Murong Fu's heart sank, this move couldn't see the slightest flaw, so he had to turn the tip of the sword slightly and stab Hao Datong's wrist, but it was "to attack it".

Hao Datong was stunned, if he continued like this, his wrist would certainly be injured or even abolished, but Murong Fu would also die. was about to withdraw the sword move, but Murong Fu's body did not move forward, but the sword came out of his hand and stabbed his wrist.

In this way, Murong Fu will only be slightly injured at most, and his own hand will be crippled. Immediately quickly withdrew his hand to block, and thought in his heart, "He has no sword in his hand, and if he admits defeat, the reputation of the Quanzhen Sect will finally be preserved." ”

Suddenly there was a change of life, and I saw that Murong Fu's right hand that had just been released was slightly clenched, and the long sword turned back the same way and returned to his hand.

"Dragon Capture Gong!"

"Edgeworthiness!"

This long sword automatically returned to his hand in the air, and Hao Datong had a wide range of knowledge, thinking that it was a martial arts mastery of dragon capture. The disciples thought it was the legendary sword master, and they exclaimed one after another. I didn't know that this was Murong Fu's Northern Spiritual Skill.

Murong Fu's long sword stabbed at Hao Datong again, at this time, Hao Datong no longer dared to underestimate this young man, stretched out his sword to block Murong Fu's sword, his face flashed with purple energy, and his left hand waved a palm towards Murong Fu.

It turned out that he expected that Murong Fu was young, and no matter how talented he was, his internal strength would not be deeper than him.

"Do you want to win with internal strength? Then you will lose faster. The corners of Murong Fu's mouth showed a hint of sarcasm, and he raised his left palm to greet him.

The two palms touched, Hao Datong only felt that the other party's internal force was suddenly invisible and invisible, and suddenly it was fierce and unmatched, and suddenly a huge force struck, Hao Datong was shocked and flew several feet, "poof" spit out a mouthful of blood, and his face was depressed.

Murong Fu was anxious in his heart, he didn't want to hurt this old Dao, but when he used his internal force, he couldn't control it slightly, and his strength was a little bigger, if he killed this old Dao, it would be a big enemy for nothing.

Murong Fu just wanted to go over and check, "Array", a sound came out, and immediately seven Taoists pounced, four people on the left and three people on the right surrounded Murong Fu, and it was the "Tiangang Beidou Array".

It turned out that Zhao Zhijing saw that his uncle was injured, and this kid still wanted to go up again, so he immediately called his disciples to set up a formation to block it.

"Hey, you're entangled with me here, aren't you afraid that old Tao will suddenly return to the West, why don't you let me go and see him?" Murong replied.

The other six people looked at each other, their faces hesitant, Zhao Zhijing sneered and said: "You still want to harm your uncle, all the disciples listen to the order, and then capture this kid first." ”

The seven Daoists looked certain, each stretched out a hand to put it on the person beside him, and slowly approached Murong Fu with a sword in one hand, as if the formation had been completed.

Murong Fu smiled and said, "It's okay, let me comprehend this prestigious Tiangang Beidou Array." As he spoke, he tapped his toes and stabbed at Zhao Zhijing, who was the leader.

Zhao Zhijing knew that this young man was extremely good, and he didn't dare to be contemptuous, so he hurriedly raised his sword to meet him, while the two Taoists, "Tianshu" and "Shaking Light", stabbed Murong Fu under his ribs from the left and right, and cooperated very closely.

Murong Fu had to return his sword to protect him, and attacked the "Tianshu" Daoist on the way, and the three Daoist people at the handle stabbed at his vest at the same time, and Murong Fu had to turn back to protect him.

Ten or so moves, no matter Murong Fu attacked any of them, there were always at least two swords stabbing towards his empty door.

After another tea time, the seven people had already surrounded Murong Fu in a circle, gradually closing in, the faster the direction changed, and the faster the move became.

