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She could never have imagined that her cousin, who she had always admired, would take her hostage at a critical moment in exchange for a chance to escape. It turned out that in the eyes of my cousin, I was just a tool that could be used at any time.

Everyone was caught off guard by this sudden change, and they angrily accused Murong Fu of being despicable and shameless, and even kidnapped a weak woman as a hostage. Even Deng Baichuan, Fengbo and other generals also showed shame.

Chen Xu's demeanor returned to normal, and he yawned lazily, "I originally wanted to let you live, but it's a pity that you don't cherish it." Alas, there is a way in heaven that you don't take, and there is no door in hell that you want to break into. ”

Murong Fu was like falling into an ice cellar.

Suddenly, he realized that he could no longer move.

This situation is very strange, his internal force is working normally, and there is no abnormality in the acupuncture points of his whole body. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't make any moves, not even speak.

Chen Xu slowly walked towards Murong Fu.

Every time he took a step closer, Murong Fu's heart shook vigorously.

Knock knock, as Chen Xu approached, Murong Fu's heart shook even more violently.

Murong Fu was in a cold sweat, he didn't know what method Chen Xu used, but one thing was very clear: when Chen Xu stood in front of him, his heart would burst immediately.

Deng Baichuan and the others also discovered Murong Fu's abnormal state, and struggled to break out of the encirclement and block in front of Murong Fu, "Childe, you go quickly!" ”

Several people used tricks to hit Chen Xu.

It's just that everything was in vain, and before they could hit it, they were shaken out by a huge force, and fell to the ground and lost their movement.

It's going to die, it's really going to die.

Murong Fu urged his internal force vigorously, trying to make his body move.

Seeing Chen Xu showing a harmless smile and approaching step by step, he felt that his heart had almost reached its limit, and it would burst immediately if he took another step or two.

"Amitabha."

A Buddha horn sounded, and Murong Fu suddenly felt relaxed, and his body seemed to be able to move. He felt himself being pulled by an invisible force, and his body flew backwards.

Everyone looked over and saw an old monk who described himself as withered, blocking Murong Fu behind him.

The old monk clasped his hands together and said, "Master Chen, there is a way to be forgiving and forgiving. You have already forced Master Murong's father to death, so why bother to force Master Murong to die again? It's better to leave it at that, and disperse. ”

The old monk has kind eyebrows, and his voice is extremely gentle, looking like a high-ranking monk.

A thought arose in everyone's hearts at the same time, yes, Murong Bo is already dead, why bother Murong Fu again? Many people were ashamed and wanted to leave.

Chen Xu sneered and shouted: "Demon monk, what is your intention to control the minds of your fellow martial artists?" Didn't he rely on his martial arts to shield those who tried to subvert the rule of the Great Song Dynasty? ”

Under the big drink, everyone's hearts were shocked, and they suddenly sobered up a lot.

This demon monk was so powerful that he actually controlled most of the people present in an instant.

Wu Xingyun, who had been watching the play coldly, stared at him, and said secretly in his heart: It seems that this demon monk is the person who the little master and nephew want to challenge. Not to mention anything else, his ability to control others while talking is enough to make people pay attention.

Her whole body immediately tensed, ready to strike at any moment.

The old monk once again proclaimed the Buddha's name, "Amitabha." The poor monk is just a sweeping monk in the Shaolin Temple, and he can't bear to see the Murong family from now on, so he persuades him with words. Donor, you think too much. ”

"Can't bear the Murong Clan's despair?" Chen Xu seemed to understand something, and asked with a smile; "Old monk, are you a descendant of Murong Dragon City?"

"Amitabha. The poor monk has been in the Shaolin Temple for many years, and he no longer remembers the name of the layman. ”

Chen Xu sneered, "Since you have already devoted yourself to the Shaolin Temple, then you should concentrate on cultivating Buddhism, so why should you participate in the world?" If I want to kill a despicable villain who tries to subvert the Great Song Dynasty and hold hostage a weak woman, what does it have to do with you?

In this world, there are countless innocent people who die in vain every day, and there are countless people who are tragically destroyed, and I haven't seen you come out to stop it. At this time, you want to stop me from killing Murong Fu, a despicable villain, and you dare to say that you have no selfish intentions?

Old monk, your heart of cultivating Buddha is not pure, and you are greedy for the world. For the sake of my fate with you, let me send you to the Western Elysium to worship the Buddha. ”

Chen Xu suddenly made a move and slapped his palm at the sweeping monk.

I saw that the sweeping monk was not in a hurry, and the monk's robe puffed up without wind, blocking the attack silently.

"Hmph, the stars are shifting! You really belong to the Murong family. Chen Xu took a breath and integrated the strength of the sweeping monk back into his body.

The sweeping monk also took a step back, Chen Xu's attack was too strong, he only rebounded part of his strength, and the rest of the strength hit him.

"Seeing that the donor's age is not more than the age of the establishment, I didn't expect the skill to be so strong, it must be the effect of the Northern Shengong. Ahem, I didn't expect that after Xiaoyaozi, there would be people who practiced the Northern Pluto God Skill so superbly, and even went to the next level.

If what I see is not bad, the donor is both Taoist and Buddhist. It is really admirable and admirable to have such cultivation at such an age. ”

Chen Xu attacked lightly and asked, "Oh? Old monk, do you also recognize the patriarch of this sect? ”

The old monk also fought back without a trace, "Ancestor Yao? Hehe, the old monk was defeated in his hands, so he sneaked into the Shaolin Temple to practice martial arts. It was only in the end that I found that Shaolin's martial arts needed to be resolved by the corresponding Buddhism before they could be cultivated to the right path. This learning is decades. ”

"Well, the martial arts of the Shaolin Temple are indeed very good."

Chen Xu also recalled: "Back then, I was also in this Shaolin Temple, and I learned the peerless internal power Jiuyang Divine Skill from a copy of the "Lenga Sutra". In the end, it was integrated with the Nine Yin True Scripture and the Innate Gong in the Northern Shengong, and it was only then that today's achievements were achieved. ”

The monks of Shaolin Temple looked embarrassed and really didn't know what to say.

Shaolin Temple, a thousand-year-old ancient temple, is like their own backyard in the eyes of these people, and they have learned many martial arts back and forth. To their shame, no one in the Shaolin Temple found out.

Chen Xu and the sweeping monk's moves are getting slower and slower, and their moves are becoming more and more ordinary. In the end, after each move, they have to wait for a long time before they can use an ordinary move.

The onlookers are becoming more and more incomprehensible, obviously it is a competition between two peerless masters, why is there no imaginary earth-shattering collision, no dazzling and breathtaking wonderful moves?

The moves of the two were slow and ordinary, not at all like a contest between peerless masters, but like two people who were about to die.

Could it be that the two of them have run out of oil without everyone noticing?