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A wave has not settled, and another wave has risen. When everyone at the scene was still sighing and sighing for the death of Xuan Ci and Ye Erniang, another happy thing happened, which was dazzling and dizzying.

"Ahem...... Murong Bo spat out a few mouthfuls of blood, and his thin body trembled slightly.

Xiao Yuanshan and Xiao Feng stopped their movements at the same time.

Xiao Feng is heroic by nature, although the sins committed by Murong Bo, even if he kills him a hundred more times, it is not too much, but there is pity in his heart, and it is difficult to make a move. Murong Bo is seriously injured at the moment, not to mention, he is already a lot old, and he suffers from a dark disease, except for him, everyone else in the Murong clan has been killed, even if he doesn't kill him, how many more days can he live?

Not only Xiao Feng, but also Xiao Yuanshan, and so in his heart.

In the past thirty years, he has always lived in hatred, thinking day and night that he would kill Xuan Ci, Murong Bo and others, so as to avenge his wife and his own people, but after the ignition of Yue Feng before, he suddenly realized, and suddenly understood that his eyes have been blinded by hatred in the past thirty years, and his nature has been lost. Ah Zhu together, in the rest of the time, enjoy the joy of family, as for the rest, it is a trivial matter.

The father and son looked at each other, and immediately understood what each other was thinking, Xiao Feng looked at Xiao Yuanshan, and Xiao Yuanshan nodded at Xiao Feng.

Xiao Feng turned his face, looked at Murong Bo, and said loudly: "Murong old thief, although you were the initiator of what happened back then, but now that you are old, and the Murong family does not exist, those two palms of Shicai are to eliminate the mistakes you made back then, and the grudge between you and my father and son will be written off, and from now on, there will be no more anything to do with it." ”

Murong Bo smiled sympathetically and said, "Xiao Yuanshan, Xiao Feng, good spirit, good man!" ”

Immediately after, he changed his words, gritted his teeth and roared, "But you don't need your father and son to pity Murong, you are not worthy!" I, the Murong clan, am a descendant of the Great Yan Imperial Family, how could I insult me at will?! ”

The Central Plains heroes were in an uproar, Xiao Yuanshan, Xiao Feng's father and son were of course aliens, but the Murong clan was also of a different race, and the matter in front of him was obviously Murong Bo's, and someone suddenly scolded: "Phew! Death without admitting mistakes and not repenting! Someone even shouted, "Kill this white-eyed wolf!" "Kill him! Kill him!! ”

"Ahh

Murong Bo suddenly raised his head to the sky and roared for a while, suppressing all the hustle and bustle of the scene, and then swept the audience with extremely fierce eyes, and shouted: "I, Murong Fu, am a descendant of the Great Yan Imperial Family, and I am also worthy of accusation if I am a thief?" How dare you?! Xiao Yuanshan, Xiao Feng, the two of you don't have to be like this, how hard is the great cause of building the country? For the revival of Dayan, the old man does not compromise the means, and he has a clear conscience. It's not you two who let me go today, but ...... Hmph, none of you are qualified to kill me Murong Bo! ”

Click.

When the words fell, Murong Bo's right hand was raised, and he slapped it on his forehead, his skull was shattered inch by inch, the internal force invaded his brain, his brain was disturbed, and a generation of heroes was killed.

With a pop, Murong Bo fell heavily to the ground, kicking up countless dust.

There was silence all around, no one would have thought that Murong Bo's personality was so strong, although he was not ashamed of his despicable behavior, but his strong temperament attracted countless fans, and many people sighed and sighed, and they had forgiven him in their hearts.

Xiao Yuanshan and Xiao Feng sighed lightly at the same time, for his father and son, the biggest purpose of this trip was over.

Xiao Yuanshan turned around, arched his hand at Yue Feng, and said in a deep voice: "Yue Shaoxia is very kind, Xiao has nothing to repay, so as my son said, go to the soup and go to the fire, and I will not give up!" If anyone wants Yue Shaoxia's life, they must step over Xiao's corpse! ”

Yue Feng shrugged his shoulders, waved his hand and smiled: "No, no, these things I did for you are not for you to die. As long as your family lives happily and peacefully, it is the greatest reward for me. ”

The heroes looked at each other, and no one could understand why Yue Feng, an arrogant and domineering person, had such great kindness towards Xiao Yuanshan and Xiao Feng's father and son.

