"Tut-tut, Brother Murong is really a father and son!" A voice sounded behind him, "But Brother Murong, you even killed your own son for this secret book, is it really worth it?"

"Brother Chu is not looking for his own opportunity, what are you going to do with me?" Murong Bo said as he reached out to grab the copy of "The Great Shift of Qiankun", but Chu Feiyun, the sword god of the Tianshan Mountains, was faster than him, stepped forward and kicked the cheats out and flew out, falling into the hands of his apprentice Li Feng.

"I'm sorry, Brother Murong, in fact, my purpose is also this secret book. Do you really think I don't know what you deliberately befriended me for, but thank you Brother Murong a lot, if you hadn't sacrificed your son, I'm afraid I wouldn't have gotten this cheat so easily. Hahahaha!" Tianshan Sword God Chu Feiyun laughed.

"Brother Chu thinks what he got is the real "Great Shift"?"

"Oh, is this cheat still fake?" said the Tianshan Sword God, and this was going to take over the cheats from his apprentice Li Feng and take a look. At this time, Murong Bo moved, and he pointed at the heart of the Tianshan Sword God Chu Feiyun. It turned out to be one of the seventy-two Shaolin stunts. Chu Feiyun had been guarding against Murong Bo for a long time, and when he saw him move his sword, he slashed his fingers. Murong Bo sneered in his heart, his Maha finger would be slashed by the sword, only to see his fingertips turn slightly, sticking to the sword and still running towards Chu Feiyun. Chu Feiyun took a step to the side and let go of Murong Bo's finger.

Legend has it that the ancestor of the Murong family stole the mutilated version of the Shaolin Seventy-two stunts from the Shaolin Scripture Pavilion, it seems that what he said is true! As soon as Chu Feiyun, the sword god of the Tianshan Mountains, spoke, the speed of the sword increased suddenly, and it was the thirty-six swords of the Tianshan Mountains of his Tianshan Sword Sect.

Murong Bo had already torn off all his masks and restored his heroic nature. The Maha finger was unpredictable in his hands, he had been fighting against Chu Feiyun, and Chu Feiyun's sword moves were less than his penny. The sword moves that attacked him were all skillfully led elsewhere by Murong Bo.

"Huh! This is your Murong family's Dou Zhuan Xing Shift! It's really powerful, but I don't know if you can't take my trick. After Chu Feiyun finished speaking, the sword suddenly let go, and flew towards Murong Bo with a sword of luck. It is one of the three major killing moves of the Tianshan Sword Sect. To put it slowly, it was extremely fast from Chu Feiyun's shot to the time the sword stabbed in front of Murong Bo's body in the blink of an eye.

Murong Bo shouted, using all the strength of his body, trying to move this sword elsewhere, but it backfired. With a thud, the sword passed through his left chest. Murong Bo screamed, and his body fell to the ground. The Tianshan Sword God laughed, and stepped forward to pull out the sword from Murong Bo, in his opinion, Murong Bo was hit so hard that he would be seriously injured if he didn't die.

He walked up to Murong Bo and looked condescendingly at Murong Bo who was vomiting blood, "Brother Murong becomes the king and loses, you don't want the younger brother." Just now, you can go to Huangquan, and you father and son can also go together. Hahaha!"

"I, I..." Murong Bo seemed to have been hit through the heart by a sword, blood kept coming out of his mouth, and he struggled to say something? Chu Feiyun frowned, "Brother Murong still has a wish?" Saying this, Chu Feiyun squatted down and put his ear to Murong Bo's mouth to listen to his last words.

"I, I, I want you to die!" Murong Bo gritted his teeth and said these words, Chu Feiyun suddenly felt bad, he wanted to get up and dodge, but it was too late. Murong Bo, who was lying on the ground, tried the dragon grip with his right hand and directly reached into Chu Feiyun's right chest, crushing the heart of the Tianshan Sword God Chu Feiyun.

Murong Bo staggered up and looked at Chu Feiyun, who was dead, "Brother Chu, my heart grows on the right side! I'm sorry to lie to you!" Thinking of this, he casually clicked on a few big points on his chest, and he wanted to chase them out.

There was a "pop" sound. A person flew in from outside, and it was Li Feng who ran out. Murong Bo didn't say a word, and it was another dragon grasp, which directly ended his life. Murong Bo looked down at his hand, and "The Great Shift" was nowhere to be found.

At this moment, another person came in from outside the door, it was Lu Yiming, an outcast of the Wudang faction. "Uncle Murong has been gone for a long time!"

"Virtuous nephew, what's going on?" Murong Bo's eyes narrowed when he saw the cheats in Lu Yiming's hand, and he asked casually.

"So that my uncle knows that my little nephew is no longer studying art in Wudang, and he has the heart to serve under my uncle. It's just that I don't have a recommendation, so I will dedicate this secret book to my uncle today, and I hope my uncle will accept it with a smile!" Lu Yiming handed over the secret book with both hands after speaking.

Murong Bo didn't pick it up with his hands, but looked Lu Yiming up and down with a smile and said: "The virtuous nephew is the dragon and phoenix among the people, and he is willing to take refuge under the command of a certain person, which is the best." You also saw the tragic death of your brother Murong, and it was miserable for a certain family to have no children under their knees. ”

What kind of person is Lu Yiming, he is better than a fox with a tail. As soon as he heard this, he immediately knelt on the ground and said: "The righteous father is above, the unfilial son Lu Yiming has kowtowed!" Both of them seemed to have achieved their goal, and the two foxes, one big and one small, burst into laughter.

"Father-in-law, is my brother's body buried here?" Lu Yiming asked respectfully.

"Hey, let's build a tomb for him after the house collapses!" Murong Bo sighed lightly, his own son died, and the cold-blooded Murong Bo felt uncomfortable. Lu Yiming listened, came to the several pillars of this house, and the sword clicked a few times, and when they came out of the room, the entire house collapsed, burying the bodies of Murong Bai, Chu Feiyun and Li Feng below.

"Ming'er, for my father's injury, I need to find a remote place to heal, so let's quit!"

"Naturally, I accompanied my father!" Lu Yiming said respectfully. Then the two quietly left the place and disappeared.

On the other side, the abbot of Shaolin Temple found a relic of a high monk, and together they found such relics as the white-eyed eagle king and the purple-shirted dragon king of Mingjiao and Yang Xiao, the owner of the bloody house.

"Amitabha, this thing is left by the high monks, and I hope that everyone will not compete with the poor monks. The abbot said with his hands folded.

"Treasures have lived in the virtuous since ancient times!, the master said that he was domineering!" said Yang Xiao, the owner of the Bloody Clothes Building. Because the abbot knew that this thing could not be good, but no matter how many people there were on the other side, he would never give up this relic.

(End of chapter)