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Out of Tianlong Temple, Murong Bo got into the carriage directly, and he didn't dare to hesitate, and spoke directly to the generals.

"Let's go back!"

The generals didn't dare to ask more, so they had to listen to orders.

In the carriage, a beautiful woman looked concerned: "Master, what's wrong with you?" ”

Murong Bo waved his hand: "If you meet a powerful character, heal with me." ”

The beautiful woman nodded, and hurriedly pointed at a few big points on her master's chest to heal her injuries with internal force.

After a while, poof, he spat out a few mouthfuls of blood, and his face finally regained some complexion.

"What a fast sword!"

"What a ruthless sword!"

"Didn't you think Dali would come out with such a character?" Murong Bo sighed a little.

The beautiful woman on the side had a rather cruel look in her eyes: "Who hurt the master, no matter how high his martial arts are, I will definitely avenge the master." ”

Mrs. Murong's martial arts are not high, but she is from the Valley of the Medicine King, with a medical book and poison skills, she can save people and kill people, and ordinary people in the rivers and lakes can really walk around.

Otherwise, even if he is a peerless master, he may accidentally be punished.

Murong Bo laughed, he said: "Fame and fortune are originally a sword that hurts people, he has such strength at a young age, I don't believe he can pass this level, don't worry, Madame, watch him rise up a tall building, and watch him feast on guests, and watch him collapse!"

As soon as the words fell, a cold female voice suddenly came from the sky.

"I'm afraid you won't be able to see it!"

Peng!

A palm fell, and the carriage suddenly fell apart.

Murong Bo barely lifted his breath to protect his wife, and when he got out of the carriage, he still looked a little disgraced.

The next moment, he saw a woman wearing a white veil and a purple xia robe stepping into the air, rushing into the crowd, showing an incomparably strong momentum, slaughtering his own generals.

Yes, slaughter.

The masters and loyal generals carefully cultivated by the Murong family are like a pile of straw.

Almost no one could make a move in this woman's hands, but in the blink of an eye, the four generals would lose three.

Who is it if it's not Li Qiushui?

Murong Bo was furious, roared filial piety, and didn't care about the injuries on his body, so he asked his wife to open several big points around his body for himself, pulled out the sword on the side, and rushed towards Li Qiushui.

The robe on Li Qiushui's body suddenly raised, and he sneered on his face: "With the other way, with the other body, Gusu Murong?" ”

"After all these years, I forgot that you still use swords?"

"Dragon City Swordsmanship? I want to see if there is still a bit of Murong Dragon City's demeanor! ”

As she spoke, a long sword from her waist was unsheathed.

This sword is long and narrow, like a bamboo pole, and it shines in this light, and you can't tell that it is a sword if you don't pay attention.

The thin sword was raised, the sword light rose, the wind and clouds broke, and in an instant, the bright sword light condensed at one point, the surroundings were silent, the air seemed to be frozen, and the surrounding world only had this sword, this beautiful, cold sword.

When the sword fell, there was no sound of breaking through the air, but in the next moment, it had already come to Murong Bo.

Li Qiushui's swordsmanship is not bad.

She majored in Xiao Wuxiang Gong, its main feature is that it is not visible, there is no trace, as long as she has this skill, and then knows the moves of other martial arts, relying on its power is incomparable, you can imitate other people's mastery or even better than the original, it is difficult for people who have not learned this skill to distinguish.

This skill simulates thousands of martial arts to proficient martial arts, and the more proficient you are in all kinds of martial arts, the deeper your background is, and the stronger you are.

After following Fu Qiu, Fu Qiu helped her complete martial arts with his thinking space, perfected his deduction, and accompanied her to feed the sword every day.

She also learned the essence of Fu Qiu's swordsmanship, especially the imagination, each sword is beyond your imagination, the simple sword momentum is natural, it seems ordinary, but it is often powerful, peerless sword skills.

Of course, what is more important is the fairy sword dance that Fu Qiu deduced for her - this is the perfect version of the principal dance troupe of the deity from generation to generation, learned from the body of a woman, the person is beautiful, the sword is even more beautiful, and the sword is dancing between the waves, which is amazing.

Such as Yi shooting nine sunsets, like the emperor and the dragon soaring, coming like thunder to collect anger, like the river and the sea condensing clear light.

Facing Li Qiushui's sword, Murong Bo suddenly felt a great deal of pressure coming.

Li Qiushui's sword was simple and gorgeous, and the sword that shimmered with cold light was natural.

It was as if the wind around her was avoiding her, and there was not a trace of sound, but it was still so quiet.

It's just that the cold sword light on it is even more agile.

It seems that this kind of swordsmanship was not created by man, but was given by God.

He really couldn't imagine that in a short period of time, he had met such two peerless sword masters in Dali, and they seemed to be in the same vein.

"I'll fight with you!"

The next moment, Murong Bo stretched out a finger and pointed it at his temple.

In an instant, the entire dantian began to tumble, and the internal force in his body grew and exploded rapidly, forming his Murong family's unique Dou Zhuan Xing Shifting Innate Qi.

He was already aware of his situation, and his eyes became crazy, even if he died, he would not let the enemy have a good time.

The Dragon City Sword Technique in his hand stabbed out.

Rumble!

The moment they collided, the air began to freeze.

Li Qiushui's face was still light, but his wrist was gently swinging, and with a swing of the thin sword, layers of sword qi ripples emanated.

It's as if raindrops have fallen into a pond, setting off layers of ripples.

In an instant, Murong Bo's body protection qi realm was completely shattered!

The two connected, and under the collision, a terrifying power suddenly erupted.

A loud bang rang out. The ground under Murong Bo's feet was shattered inch by inch, but Li Qiushui's body was standing in place, writing lightly.

Under one move, he made a judgment, and in the face of Li Qiushui, Murong Bo did not resist even if he used the forbidden technique.

"Give me death!"

Murong Bo roared wildly, and blood had begun to overflow from the acupoints around his body, and he was like a hungry tiger in prison, completely falling into madness.

The sword momentum in Li Qiushui's hand changed, and it was natural, and that power seemed ordinary, but when he made a move, he was tolerant of heaven and earth, and he was tactful and free.

Pierced one after another, each style was simple and gorgeous, although there was no change in circulation, there was no transformation of true qi.

But the slender sword is as heavy as a thousand pounds, and the sword momentum is like an antelope hanging horns, which is unpredictable.

At this moment, Murong Bo blasted out with a sword, and the momentum was sensational, as if he was crazy, setting off a storm.

The sword blade collided with the sword blade, there was a moment of stillness, but the next moment it was like a sky collapse, with the two of them as the center, a powerful force completely burst out, and the ground was dusty.

Gradually, wisps of blood spilled out, and the qi on Murong Bo's right arm was torn and pierced.

A sword mark stretched straight from his fist to his shoulder, blood flowing down his arm.

Murong Bo was half-kneeling on the ground, the momentum on his body fell to the bottom, but his face was pale and terrifying.

In a few moments, a streak of blood began to tear open from the center of his eyebrows, spreading all over his body, and he was completely split in two.

Li Qiushui's face was still pale, his body fell to the ground lightly, and he said surgingly: "This sword is not bad." ”

In a flash, she flew out for several miles, and there was another beautiful woman in her hand, which was Mrs. Murong.

As for Mrs. Murong's poison, for Li Qiushui, it was all a small thing.

"Pregnant poisonous spiders? He should love it. ”

Li Qiushui looked at her, pinched her plump body and lower abdomen, immediately smiled lightly, grabbed Mrs. Murong and rushed towards the manor.