Tianshan Tong's grandmother who stepped in to help Su Can.

They all agreed, using the move of encircling Wei to save Zhao, and attacking with all their might, forcing the fat monk and Gu Mozhi to withdraw their strength to attack Su Can, and go all out to deal with the fierce attack.

Su Can saw that he only had Murong Bo as an opponent, so he breathed a sigh of relief, opened his mouth and spewed out a mouthful of blood arrows, completely dissolving the energy of Gu Mozhi and Zhu Keqing's invasion of the body through the air at the cost of extremely light internal injuries.

Su Can originally knew that Murong Bo's martial arts were unfathomable, but it was only when he faced the latter at this moment that he really felt the weirdness and horror of the other party's martial arts.

Murong Bo's palms shot down, as if Mount Tai was overpowering, making people breathless.

What's even more weird is that his palm power actually divided into a pulling force, draining all the air in front of Su Can, making the latter feel that there is no place to focus in front of him, and at the same time, there is a push force in his back, and the two forces pull and push, and together, Su Can has the urge to stagger forward and crash his body into the opponent's palm force.

Murong Bo's control of True Qi has reached the point of perfection, like a magician playing with True Qi.

This move alone is enough to prove that Murong Bo's cultivation strength is extremely close to the realm of a great grandmaster.

Su Can used the Northern Spiritual Skill behind his back, and he directly absorbed the two forces in the front and back of his body.

The strange feeling of pushing forward and backward dissipated immediately, and the cold energy entered the meridians, instantly rushing left and right, and wanted to shatter his meridians, Su Can struggled to resolve it with his own reckless skills, although the meridians were slightly damaged, but with the help of this true qi, the kicking of both feet was equal to the strength of two people, and they slammed towards Murong Bo.

This kind of desperate style of play obviously surprised Murong Bo.

Of course, if it weren't for Su Can's possession of the two major martial arts at the moment, his physique was far superior to that of ordinary people, and he had a lot of experience in strengthening the meridians and dissolving the true qi of different species, it would be impossible for the Northern Spiritual Skill to be so wonderful, and if he replaced others, he would have been seriously injured.

If it weren't for his incomparable combat experience and ruthlessness to himself, he would never have been able to do this.

Murong Bo saw that Su Can was extremely fierce, so he didn't dare to take the move in mid-air, so he hurriedly sank his true qi, and used a thousand catties of kung fu, his body fell to the ground suddenly, his feet were steady, and his palms came out together.

The palms of the two intersected in the air, and they were silent.

Su Can's palm power was surging with rage, and it was constantly trembling, and every time he trembled, it would increase by a heavier.

Murong Bo's palms were swallowing, contracting, and shaking that were difficult to distinguish with the naked eye, and the subtlety and subtlety reached the extreme, and it was with the transcendent Dou Zhuan Xing Shift that he dissolved Su Can's palm power.

The two of them faced each other out of thin air with their palms separated by a few feet, as if they were against an invisible wall at the same time, and the power canceled each other, although the force was violently agitated, but it was strangely even the sound was canceled out, formless, silent.

Murong Bo dissolved Su Can's trembling and increasing palm power......

One, two, three......

Like a huge wave crashing into ......

When it was finally time for the final ninth path, Murong Bo's face turned pale, and then he returned to normal, his body shook, and he shot backwards.

This last palm power, he finally couldn't completely dissolve, and had to retreat to dodge, and it seemed that he had suffered a little bit of a dark loss because of it.

Su Can also shook his figure and took half a step back.

Seeing this situation, Murong Bo's face only changed, and he didn't even spit out a mouthful of blood, and he couldn't help but admire the latter's strength extremely much.

But in any case, he can be regarded as having the upper hand, and Murong Bo's injury will not be lighter than the damage he suffered when he forcibly absorbed the opponent's strength into his body.

Su Can felt that the adventure just now was worth it.

Murong Bo was undecided, and suddenly a figure appeared out of thin air, flew up, and slammed into him with a turn in mid-air.

This person turned out to be Gu Mozhi who had been trapped in the six-person sword formation in Dali before!

Somehow, his strength suddenly increased at this moment, and he got out of the entanglement with the heavy sword qi of the Dali people in a flash, and he rose up with all his strength and slammed at Murong Bo, who seemed to have suffered a secret loss and had no time to breathe.

It's a one-hit stance!

The situation is weird!

At this moment, not only did Su Can stop and continue to pursue Murong Bo, but even Wang Yuyan, who flew over and planned to make a move towards Su Can, also stopped.

Even Tianshan Tong and Zhu Keqing, who were fighting against each other for a while, unconsciously slowed down their previous step-by-step moves, and paid attention to the situation of Murong Bo and Gu Mozhi.

There was a sneer, and Gu Mozhi slashed out the special move flame knife at the bottom of the box one after another in mid-air, and the invisible sword qi flew towards Murong Bo.

Everyone looked at Gu Mozhi's eyes, as if there was a flame burning, and the air temperature of the entire hall suddenly soared.

Murong Bo snorted coldly, and with a swipe of his hands, he dissolved the formless sword qi.

Haruma laughed and said, "Good! ”

Then he threw a punch towards Murong Bo without any tricks.

This simple punch fell in the eyes of everyone, it was simply extremely tragic, it seemed that the air was sharply compressed and fired by the power of his fist, and it was the first to hit Murong Bo like a cannonball.

Murong Bo's pupils contracted slightly, his expression was extremely solemn, and his palms slowly pushed out to greet him.

Su Can was also slightly shocked in his heart: "This monk's internal strength is so strong, this punch seems to be plain, but the strength contained in it seems to far surpass his flame knife, and it is not much worse than the superimposed power of my Eight Desolation and Liuhe Solitary Skill and the Pulp Washing Sutra......"

He couldn't help but think of an extremely powerful divine skill in Tantra.

Even the Yijin Sutra, which is known as the first internal strength treasure book of Tianlong, may not be as good as this exercise in terms of strength.

"Is that the exercise?"

There was a bang, his fists and palms intersected, Murong Bo's figure shook slightly, and a burst of blue air flashed on his face.

Gu Mozhi also took advantage of the situation to fly back into the air, and then turned backwards, only to be able to dissolve the opponent's strength, after standing still, he hugged his fist towards Murong Bo, and said with a smile: "I haven't seen you for many years, Mr. Mister's magic is better than the past, congratulations!" ”

He should have made an all-out attack on Murong Bo just now, but after the temptation, he immediately made a decision and dismissed the plan to take the opportunity to kill the other party, and greeted him affectionately as if he had seen a real old friend.