In the early autumn of Jiangnan, there was less grace and more gloom, and there were a few more people who participated in the sword training of Zhuang Murong Fu, and there were a few more people who came to watch the battle, including Deng Baichuan, Gongye Qian, Bao Wei and a few evil people who came to watch the battle.

Standing on top of a bluestone with a sword, no matter how the wind blows, Murong Fu is as motionless as a rock, and opposite Murong Fu, there is a monk in a yellow robe who is less than fifty years old, clothed and shoeed, and there is absolutely nothing different, but his face is radiant, faintly like a yellow-robed monk with treasure light flowing, just like that, as if he fits with heaven and earth.

Murong Fu raised his head slightly, looking at Gu Mozhi opposite, but he smiled slightly, took out nine sword flowers casually, and said with a smile: "King Ming's strength is the top powerhouse in the world, and Murong Fu will definitely benefit a lot from a battle today." ”

"Murong Gongzi is wonderful, and the little monk also wants to see the strength of Murong in Gusunan, so everyone can point to this battle. "Although Kumachi has a persistent pursuit of supreme martial arts, he is also excited about fighting with the strong.

"Let's get started"

After Murong Fu calmed down, his eyes became indifferent, at this moment, there were no waves in his heart, not a drop of water was shocked, no matter who the other party was, what Tianlong Four Uniques, what Tubo National Teacher Dalun Ming King Jiu Mozhi, Murong Fu only regarded the person opposite as an opponent, the only battle.

Gu Mozhi was surprised by Murong Fu's transformation, usually the wind was light and calm, and he had the demeanor of a young man who was a beautiful and turbid son, but when it was time to fight, his eyes became cold and abnormal, and he said: "The little monk was just a happy one back then, dabbling in it at will, and his habits were very sparse, and this way of fingering was a flower finger." I saw that the thumb and forefinger of his right hand were gently touched, as if he was holding a flower, his face was smiling, and the five fingers of his left hand flicked to the right.

Deng Baichuan and others outside the field were also surprised, this flower finger is an extraordinary fingering in the Shaolin 72 stunts, the monk in front of him is obviously not a Shaolin monk, but can Shaolin fingering?

But seeing that his fingers were extremely soft, every time his left hand popped out, it was like he wanted to flick off the dew beads on the flowers in his right hand, but he was afraid that the petals would be shaken off, and his face was always kind and smiling, and he seemed to know deeply, but Gu Mozhi didn't necessarily have any magical power between his fingers, and he flicked it dozens of times at Murong Fu

Murong Fu understood that the subtlety of the dipping finger lies in the soft force, and the sword in his hand stabbed out, the tip of the sword was straight, and suddenly a few feet of unstable purple mang, the sword was immediately under Murong Fu's control, and stabbed towards the void dipping finger pointed out by Gu Mozhi, a purple arc shadow, sharp sword tip, seemed to penetrate the air obstruction, with the collision with the strength of the dipping finger, a few crisp sounds of "ding", Murong Fu dissolved Gu Mozhi's dipping finger.

Gu Mozhi saw that several feet of purple light suddenly burst out from the tip of Murong Fu's sword and exclaimed: "Sword mang, sword mang! Murong Gongzi actually comprehended the sword mang, looking at it today, the little monk has never seen anyone comprehend the sword mang! Murong Gongzi comprehended the sword mangs at such a young age? It is really incredible. ”

Then he didn't use fingering with Murong Fu, since Murong Fu comprehended the sword, then his fingering, whether it was the Doroye finger, the flower finger, or even the Wuxiang robbery finger was not as powerful as the sword, so Gu Mo Zhi turned his finger into a knife, ran lightly, and fought with Murong Fu in close quarters, as soon as his arm met Murong Fu's sword, he immediately changed his moves, and cut out with one arm, although it was empty-handed, what he made was the "wood-burning knife method". After the practice of this knife method, in a dry wood next to the fast chop ninety-nine eighty-one knife, the blade can not damage the wood in the slightest, the subtlety of this knife method lies in the fast, fast to the extreme, the heat emitted by the knife in the fast extreme, the wood is ignited, it can be seen how fast the knife speed.

But it was Gu Mozhi who saw that Murong Fu's sword was sharp, no longer touching hard, attacking quickly, and at this moment, he was using the palm of his hand as a sword, slashing and slashing, all of which were the way of Shaolin martial arts. He slashed down, the sound of the wave, and the knife rose again, and the true power of the Hauma Chi ran through the edge of the arm, and the sharpness of this knife was not inferior to the treasure knife.

