Murong Bo regretted it a little!

As a descendant of the Great Yan Kingdom, he has been working hard all his life to recover the Great Yan, although his ability and wisdom are inferior, but he has never given up for a moment.

His vision is not far-reaching enough, his view of the problem is too shallow, he does things simply and rudely, and he does not care about the head and the tail.

When he was young, he did great things and sacrificed himself, he didn't have the courage to fight to the death, and he worked hard to design a strategy, but in the end he had to fake his death to get out.

When he was old, he forgot his life when he saw Xiaoli, and for the treasure of Mount Emei, he not only lost Jiang Beihe, but also was caught by others, and his hard work was in vain for many years.

Even, due to his recklessness and stupidity back then, his only son did not have a good education, and he only relied on the residual prestige of the Murong family, and he was a little famous.

Although he has done a lot of stupid things, Murong Bo is not without merits, otherwise he would not have survived until now.

He sees people very accurately.

More than 20 years ago, he saw that the disciple of the Dalun Temple, Gu Mozhi, was competitive and liked to be famous, so he gave Shaolin a peerless school, and lured him with the Dali six-vein sword.

A few years ago, he met Li Qiushui, who went back to Mantuo Villa to visit his daughter, and noticed that Li Qiushui was full of hatred in his heart, and immediately performed the junior salute, which was very respectful.

Ten days ago, he noticed again that Li Jinyu and Tie Feihua must have discovered his identity.

Therefore, regardless of Li Qiushui's opposition, as soon as he recovered from his injuries, he came to raid Li Jinyu and Tie Feihua.

Either the two of them surrendered and became the help of the Murong family to recover Dayan, or they were removed, so as not to become a threat to Murong Fu's walking of the rivers and lakes.

Especially Li Jinyu, for this famous child who is getting more and more famous, he will inevitably kill him.

Unexpectedly, the resistance of the two was so fierce.

Tie Feihua's Blood River Divine Sword Sword Bleeding River, the monstrous murderous aura made him feel his heart pounding, and he actually resisted the golden bell jar's phaseless sound gang with this.

Li Jinyu's surprise attack was as fast as lightning, and there was no half-trick to tempt and lure the enemy, and the shot was a ruthless and killing move, and his grasp of the fighter was extremely ingenious.

The two retainers of the Murong clan, who were the most calm, the most intelligent, and the most outstanding in martial arts, were beheaded by Li Jinyu with a quick knife in just ten days.

If it only stops there, Murong Bo is not afraid at all.

With the advantages of skill and realm, coupled with the magic of Douzhuan Xingyi and the Golden Bell Jar, there is at least a ninety percent chance of winning, and even two people can be captured alive.

Unexpectedly, Li Jinyu actually had a killer move.

Murong Bo keenly felt that Tie Feihua's power was continuously injected into Li Jinyu's body.

Tie Feihua's innate pure yin qi fused with Li Jinyu's innate pure yang qi, evolving the terrifying power of yin and yang convergence, and all of them were injected into the crimson fragments between Li Jinyu's two fingers.

The wind and clouds are moving, and the fire dragon is appearing.

The purple qi poured out endlessly, as if laying a carpet for the appearance of the fire dragon.

How can a noble being, born by nature, allow the filth of the world to stain the surface of his feet?

The continuous sword qi seemed to have condensed into a net of heaven and earth, enveloping every corner of the five people, as long as Murong Bo made a slight move, he would definitely make a strong move immediately.

But if Li Jinyu was allowed to urge the sword qi, he was as strong as Murong Bo, and he was not sure to take this move.

At this moment, Murong Bo made another mistake, and he was entangled at this moment of fierce warfare.

Li Jinyu naturally accepted all the orders, and did not hesitate to urge the skill, almost infinite to urge the sword intent.

Tie Feihua was shocked in her heart, she finally understood why Li Jinyu never showed her swordsmanship in front of others.

This kind of swordsmanship, if it is performed openly, will inevitably attract endless disasters.

But Li Jinyu was so sympathetic to her, especially at this time, the true qi was blended, and the minds of the two seemed to be blended together, and the sword moves were secretive.

Wholehearted and wholehearted communication is worth a thousand words, not to mention that the two are childhood sweethearts, who have known each other for more than ten years, and the tacit understanding between them can be described as heart-to-heart.