Yue Feng clasped his hands together, swept the monk with a smile and said, "Master, please." ”

The sweeping monk said: "Yue Jushi, is this battle between you and me really unavoidable?" ”

Yue Feng said: "Bodhi has no tree, and the mirror is not a platform. There was nothing in the first place, and there was dust everywhere. There are thousands of kinds of Tao, only the martial arts are endless, simple, and the master is already the person who has cultivated the deepest in the world, and this battle between you and me is naturally unavoidable. ”

The sweeping monk was silent for a while, nodded slowly, and said, "In this way, the old monk is offended." ”

Airplanes!!

Just as the sweeping monk's words fell, the scene around Yue Feng suddenly changed, the emerald green trees, the blue sky, and the people wearing various colors and styles all turned blood red.

Yue Feng was not surprised, and naturally understood that this was the spiritual miracle of the sweeping monk.

In the original plot, this sweeping monk was a god-level master who killed Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo with just his eyes, and he really killed people with his eyes, which was a notch higher than Pang Ban, Meng Chixing and others.

If the sweeping monk is not good at spiritual miracles, how can he do it? As for the resurrection after that, to be honest, Yue Feng didn't know what the principle was.

If it were possible, he would never fight unprepared battles. Although he had made up his mind to sharpen his sword with the sweeping monk, the preparations that needed to be made still had to be made. At present, the information he has is at least three kinds of sweeping monks' housekeeping skills.

The first type is naturally the strongest defensive three-inch qi wall in the Heavenly Dragon World. The second is the spiritual miracle in front of you. As for the third type, after killing Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo, he came back to life.

In the turn of his thoughts, Yue Feng was already completely in a blood-red world, and in an instant, this blood-red turned into dead ashes again.

"Assert ......"

At this moment, the scenery changed again, and the dead things such as trees and houses were still dead gray, but on Shaomu Mountain, countless Central Plains heroes immediately turned into hideous ghosts, and they let out a strange cry from their mouths, and they came towards Yue Feng to kill.

"Spirit? Master, it just so happens that I also know a little bit about it. The corners of Yue Feng's mouth hooked, and he said with a chuckle.

The next moment!

His pupils narrowed, his eyeballs turned red, and there were white spots around each of his left and right eyeballs, twelve evenly distributed in each circle. With Yue Feng's low shout, a total of twenty-four white spots on the left and right flew away.

Rumble!

This spot doesn't seem to have much power, but it carries a sense of fearlessness, a kind of killing, a kind of decisiveness, and a kind of domineering spirit that is not even possible despite tens of millions of people.

Like the water that bursts the embankment, it is like a broken bamboo.

"Ahh

The unjust ghost who was coming towards Yue Feng suddenly screamed in horror in the face of Yue Feng's domineering response. A moment ago, he was still majestic, but now he was scattered in all directions, for fear that he would escape too late.

"Ahh

In front of the Daxiong Treasure Hall, the Central Plains heroes were still standing densely, and suddenly, someone screamed in the same horror, looking at Yue Feng with a chilling gaze, and cold sweat trickled down. What's more, some people shouted, "I don't want to kill you!" Don't kill me, let me go! Leave me alone!! ”

The heroes looked at each other, I don't know why, I can't understand why they were all fine before, how can they just become like this in an instant?

The sweeping monk let out a soft exhale, and it was obvious that Yue Feng's performance was greatly beyond his expectations, and his eyes flashed brightly, looking at Yue Feng in surprise and shock.

Yue Feng chuckled and said, "As I said earlier, Yue also happens to know some miraculous skills in spirit and sea knowledge. Master, what you borrowed is probably the resentment of those who have a deep hatred with me, or a great hatred, and want to kill the people who are quick to follow. In that world, you magnified their resentment of daring to think but had no ability to kill to the limit, fused together, and mentally attacked me, am I right? ”

The sweeping monk folded his hands and sighed lightly all his life.

"It's a pity, though. If their minds are all as firm as Murong Bo's, this one first move is destined to be the master. It's just that waste is just waste after all, although they despise Murong Bo, but their minds are not as good as Murong Bo, and they still have resentment against me in their hearts, but just now I planted the seeds of terror in their sea of knowledge, and they will become waste forever. Yue Feng smiled slightly, ding, and snapped his fingers.

The sweeping monk was silent. The corners of Yue Feng's mouth hooked, and he said, "The first move is the master's, so now it's my turn." ”

Call!

The strength roared wildly, and Yue Feng's figure suddenly turned into a white shadow, looking at it from afar, it looked like a wisp of white smoke. If it is farther away, it is the white clouds in the sky.

As fast as lightning, as fierce as thunder.

