The whole square fell into silence with the appearance of this person, and the most surprising person was none other than the three of Xuan Silence, they were beaten without temper under Murong Fu's sword just now, just when they closed their eyes and waited for death, the little monk in front of him, who should be regarded as his own apprentice and grandson, was able to block Murong Fu's sword, looking at the gray monk's robe on his body, the faces of several people were very good-looking for a while!

As soon as this figure appeared, it immediately attracted many shocking eyes, and the heroes of the rivers and lakes present did not show their sharp eyes, after the Shaolin sect passed away from the ancestors of the spiritual word generation, the monks are now ranked by 'Xuan, Hui, Void, and Emptiness', and looking at the clothes of this person in front of him, he is a disciple of the Shaolin faction.

Just such a Shaolin junior, he was able to take over the sword of Nan Murong, who had defeated the first seat of Shaolin in a row, doesn't that mean that the strength of this little monk of the imaginary generation is much stronger than the three Xuan Lin just now?

Everyone's mouths slowly opened wide, and their eyes looked at the little monk in front of the three of Xuan Lonely like dull eyes, at this moment, the Jianghu Qunhao only felt that this world was really full of drama, Suo, everyone finally came back to their senses from this shocking scene, rubbed their faces vigorously, and looked at Murong Fu in the field!

"Is that you?"

Murong Fu also frowned slightly and looked at the figure that suddenly appeared, he was also a little surprised in his heart, but after a short period of depression, he came back to his senses, he really forgot that this stupid boy was still in the Shaolin faction.

This person's voice suddenly sounded slowly in the audience: "This, Murong Shi, the little monk doesn't want to interfere in your fight with the three senior uncles, it's just, it's just"

The rules of the rivers and lakes are not allowed to destroy other people's competition, which is a big taboo, and at this moment, he is not good at words at all, and he doesn't know how to explain it, so he has to help the three of Xuan Lin to Xuan Ci's side, and then said to Murong Fu: "I'm really sorry to take the liberty of making a move, and I ask Murong Don't blame him." ”

For more than 20 years, he has never said a word in public in the temple, and at this moment, under the solemn atmosphere in the main hall, he can't help but feel extremely uncomfortable: "The little monk retires!"

This person is Xuzhu, from beginning to end, he has been standing in the shift of the monks of the Xuzi generation, and when he saw Murong Fu coming up the mountain, he was heroic and compelling, and all the heroes present were gloomy, and he couldn't help but be heartbroken.

But because the two parties are hostile, although they have a friendship with Murong Fu, they are not easy to greet, but at this moment, seeing that the three senior uncles and ancestors are in danger, they can't continue to watch from the sidelines, so they have to stop it.

Looking at Mu Ne's sluggish Xuzhu, Murong Fu also knew that he was not good at words, and shook his head disapprovingly at the moment, turned his head and glanced at Xuan Ci deeply, and there was no trace of emotion in his tone: "Master Shaolin Xuanbei died in the Body Ring Temple in Luliangzhou, and died in the way of my Gusu Murong, and he was also under him." ”

Speaking of this, Murong Fu's voice paused, and continued: "Yes, the Shaolin faction held a hero conference to denounce Murong Fu, and there was no complaint in the future, today, whether it is a group battle or a solo fight, I Murong Fu will take it one by one, and solve all the grievances and grievances in one battle, Abbot Xuanci, what do you think?!"

Although Abbot Xuanci was extremely shrewd, after Murong Fu's words fell, his pupils shrank slightly, and his face was finally completely solemn, he could think that Murong Fu and Murong Fu went to Shaomu Mountain to resolve grievances, but he didn't expect that he still underestimated the courage of his aunt Sunan Murong.

He Xuan Ci naturally knew very well what Murong Fu meant, if the Shaolin faction did not dare to engage in the war, then it would be shameless to say that it would be faceless, but if it was to engage in the war, who would he send to make a move?

Xuan Ci and Xuan Lin glanced at each other, and they both felt that it was tricky, Murong Fu's strength made them a little jealous, but if they really let the Shaolin faction dare not fight in front of the world's heroes, then their Shaolin faction's face was also gloomy

With the silence of Xuan Ci and the others, the atmosphere in the entire square became depressed, and the heroes of the rivers and lakes on the side all closed their mouths with interest in knowledge, carefully watching the development of the situation.

Suddenly, I heard the abbot of Xuanci say: "Good, good! If you create karmic causes, you will have karmic results, Murong Shizhu dares to admit that my Xuanbei junior brother was killed by you in front of the world's heroes, this pride, the old man admires, Xuzhu, you come here!"

When Xuzhu heard this, although he didn't know what was going on, he also walked out of the shift of the Xuzi generation of monks, and then knelt down in front of Xuan Ci, and folded his hands: "Abbot!"

Xuan Ci looked at him for a long time, although he didn't understand the origin of Xuzhu martial arts, but seeing that he took over Murong Fu's martial arts, the tricks were exquisite, and the internal strength was profound, far better than the first few of their Xuanzi generations, enough to match Murong Fu, although it was a little unreasonable to let a third-generation disciple go to the battle, but at this moment, Shaolin's century-old reputation cannot be lost, Xuan Ci can only do this!

