Murong Fu looked at Mo Chen's sword intent rising into the sky, a faint smile appeared on his face, and he said softly: "The poor monk had an adventure in his early years, obtained the supreme mastery of the three-style Buddhism, and asked the Taoist master to taste it. ”

If the Divine Palm Heavenly Buddha descends!

Murong Fu's eyes were slightly closed, and he sat cross-legged directly in the void. He pinched the Dharma seal in his hand, and an immeasurable amount of Buddha light rose from his body, like the sun falling into the world, exuding endless golden light.

The golden light of the Buddha converged, forming a ten-zhang Buddha behind him!

The Buddha is lifelike, exuding a majestic power like the sun, which makes people dare not look directly. The Buddha opened his bright golden eyes, stared at Mo Chen below, and slowly stretched out his huge palm, which was like a door panel.

The huge golden Buddha's palm pressed down, like Mount Tai pressing on the top, and before it fell on everyone, the terrible wind had already made the ground sink an inch deep. On the hard mountain road, a palm print about the size of two zhang was formed.

Mo Chen looked at the Buddha, the corners of his eyes twitching slightly.

This is definitely not the martial arts of the Condor World, at least in the series of Jin Yong's world, there has never been any mention of such a terrifying martial arts.

What did Murong Fu go through back then, and why did he get a terrible mastery that was not in this world?

Mo Chen was puzzled, but he didn't have the slightest worry. He pointed his finger into a sword and slashed at the Buddha who looked like Mount Tai was overpowering.

A ten-zhang sword intent manifested out of thin air in the sky, like a sharp divine soldier falling from the sky, slashing towards the huge golden body of the Buddha.

Murong Fu's expression was calm, and the huge Buddha palm was lifted upward, intending to directly collide with Mo Chen's sword intent.

"Sonorous!"

The two collided in mid-air, making a huge metal crashing sound, and the terrifying energy was like a missile exploding, forming an obvious shock wave.

The shock wave swept like a tsunami, shooting out in all directions!

The terrifying energy tore through the air, leaving a deep ravine in the ground.

The hard mountain rock, under the impact of scattered energy, is like butter cut by a hot knife, easily cut, which makes people unbelievable.

Murong Fu looked at the terrifying energy coming from the impact, and the golden body of the Buddha behind him was magnificent, forming a mountain-like golden bell, enveloping the monks of Shaolin Temple.

Under the impact of the energetic energy, the Admiralty let out a roar.

Opposite him, Mo Chen waved his long sleeves lightly, and a strong wind blocked in front of everyone, turning into a round of rotating Taiji diagrams, pushing the terrifying shock wave into the sky.

For a while, a huge tornado rose out of thin air at the foot of Shaomuro Mountain, and it took a few minutes for the tornado to completely subside.

Mo Chen exhaled lightly, looking at Mo Rongfu's expression a little more cautiously.

Although Mo Rongfu's skills are slightly inferior to his own, his martial arts moves are too strong.

The tall golden body of the Buddha can be said to have surpassed the scope of ordinary martial arts, comparable to the magical powers he has obtained. If he fought against Dugu with the martial arts of seeking defeat alone, Mo Chen really didn't have full confidence that he would be able to defeat Murong Fu.

Of course, he would never give Murong Fu a chance to win!

Mo Chen's eyes were deep, and he said in a deep voice: "The warm-up activity has ended, this is not suitable for us to continue fighting, go to the sky!" ”

Murong Fu bowed slightly, his eyes were full of joy and excitement.

Since obtaining those three types of divine skills, he has been painstakingly comprehending for more than 100 years.

After more than a hundred years of comprehension, Murong Fu has only comprehended two of them, and as for the third type of divine skill, he has never been allowed to enter. He had the heart to find someone to talk to see if he could find a new breakthrough. But sadly, I found that there was no one in the world who could talk to me anymore!

For this reason, he deliberately cultivated Dugu, who is also a descendant of Xianbei, to seek defeat, but the other party embarked on a different path.

Murong came back to his senses and said, "Okay." ”

The two glanced at each other, and in the horrified looks of everyone, they flew towards the sky with the false wind.

In the blink of an eye, the figures of the two had disappeared into the sky, and even the person with the best eyesight could only vaguely see two black spots the size of walnuts.

"This, really flew into the sky?"

Everyone looked pale, their eyes flashed with disbelief, and they murmured in a low voice.

They weren't optimistic about Mo Chen before, after all, the age difference between the two was too big, and a fraction of Murong Fu's age was several times more than Mo Chen's age.

But after the so-called warm-up of the two, as well as the immortal means of controlling the wind out of thin air, everyone really felt what it means to be a demon!

It's the same person, what were you doing when you were in your twenties?

Everyone looked at the bottom of Shaomuro Mountain, which seemed to have experienced a natural disaster, and their hearts were not belonging, and their faces were full of lamentation. Why, there is always a feeling of being alive to a dog?

"Huang Laoxi, do you say that we have really lived to dogs over the years?" In the inconspicuous corner of the crowd, a tattered old man named Hua, looking sideways at the well-dressed old man with an elegant and extraordinary face beside him, sighed helplessly.

Huang Yaoshi's eyes narrowed slightly, glanced at Hong Qigong, who was full of lamentation, and nodded, "You did live to a dog." ”

Hong Qigong sighed at first, then his face stiffened, he glared at Huang Laoxi, he was so angry that he blew his beard and glared, and snorted: "Huang Laoxi, you are scolding me in a corner!" ”

Huang Laoxi's expression remained unchanged, and he said calmly: "Isn't this what you asked?" ”

"Me!" Hong Qigong was a little speechless for a while, and he didn't know how to refute it.

Mt. Shomuro, a thousand meters above it.

Mo Chen relied on the void to resist the wind, and the five qi behind him were dense, like a rotating divine wheel, exuding a gorgeous look. Murong Fu's monk's robe rippled slightly, and his body was shrouded in a dense golden Buddha light, which looked like a round of bright sun.

The two looked at each other silently for a moment.

Murong Fu clasped his hands together and said in a deep voice: "Be careful, the poor monk's Rulai Divine Palm is stronger than the other." The palm just now is just the weakest one. ”

If you come to the palm of God!

Mo Chen's eyes narrowed slightly, and his face showed a touch of emotion.

He can be sure that there is absolutely no such thing as a divine palm in Jin Yong's world. So the question is, where did Murong Fu get the Rulai Divine Palm?

"If you come to the palm of God, it's unheard of!" Mo Chen's eyes flashed with different colors, and he spoke.

Murong Fu's expression was calm, and he replied: "The Buddha said, the Buddha is native to the five-colored stem, a flower is a world, and a leaf is the same. Although the benefactor has cultivated profoundly, he cannot transcend the world like the Buddha, and he cannot see the world of Hengsha! ”

Mo Chen's eyes narrowed, and his heart became more and more surprised.

Murong Fu's meaning was obviously that he knew something outside the world, at least he already had this awareness. But is this his profound cultivation and vaguely comprehending the Broken Void, or is there an accident that he doesn't know?

Mo Chen was puzzled in his heart, exhaled lightly, and said in a deep voice: "The great monk is not a poor Dao, how can he know that the poor Dao does not know things outside the world." Don't talk nonsense anymore, let the poor Dao come to see the power of the supreme martial arts of Buddhism. ”

Although Mo Chen was puzzled, he did not have the slightest fear.

Rather than worried, he was more interested in where Murong Fu got the Rulai Divine Palm.