Shocked by a dragon roar, in a moment, a tall figure, dragon and tiger step, straight into the entrance, Murong Fu was secretly happy that he was about to succeed in the sneak attack, and he was cold and unaware of the numbness on the "Shendao acupoint" behind him, and the whole body was actually lifted by the volley of life.

The "Shendao Acupoint" is the key point of the power in the hand, and at this moment, Murong Fudeng's hands were sore, and he could no longer grasp the long sword in his hand, and when he fell to the ground with a bang, he only heard Xiao Feng shouting: "Brother Lin spared your life, you attacked with a poisonous hand, what kind of hero is it?"

It turned out that Xiao Feng knew that Lin Ping's martial arts were unfathomable, and although Murong Fu was famous, he was not Lin Pingzhi's opponent.

Originally, although Murong Fu's martial arts were slightly weaker than Xiao Feng's, he was not captured in one move, just because he was angry at the time, and he was bent on killing Lin Pingzhi, and he didn't care about himself. Xiao Feng was a very delicate grappling technique this time, and he grabbed the key point, and Murong Fu couldn't move anymore.

Xiao Feng was burly and majestic, with long hands and long feet, lifting Murong Fu in the air, half straight like an eagle catching a chicken. Seeing this, Wang Yuyan hurriedly exclaimed: "Cousin!" Deng Baichuan, Gong Yeqian, and Feng Bo Evil shouted in unison: "Don't hurt my son-in-law!"

Xiao Feng sneered: "Xiao is a good man, he is as famous as a person like you!" With that, with a wave of his arm, he threw him straight out and fell to the ground.

Murong Fu flew straight out of seven or eight zhang away, and as soon as his waist straightened, he wanted to stand up, but when Xiao Feng grabbed his Shendao acupoint, the internal force penetrated all the meridians, and he couldn't relieve the paralysis on his hands and feet in this instant, and with a "bang", the whole person's back hit the ground, and he only fell embarrassed.

"That's a good point! Brother Xiao is such a hero, how can he be compared to a mere Murong Fu!"

Lin Pingzhi laughed loudly, suddenly turned to look at Murong Fu, and said loudly: "I didn't expect that in front of everyone's eyes, you would dare to sneak attack me, no matter what, if you stab me with a sword, I will also return the sword to you!" After saying that, I saw him raise his hand and point his finger as a sword, and an invisible sword qi broke through the air with a flick of his fingers, shooting straight towards Murong Fu.

At this time, Murong Fu had already suffered a heavy injury, the long sword had already been taken off, and only five or six percent of the ten percent martial arts were left, although he could still be regarded as a first-class master on the rivers and lakes, but against Lin Pingzhi's invisible sword qi, there was only one way to die.

"Be merciful!"

Seeing that Murong Fu was about to die under Lin Pingzhi's invisible sword qi, he suddenly heard a deep shout, and at the source of the sound, something flew through the air, blocking the edge of the invisible sword qi. The object was extremely small, and the formless sword qi was like a streamer, but when the two struck, there was a deafening sound.

When the momentum collapsed, Lin Pingzhi's eyes were directed, seeing that Deng Baichuan and the others had taken the opportunity to help Murong Fu retreat, and he didn't care, he took a backhand shot, and picked up a thing from the ground, it was a rosary, heavy, cold and quiet, it was made of steel, and it was this thing that saved Murong Fu's life, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, outlining a sneer with deep meaning, and shouted towards the source of the voice: "Your Excellency is not ready to come out yet!"

A gray figure flew like a goose across the sky from the top of the onlookers, and when everyone looked, they saw a gray-clothed monk with a gray cloth covering his face. When he picked up Murong Fu's long sword, he sneered and said, "Your Excellency's martial arts are strong, and the old man is happy to see the hunt, and he wants to ask Your Excellency for a few tricks." ”

After he finished speaking, he didn't care whether Lin Pingzhi agreed or not, he stepped forward and stabbed at Lin Pingzhi's eyebrows, as soon as this move came out, everyone was shocked, and Murong Fu couldn't help but shout: "How can you use my Murong clan's swordsmanship?!"

The sword of the gray-clothed monk is exactly the starting style "Sword Pointing at the Central Plains" in the Murong family's peerless "Dragon City Sword Technique" used by Murong Fu when he fought with Lin Pingzhi. Moreover, compared with Murong Fu, the gray-clothed monk's swordsmanship was more contemplative and spicy, and in a blink of an eye, he was forced to Lin Pingzhi.

"Sure enough, it's you, after a few years, let's meet again!"

Seeing the gray-clothed monk attacking with a sword, Lin Pingzhi immediately sneered, raised his hand, held the void, and instantly condensed the liquid, and the condensation turned into ice, forming an ice sword held by him in his hand, the sword blade was directional, and the moment the two swords struck, the gray-clothed monk's body was shocked, and even if he swept the sword, he used a style of "sword swinging thousands of troops" in the "Dragon City Sword Technique", the sword was majestic, the sword was awe-inspiring, and there was really the power of a thousand armies.