Xuan Ci's face was calm, staring at Xuzhu and said: "You are the third generation disciple of this sect, and the battle of grievances between the Shaolin faction and the Murong Shizhu is up to you to represent the Shaolin side!"

Although Xu Zhu was reluctant to make a move with others in his heart, he heard the abbot's order, but he didn't dare to disobey it, and bowed down and responded: "Yes!" walked a few steps and said, "Murong Shi, please be merciful!"

Murong Fu was also slightly shocked when he heard Xuan Ci's words, and looked at Xuzhu, his eyes were a little suspicious, he never thought that Xuanci would actually send Xuzhu to fight with him.

I didn't think much about it at the moment, and with a casual pull, several sharp sword flowers flashed out, my eyes raised slightly, and I said softly: "I didn't expect that we still have a chance to fight!"

Looking at the bland color on Murong Fu's face, Xuzhu was also stunned, and then slowly smiled bitterly: "Murong Shishi, the master's order is difficult to disobey, Xuzhu is offended" In fact, he is also extremely reluctant to do anything with others, but he is a Shaolin disciple, and the concept that has been instilled since childhood makes him extremely respectful of the elders of the master, and he can only choose to fight!

Murong Fu didn't care and smiled faintly at Xuzhu, and looked at Xuan Ci with a little deep meaning, is this considered a son fighting for Lao Tzu?

Then he shook his head with a faint smile, and removed these messy thoughts from his mind, and a flat voice resounded: "It's okay, I've already said before, whether you Shaolin is fighting in a group or alone, it's up to you!"

Murong Fu's voice fell, and Xu Zhu immediately apologized: "Offended!" After speaking, his palms kept bowing, it was Wei Tuozhang's starting hand "Lingshan Worship Buddha".

Seeing Xuzhu swinging his fist, Murong Fuping's eyes changed instantly, as if he was indifferent to everything, at this moment, there was no more turmoil in his heart, not a drop of water was shocked, no matter who the other party was, Murong Fu only regarded the person opposite as an opponent, since it was an opponent, there was only one battle against it.

Murong Fu had luck in his hand, and the sword flowers danced towards the void bamboo, and in an instant, he only heard a few sounds of 'snort', and the cold sword light pierced the sky, as if flowing clouds and water, and in an instant, the void bamboo was enveloped inside.

At this moment, Xuzhu has the deep internal strength of the three masters of the Xiaoyao faction, compared to Murong Fu, it is not the slightest difference, and then at the bottom of the valley of the bridge, Wu Xingyun has to do his best, and the martial arts are even more beneficial, and as soon as he bows down with both palms, the monk's robe on his body will bulge slightly, and the real air will turn around, protecting the whole body!

The sharp sword light, flashing with devouring coldness, Xuzhu sat on a horse-drawn bow and fought back, but it was a black tiger stealing heart in Luohan's boxing, and under the internal force of Xuzhu's body, which was not weaker than Murong Fu's, the extremely simple Luohan fist made it exert a mighty fist style, and at the same time, it seemed that this sharp sword light could not advance a single bit!

Don't look at Xuzhu being able to break through Murong Fu's sword light offensive, but it itself is not comfortable, the urging of the sword in Murong Fu's hand, every punch he throws, while blocking Murong Fu's sword light, his fist is also shocked and trembling.

Xuzhu is no matter how wooden it is, and he knows that he can't go on like this, so he let go of his fist at the moment, but no longer fights with Luohan boxing, but turns his fist into a palm, and uses the "Tianshan Six Yang Palm" to meet it, scorching and pressing.

Feeling the futilely returning sword, Murong Fu took a deep breath, and with this breath inhaled, a fighting intent also rose on his body, and the internal force in his body also became active, and the vast and majestic sense of oppression surged from Murong Fu's body like a storm!

Facing the palm wind offensive that Xuzhu unleashed, Murong Fu smiled, did not retreat but advanced, the Protector Sword in his hand shook suddenly, and the cold sword light dragged out three sword shadows, bringing a low sonic boom sound, stabbing at Xuzhu's palm.

"Bang Bang Bang"

Although the Void Bamboo only resisted with the Six Yang Palms, it was also extremely rigid under the cover of its majestic internal force, and it burst out in an instant, slapping directly at the oncoming sword shadow, shattering it violently, and making a crisp collision sound.

But listening to the loud bang in the field, it was obvious that Murong Fu and Xuzhu were fighting heartily, as Murong Fu's sword light became faster and faster, Xuzhu's internal strength was also deep and strong, and when he made a move, he was naturally extremely light and agile, his body turned at will, and his speed was not much worse than Murong Fu!

In the blink of an eye, the two of them fought faster and faster, and there was only a purple shadow and a gray shadow in the field, and the figures of Murong Fu and Xuzhu were like two shadows.

Seeing the two fighting like this, the danger in it was that the onlookers were frightened one by one, and they all thought: "If I fall for this trick, I will inevitably die a cruel death!"

The palm wind against the sword, the offensive of the two of them became extremely fierce almost in an instant!

"Immortal Dragon City!"

Murong Fu's calm eyes suddenly flashed with a fierce color, and the edge in Murong Fu's hand was even worse, and the sword light on the tip of the sword spat out in a long way, and a sword qi condensed by internal force swept towards the void bamboo (to be continued.) )