Murong Fu knew that Gu Mozhi was involved in Shaolin's seventy-two stunts, and he didn't dare to hold it up at all, his face was solemn, the sword in his hand trembled, and slowly moved at a strange angle, and every time the long sword moved for a minute, it would leave a sword-shaped afterimage, and the moves were endless, as if flowing water, and in an instant, it made Gu Mozhi like a curtain of light.

Being attacked by Murong Fu such a quick round, Gu Mozhi was jealous of Murong Fu's sword, and for a while he seemed a little in a hurry, unable to parry, only to resist with the wooden knife method, but at this moment, Murong Fu used the "Dragon City Sword Technique", this piece of sword curtain shrouded him in it, a little restrained, at this time, Gu Mozhi couldn't even use the "Ran Mu Knife Method", Gu Mozhi suddenly thought about it, and only attacked Murong Fu's face when he made a move, "Great Wisdom has no definite finger", "Go to trouble finger", "Silence grasp", "Indra grasp" , successively used six or seven Shaolin stunts, aiming at Murong Fu's eyes and throat to greet him.

I have to say that Gu Mozhi snatched back the lost opportunity this time, taking advantage of this gap, Gu Mozhi dodged away from the range of Murong Fu's sword curtain and said with a smile: "Murong Gongzi has good strength, he understands the sword at a young age, not to mention, and his shot is also extraordinary." After speaking, Gu Mozhi's palms were like holding a round ball, and his internal force was transported out, and a fiery sword qi flew towards Murong Fu.

Looking at this move, Murong Fu's eyes narrowed, this Gu Mozhi finally used his mastery, as soon as the "Flame Knife" came out, Deng Baichuan and the other four ministers who were watching the battle couldn't help but pay full attention, it was this move, the four of them joined forces, and they were all defeated under this move, and they were looking forward to how the prince would resolve it.

The Dou Zhuan Star moved to the Protector Sword, and the sword light on Murong Fu's sword gradually turned from dark purple to pale, and Murong Fu's right hand holding the sword flew over, and the Protector Sword danced extremely quickly, and the afterimages that swung out of the sword condensed into a light cluster the size of a grinding plate, and the flame knife was immediately crushed when it touched Murong Fu's light cluster.

The four ministers were dumbfounded, when will the prince make this move? The afterimage of the sword dance formed a large light cluster, and the sword light flow inside was extremely powerful, and as soon as the flame knife touched the light group, it was twisted to pieces, and the four of them couldn't help but secretly say in their hearts: "Amazing." ”

Gu Mozhi did not believe in evil again, his body was slightly sideways, the sleeves of his robe were waved, his palms were pierced from the bottom of his sleeves, and the tricks of the four 'flame knives' slashed at Murong Fu at the same time, Murong Fu was a first-class martial artist after all, and his internal strength was much worse than that of Gu Mozhi, not to mention, just that moment was also very expensive, if it wasn't for the fact that he was so familiar with the Dou Zhuan Xing that he couldn't be familiar with it anymore, it would be impossible to do that step just now.

Murong Fu gritted his teeth and took out his four moves of the 'Flame Knife' at the end, but under the impact of Gu Mozhi's extremely strong internal strength, his body was in the same guise, and with a "wow" sound, he spit out a mouthful of blood, and Gu Mozhi was also hit by Murong Fu's hidden finger on the wrist, and the blood flowed, and Murong Fu did not let go of this only opportunity, and with a leap of flowing body, a purple shadow flashed out like a ghost, appearing opposite Gu Mozhi.

Murong Fu gritted his teeth and put all the remaining inner lining in his body into the sword, "King Ming takes me a move, Immortal Dragon City!" As soon as the voice fell, a sword qi condensed by internal force swept towards Gu Mozhi, Gu Mozhi urged the internal force to resist, and the trees on the sides of the two of them turned into sawdust in an instant, and the sword was uncertain, and the training still did not stop, and pressed towards Gu Mozhi fiercely.

There is a big difference between the strength of Murong Fu of the first-class peak martial artist and the strength of Gu Mozhi of the super-first-class realm, although Gu Mozhi has the seventy-two stunts of Shaolin, but Murong Fu has comprehended the sword that super-first-class swordsmen do not necessarily have, so the difference has been made up.

The dust was raging, and the four of Deng Baichuan outside the field couldn't see the scene of Murong Fu and Gu Mozhi fighting at this moment, after a long time, they saw that in the field, Murong Fu knelt on one knee, the sword of the protector sword in his hand was pointed to the ground, and he did not fall, but his mouth was spitting blood, and Gu Mozhi on the opposite side had broken his sleeves, his palm had a few sword marks, a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were full of incredulity.

A bitter smile crossed the corner of Murong Fu's mouth: "King Ming, this battle, you still won, cough, cough"