Murong Fu only felt that he was dueling with a master with seven swords, and the other party could make seven moves at the same time, and the moves were either the same or complementary, which was extremely difficult.

I secretly admired in my heart that Wang Chongyang was worthy of being a generation of grandmasters, and he could create such a mysterious combined attack array technique.

The disciples of the Quanzhen Sect may not be very good in their personal martial arts, and even among the second-generation disciples, except for Qiu Chuji, they are not very good among their martial arts peers.

But with this set of formations, every seven disciples can entangle a master, and the second-generation disciples can even entangle the five peerless first-level figures in the Central Plains, no wonder the Quanzhen Sect can be ranked with Shaolin, Emei, and Wudang as the four leaders of the righteous path.

Seeing that the space was getting smaller and smaller, and Murong was becoming more and more restricted, he wanted to try if his swordsmanship could forcibly break through the Tiangang Beidou Array.

Unexpectedly, except for Zhao Zhijing, although these seven people are third-rate in martial arts, they can't beat them when they join forces.

"It seems that I still have a long way to go, alas, let's break the formation first. Murong Fu sighed secretly in his heart, his figure flashed, he moved a few feet to the left, and stood still steadily, it was the "North Star Position".

Seeing his strange face, the seven Dao people suddenly dodged and stood in one place and stopped moving, before they understood his intentions, Zhao Zhijing let out a low roar, driving the six Dao to rotate, wanting to completely surround Murong Fu in the middle.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the seven people moved, Murong Fu took a step to the right, still standing firmly in the "North Star Position".

Zhao Zhijing originally wanted the three of them to launch a side attack, but suddenly took a closer look, Murong Fu's position was extremely strange, and the three of them couldn't reach it with their long swords, but the door of the seven people was wide open, and he secretly said "bad" in his heart.

Sure enough, Murong Fu smiled slightly, handed out the long sword, shook his wrist, and stabbed out seven swords one after another, and the tips of the swords were all pointed at the wrists of the seven people.

The long swords of the "Bell Bell Bell" group of Dao Dao fell to the ground one after another, and Murong Fu waved seven palms in a row with lightning speed, and all the Taoist priests flew out upside down.

"Poof" but Zhao Zhijing spit out a mouthful of blood, it turned out that Murong Fu hated Zhao Zhijing very much, and specially "took care" of him.

A trace of resentment flashed in Zhao Zhijing's eyes, and he breathed a sigh of relief and shouted: "Everyone, cloth the Beidou Great Array." ”

All the Taoist priests around immediately stepped forward, and it seemed that they were going to put up two "Tiangang Beidou Arrays".

"Good guy, it's endless, don't blame me for being spicy this time. ”

Murong Fu's temper came up, and he no longer had so many scruples, and was ready to use the Northern Spiritual Skill to break the formation.

No matter how this formation changes and subtlety, they are always connected by seven people, and as long as the Northern Shengong meets one person, they can be all hit, and the formation will break itself.

I didn't want to use it before, because I didn't want to expose the Northern Spiritual Skills, and I didn't want to provoke the enemy for nothing.

"Stop!" everyone followed the reputation, but it was Hao Datong who blocked him.

He was shocked by Murong Fu just now, and his heart was devastated, and he only felt that he had lived in vain all these years, and he was not even as good as a little boy in terms of swordsmanship or internal strength.

Under the shock of his inner strength, he couldn't help but vomit a mouthful of blood, in fact, he was not injured multiple times, he had recovered at this time, but his face was a little gray, it seemed that Murong Fu had dealt him a big blow.

Zhao Zhijing hurriedly said, "Uncle Shi, are you okay?"

"Hmph, I just remembered to ask now. Hao Datong snorted coldly, this Zhao Zhijing is like his apprentice, he always likes to make his own decisions, if he didn't stop it in time, this matter would have made a big deal today, and it would not end well.

He didn't know that it was this sound that stopped and saved the lives of all the disciples, and Murong Fu was ready to kill him.