In just an instant, Yue Feng had already swept in front of the sweeping monk, and raised his hand to punch him. This fist method is ordinary, just like Taizu Changquan, it is the most ordinary martial art that is widely spread in this world, but in Yue Feng's hands, it gives birth to indescribable power.

The fact is that whether it is Yue Feng or the sweeping monk, by now, they are all flying leaves and picking flowers, and they can all kill people. In the duel between the two, the moves are no longer the key.

The air was circling so violently that the space seemed to be completely torn apart!

The wind swept, and where Yue Feng passed, like a tornado, every foot of soil on the ground swept up, and the sound of clicking was the sound of the bluestone slab breaking under Yue Feng's feet, and the three nearby locust trees with thick bowls rushed straight into the sky......

Soil, bluestone, and trees were densely covered in the void, almost covering the sky and the sun, and finally accompanied by Yue Feng's movements, forming a huge fist.

The group of heroes changed color in an uproar, their eyes widened in disbelief, and they stared at the incredible scene in front of them in disgust.

The Shaolin monks were even more shocked one by one, thinking of their previous plan to kill Yue Feng, until this moment, they didn't know how innocent they were, how cute they were! Xin loss, Xin loss out of a sweeping monk, otherwise Shaolin's thousand-year-old temple will be destroyed!

Some people couldn't hold back and exclaimed, "Impossible! ”

Even if it was a master of Xiao Yuanshan and Xiao Feng's level, his face couldn't help but change.

Xiao Yuanshan immediately made a decision and shouted: "Son, don't hurry up and take care of your daughter-in-law!" Then there was a light sigh, "Before, our father and son were worried that they would embarrass Yue Shaoxia, but now it seems that which of them has this qualification." ”

Xiao Feng sighed lightly and muttered, "That's true, it's true......" followed by a vertical, swept to Azhu's side, exerted his internal force, and enveloped Azhu.

The sweeping monk shouted a Buddha shout: "Amitabha, good, good." ”

In the next moment, just when the heroes were shocked by Yue Feng's strength, the same incredible scene happened, the sweeping monk was standing in front of the Daxiong Treasure Hall, if he avoided its edge, then Yue Feng's tornado-like punch would be blasted in the Daxiong Treasure Hall.

Daxiong Treasure Palace, the thousand-year-old temple is completely finished, and the sweeping monk has never retreated.

Not half a step!

Airplanes!!

The sound of the ancient and peaceful bell chime seemed to sound in the ears of the heroes, and the restlessness in the heart actually calmed down a lot, and then, in front of the Daxiong Treasure Hall, a huge and looming golden statue of the Buddha appeared.

The golden light of holiness swayed down faintly, enveloping everyone.

Knort!!

Above the void, Yue Feng's hurricane punch, which had condensed countless objects and mixed his own true qi with it, slammed fiercely into the chest of the Buddha's golden statue, erupting with the sound of metal colliding, and scattered in all directions.

This was above the void, above everyone's heads, looking up at the spectacle that had occurred, and directly below, Yue Feng's fist was also blasting towards the chest of the sweeping monk at excessive speed.

The Shaolin monks one by one, their hearts couldn't help but rise, and some of them couldn't even bear to look at it anymore.

But in the next moment, seeing that Yue Feng's fist was about to hit the sweeping monk's chest, and even in their expectations, they were even about to punch through the sweeping monk's chest, but at this moment, seven inches away, a layer of invisible qi suddenly appeared.

Everyone is not the party concerned, so they naturally couldn't understand it at first, but Yue Feng punched seven inches in front of the sweeping monk's chest, and burst out of the fire of true qi, but failed to advance an inch, and after thinking about it at first, he guessed probly.

The sweeping monk exclaimed: "Good boxing skills! The old monk had previously said that the eighteen palms of the dragon descending were the first of the world's most powerful palms, but now it seems to be wrong, but Yue Jushi is such a figure, and it is no longer tolerated in the world, so this statement still works. ”

"Ahem......"

As he spoke, he coughed twice and said, "This is the holy land of Shaolin, you can't use your fists and feet, if you don't at least Lin Hou Mountain, the terrain is vast, it is a natural and excellent place to learn, what does Yue Jushi want?" ”

Having said that, he actually didn't give Yue Feng a chance to refuse at all.

Yue Feng's punch bombarded him in the chest, and he used his internal strength, unleashing the seven-inch invisible qi wall that would surely move the world to resist Yue Feng's attack. At the same time, the figure rose vertically and swept towards the back mountain of Shaolin.

Yue Fenglang laughed: "The battle book is ordered by Yue, and the specific location should of course be determined by the master." (To be continued.) )