Wu Xingyun doesn't care so much, when she comes here, she has to advance and retreat with her husband, whether it is right or wrong, everything in her psychology is dominated by Chen Mo, and the four maids of Meilan Juzhu are even more so, they have never seen a man and become Chen Mo's maids, Wu Xingyun regards them as a dowry, they also only have Chen Mo's existence in their hearts, and what is good or bad has nothing to do with them.

Duan Zhengchun and others are Dali people, although they are in the same vein as the Central Plains, but there is a slight deviation in the view, at this time the world between the Song, Liao, Xixia, Tubo, Dali coexist, Liao and Song have been in war for many years, Dali is surrounded by mountains in a corner of peace, and they are not worried about being attacked for a while, here they are the main ones who watch the excitement.

The beggar gang is involved in several gang leaders and elders, and they pay much more attention to this matter than others, but Shaolin is also concerned about the tragic death of several masters, and the rest of the warriors will be more or less implicated, and at this moment there is a little feeling of hatred and hatred.

All kinds of people have a variety of appearances and one thought, that is, what Chen Mo's next words will reveal, looking at everyone's eager eyes, Chen Mo pointed at Murong Bo and said in a deep voice:

"Murong Bo, take off your face towel and let everyone see your virtues as the son and grandson of the Great Yan Kingdom."

He turned his hand and pointed to Xiao Yuanshan and said:

"Xiao Yuanshan, you dare to kill, don't you dare to show your true colors?"

Murong Bo was stunned for a moment, and Xiao Yuanshan ripped off his scarf because of the character of the Khitans, and he was tall and burly, and he looked strong, and he said in a deep voice:

"Good boy, I actually found out that it was right, the old Shaolin monk and Qiao Sanhuai and his wife were killed by me, there is a kind of you who will fight with me, and when you are solved, I will kill the old thief Murong to commemorate my wife."

Murong Bo also ripped off his scarf, his clear face was gloomy and murderous, decades of calculations were wiped out, and he would have been desperate without his son. He said gloomily:

"What about exposing me, you killed my Fu'er, the Murong family has been broken, even if I am full of calculations, it is useless."

After speaking, Murong Bo turned his head to look at Xiao Yuanshan and said:

"You and I will fight to the death sooner or later, but I must slaughter this kid in front of me with my own hands, and we will fight to the death for you."

The first choice of the two enemies is not to fight. The target is on Chen Mo, Murong Bo is better to say, that is because Murong Fu was killed by Chen Mo, that is the hatred of cutting off children and grandchildren, but Xiao Yuanshan is only because Chen Mo exposed his calculations, and for the Khitans, this kind of exposure is the biggest insult to his IQ.

"Go up together, and see which of you can make it to the end, or see which of you can kill me." Chen Mo laughed jokingly with a few points.

He was able to fight Murong Bo when he didn't have access to the Murong family and other martial arts of the Xiaoyao Sect, and now he had gathered more than twice as much power as before. He also learned more profound martial arts, and the only thing he was worried about was the unfathomable sweeping monk, these two people were no longer in his eyes.

Murong Bo suddenly raised his fingers and pointed out more than a dozen qi in a row, and the strength of his powerful internal force shot out of his fingers roared out through Zhang Xu.

Chen Mo's index finger and middle finger of his right hand were combined, and the same dozen sword qi came out with a sneering sound, and as soon as Chen Mo moved his hand, he also stabbed out more than a dozen sword qi with his left hand and attacked Xiao Yuanshan.

As soon as he made a move, Chen Mo singled out the two peerless masters, and the sword qi of his hands shot out even more tearing the air, which was very weird, Xiao Yuanshan had been secretly learning martial arts in Shaolin for many years. Seeing that Chen Mo's sword aura was like a rainbow, he had to dodge and dodge, and his fingers kept pointing out in the shape of flowers.

The three of them are competing for finger power. At least in everyone's eyes, seeing them stab their strength in the air with great power, even the people behind them are far away to avoid being injured by mistake.

Chen Mo used the Six-Vein Divine Sword Finger, but now that the luck method of the Shenhe Finger has been added, ordinary people can't see that the sword qi he emitted is still the Six-Vein Divine Sword.

The three of them attacked each other from a distance of a few feet, and they seemed to be each gesturing. The three of them in the field knew the danger here, and after competing for more than a dozen moves in a row, Chen Mo had already figured out the strength of the two masters, and suddenly the sword qi in his right hand skyrocketed and shot out thirty-six serial sword qi, and his left hand turned into a knife and slashed at Xiao Yuanshan.

The Six-Vein Divine Sword Finger and the Flame Sword attacked at the same time. This is the special ability of his Northern Yin and Yang Tai Chi Gong, Yin and Yang transform freely and impermanently, the sword qi pointed out by his sword is soft and silent, and the flame knife urged by the Jiuyang True Qi in his left hand instantly turned into a real long knife and slashed towards Xiao Yuanshan.

Xiao Yuanshan was dodging, and suddenly saw the flame knife qi, he hurriedly slashed at the sky with one palm, and a scorching palm force also turned into a knife shape and collided with the flame knife.

"Wood-burning knife method."

Xuan Ci exclaimed, but saw that the flame knife had broken through the sword qi generated by the Burning Wood Knife Technique and slashed at Xiao Yuanshan's chest, and a black knife edge with a length of a foot appeared from his black robe, and his black clothes were sneering and burning.

The flowers bloomed two and each showed a branch, and on the other side, Murong Bo's palms and fingers came out, but they did not block Chen Mo's six-vein divine sword fingers because of the Dugu Nine Swords compressed to thirty-six swords.

Thirty-six swords, six of which pierced Murong Bo's body, he looked at his wounds tremblingly, and fell to the ground with a miserable cry in his mouth.

A few months ago, Murong Bo had broken Chen Mo's arms, but a few months later, he died at Chen Mo's hands when the two masters attacked each other, and the Murong family was cut off.

"Alas, it turned out that it was really my cousin, no wonder my mother said that there was no hope for their family to restore the country and destroy the clan, and if they wanted to use those few people to seek the usurpation of the throne, it was purely an act of looking for death, but it was a pity that Abi's sister was even more infatuated with her cousin than I was at the beginning, I don't know what she would do if she knew the result?"

Wang Yuyan whispered to herself with tears in her eyes, but Wu Xingyun gently patted her shoulder and said:

"Don't care so much, people walk by the river, how can they not get their shoes wet, your cousin wants to be the emperor, and he has the intention of being killed."

Wu Xingyun didn't know Chen Mo's calculations, let alone that Chen Mo intended to kill Murong Fu, and Wang Yuyan was the same, everyone thought it was just an accident.

Murong Bo died, leaving no chance to say anything to him, as for the last words, he said them thirty years ago, compared to Xiao Yuanshan, who looked at his wounds through his internal organs, he seemed to be a little stronger.

Xiao Yuanshan could see through the wound that his heart had cracked, although it was still trembling, but the blood was flowing from the wound to the chest, and he said in a trembling voice:

"Okay, good kung fu, you are the only master in the world."

"Daddy, Daddy."

A roar came quickly from the foot of the mountain, Chen Mo looked at the sound, but saw a person running down the mountain like a violent wind, dozens of feet behind him, nineteen horses and eighteen foreign warriors were chasing after him. (To be continued......)