In such a state, the power of the auxiliary secret technique from the Qingcheng faction increased by four or five points.

"Boom!"

The weakest martial arts turmoil couldn't bear it, and wanted to draw his sword to make a move, not wanting to be bound by the sword net all over his body at this moment, and pulling his whole body, before his arm was raised, the sword qi had already slashed out like a shadow.

Li Jinyu's eyes widened, a loud dragon roar sounded in mid-air, and the air around him became as viscous as mercury, the west wind was shining, and the clouds were overwhelming.

"Wow~~"

The crimson fragments flashed in the air, and the fire dragon swooped towards Murong Bo, the dragon claws, dragon tails, dragon whiskers, and dragon scales were all condensed with true vitality, although they could not be lifelike, but they were enough to stir up the wind and clouds.

The fire dragon rises in the sky!

"Boom!"

The fire dragon slammed into the golden bell, and the iron wall of the golden bell was as strong as a broken paper lantern, torn to pieces by the fire dragon's claws.

"Whoosh!"

The fire dragon swung its tail, Bao Wei and Feng Bo Evil suffered a heavy blow to the chest, his ribs were broken, his five organs were shattered, he fell to the ground and convulsed a few times, and lost his breath forever.

"Whew!"

The fire like the glorious sun overflowed, burning the bodies of Deng Baichuan, Gongye Qian, Bao Wei, and the four evil people, and the four ministers of the Murong family, from today onwards, there will never be a trace of it.

"Boom!"

The fire dragon dissipated, leaving only a scorching sword qi, which shot straight towards Murong Bo's heart.

If it was just Li Jinyu's move, this sword would only have scorching power, but at this time, he joined forces with Tie Feihua and absorbed the murderous aura of the Blood River Divine Sword, and the empty sword qi actually burned with scarlet blood flames.

Whether it is the half-soup golden bell jar or other Shaolin masters, it has no effect at the moment.

What can play a role is still the ancestral mastery of the Murong family, which Murong Bo has practiced hard for decades.

The right hand is in a hurry, and the fingers are hard to come out.

In 395 AD, after the defeat of Emperor Tuoba of Daowu of the Northern Wei Dynasty in Shenhepi, the prince of Yan Murong Bao, greatly accelerated the demise of the Yan Kingdom, which was the shame of the Murong family.

"Beiba Gun" Murong was depressed, and in the last stage of his life, he gathered his lifelong marksmanship into a fingering technique, and named it after the word "Shenhe".

In terms of finger power alone, the participation finger is not inferior to the one-finger Zen Gong and the one-yang finger.

Murong Bo's practice and participation index for ten years, coupled with the blessing of many Shaolin masters, as well as the resentment of the death of the four great ministers, the moment he made his finger move, there was a tragedy of the desert and the blood-stained lonely city.

In the past, it was a shame to participate in the Hepi fiasco, and now it is still a shame to be forced to this by two juniors.

Jiazi was a penance, shame and grief, and the power of Murong Bo's finger was actually increased by a few points.

"Boom!"

With an earth-shattering explosion, the sword qi fingers collided violently, and the fierce power scattered out in all directions, as if a bomb had been detonated, and the dust suddenly flew up.

"Click!"

With a few crisp sounds, Li Jinyu's right hand was abnormally bent, but it was hit by a strong impact, breaking several bones in his fingers and arms.

"Boom!"

The cold light flickered, the blood light collapsed, and Murong Bo's hurried finger power was not as good as a divine weapon after all, and the two fingers of his right hand were directly cut off by the sword driven by the fragments.

Tie Feihua's true qi bottomed out, and Li Jinyu's qi and blood were also greatly deficient, but fortunately, there was an ice silkworm Gu in her body.

The cold qi of the ice silkworm overflowed in his left hand, and the thumb and index finger of his left hand were pinched into a phoenix peck, and he made the most common "Phoenix Three Nods" at Murong Bo!

A finger at the rhino!

In terms of pure finger power, it may not be as good as one-finger Zen Gong and Shenhe Finger, but the move is as fast as lightning, light and elegant, and the cold air penetrates the body, and the finger power has arrived.

The three fingers are attacking not elsewhere, but Murong Bo's Yangbai, Lianquan, and Fengfu three acupoints.