The second fight, Lin Pingzhi's self-possessed martial arts achievements, in the face of the gray-clothed monk's offensive, he didn't care, his wrist flipped, the three-foot ice sword cut through the sky, and it was a simple block, Zheng staggered, the gray-clothed monk's body shook again, and he retreated a step back, but his figure immediately jumped up, the long sword pointed down with the downward trend of the figure, the tip of the sword trembled slightly, the sword momentum was magnificent and vast, faintly shrouded in a radius of several zhang space, this is still the killing move in the "Dragon City Swordsmanship", called "Sword Determination Bafang".

Lin Pingzhi was unmoved, as soon as he raised his hand, the ice sword broke through the air, and reversed from bottom to top, the two sword blades exchanged blows in mid-air, and the gray-clothed monk occupied the momentum of the volley, but he still couldn't shake Lin Pingzhi's figure, one turned over, flew backwards, and landed a few zhang away to stand.

After three moves, the gray-clothed monk did not continue to attack, and stretched out the two fingers of his left hand to caress the blade of the long sword in his hand. Although this sword that has been passed down from generation to generation of the Murong family is extraordinary, after the three unfettered hard fights just now, the blade of the long sword still opened three gaps in the depths of the sword.

"With the high level of martial arts, why embarrass a junior, isn't it self-surrendering!"

The gray-clothed monk's words were full of helplessness, if he could defeat the person in front of him, why did he have to lower his voice like this? But he knew that the opponent's martial arts cultivation had made earth-shaking progress compared to the previous time, and he was far from being his own enemy, so he had to lower his body.

Murong Fu was unwilling to say: "Why do my predecessors have to intercede for me, the big deal is death, how can my Gusu Murong Fu be such a greedy person who is afraid of death!"

"Bastard!"

Hearing this, the gray-clothed monk immediately shouted angrily, he strode to Murong Fu's side, and asked sharply, "Do you have a son?"

Murong replied: "I am not married yet, how can I have children?"

The gray-clothed monk said, "Do you have an ancestor?"

Murong Fu was very annoyed, and said loudly: "Naturally, I will die of my own volition, what does it have to do with you? ”

The gray-clothed monk said: "Your ancestor has a son, your great-grandfather, grandfather, and father have sons, but you don't have a son!

Murong Ke, Murong Chui, and Murong De were all the famous kings of the Yan Kingdom back then, and they were the ancestors of Murong Fu.

When he was dizzy and furious, he suddenly heard the names of these ancestors, as if he was pouring a basin of cold water on his head, and thought: "My father earnestly warned me in the past, and ordered me to take the revival of Dayan as my lifelong ambition, and today I am angry for a while, and I am short-sighted, I am Xianbei Murong Clan from now on, I don't even have a son, what can I say about the restoration of the country?"

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but have cold sweat on his forehead, and hurriedly bowed to the ground and said: "Murong Fu has a short vision, and he has to be guided by a senior monk. ”

The gray-clothed monk bowed down to him calmly and said: "Who has made great achievements in ancient times has not gone through a lot of hardships? Han Gaozu has the difficulty of Bai Deng seeking peace, and Tang Gaozu has the humiliation of surrendering to the Turks. ”

Murong Fu knelt down to be taught, and listened to the teachings of the gray-clothed monk, as if pouring a basin of cold water on his head, extinguishing the fire of shame and anger in his heart, and suddenly sobered up, and he threw everything that could be killed and humiliated by him, and immediately kowtowed to Lin Pingzhi and said, "Lin ....... Lin Gongzi, I was dizzy for a while, please spare my life for the sake of the Zhenlong Chess Club in the past!"

Seeing this, the heroes present couldn't help but be dumbfounded again, Murong Fu's sneak attack before had greatly surprised them, but now Murong Fu did not hesitate to kneel down and beg for mercy in order to survive, such an act has simply broken through the lower limit of everyone's cognition, where is there still a little bit of heroic spirit?

Deng Baichuan, Gongye Qian, and Feng Bo Evil, as the retainers of the Murong family, were already ashamed and couldn't help themselves, even Wang Yuyan couldn't help covering her mouth, she watched her cousin being humiliated, and her tears couldn't stop falling, which made Duan Yu beat his chest and feel sad.

Lin Pingzhi flipped the ice sword in his hand, a sneer in his mouth, and he was about to respond, but he never thought that at this time, Xuan Ci, who had been scolded and torn by the people, seemed to have discovered a new continent, and suddenly shouted to the gray-clothed monk: "It turned out to be you! Murong Bo old donor, back then, you faked a message, saying that a Khitan warrior was going to come to Shaolin to seize the martial arts classics, and then all the tragic things originated from this, for more than 30 years, you have also felt guilty like an old man, and you have trouble sleeping and eating?!"

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