"Child, your mother's revenge has to be avenged, and today I vow to take off the head of Murong Lao Pifu to sacrifice your mother's spirit in the sky. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Xiao Yuanshan suddenly said to Xiao Feng, although he was surprised by the strength of the sweeping monk, but seeing that Huang Qi was no longer looking for Murong and his son to take revenge, and knew that it was time for his father and son to make a move, his heart was full of hatred, and he would not let go of hatred if he said anything.

"Dad, but your injuries?" Xiao Feng naturally wanted to take revenge, but instead of revenge, he was more concerned about his father's injuries, and he wanted to heal his father's injuries.

Xiao Yuanshan raised his hand, looked at Murong father and son opposite, and said, "It's true that my father is injured, but if I can't avenge your mother today, even if I let me survive, it doesn't make the slightest sense." ”

Murong Bo said: "My father and son, is it difficult to be afraid that you will not succeed?" Without Huang Qi making trouble beside him, he was not afraid of Xiao Yuanshan and Xiao Feng at all, and asked himself that even if the father and son couldn't take the other two, they were still sure that they would retreat.

"Amitabha!"

Xuan Pain said: "Buddhism is good, the four donors should not be ignorant, and please think about the four donors." ”

Xiao Yuanshan shouted when he heard this: "Murong old horseman, you have the courage to fight to the death with the old man!"

"Why don't you dare!"

Murong Bo and Xiao Yuanshan fought three times, how could he be afraid of him, he immediately responded to the battle, and fell outside the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion with Xiao Yuanshan.

Seeing this, Xiao Feng and Murong Fu also fell, and each stood beside Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo.

"Good, good!" Just as his hands were about to fight, the sweeping monk flashed between the two sides.

The martial arts of the sweeping monk, when he and Huang Qi were fighting, several people saw it clearly, and when they saw him standing in the middle, the two sides who were going to do it could only choose to stop.

Xiao Yuanshan said: "The master is a master outside the world, not disturbed by the world, but we are ordinary people, just want revenge, Murong Lao Pifu and I have a deep hatred like the sea, my relatives and beloved wife were all killed by him, this revenge is not shared, and I hope that the master will not stop my father and son from taking revenge." ”

The sweeping monk said: "Murong Lao Jushi needs to suffer from ten thousand needles three times a day on the three acupoints of Yangbai, Lianquan, and Fengfu, if he is not treated in time, he should be the same as Xiao Lao Jushi, time is running out, why should Xiao Lao Jushi seek revenge again?"

Murong Bo's face changed suddenly when he heard this, his three acupuncture points of Yangbai, Lianquan, and Fengfu, every morning, noon, and midnight, were indeed like ten thousand needles and needles, and the pain was unbearable, no matter what kind of elixir he took, it was not effective at all. As long as you have internal strength, the pain of acupuncture will go deep into the bone marrow. If it weren't for the desire to revive the Great Yan Kingdom to support him and let him live strongly, he would have stopped insisting and chose to commit suicide.

Xiao Yuanshan now only has hatred in his heart, how could he let Murong Bo go because of the sweeping monk's words, even if Murong Bo's time is short, he has to take revenge with his own hands, in order to vent the hatred of his beloved wife being killed, and immediately said: "Master Hugh wants to say more, you are a Buddhist monk, please don't interfere with our hatred." ”

"Good!

The sweeping monk shook his head and said, "Old Monk Xiao is so obsessed, it's really sad and lamentable!"

Xiao Feng hugged his fists and said: "Don't blame the monk, my father is just eager for revenge, and I hope that the monk will be able to guide me and save my father later." ”

"Xiao Jushi has a heart!"

The sweeping monk nodded, looked at Xiao Yuanshan and said, "Old monk Xiao, if you don't see that old monk Murong died unexpectedly, it will be difficult to eliminate the hatred in your heart?"

Xiao Yuanshan said: "Exactly! The old man has been thinking about it day and night for thirty years, and he only has this sea of blood and hatred. "For so many years, he has been able to live strongly, and revenge is his biggest pillar.

"That's easy, too!"

The sweeping monk nodded, turned around, and slapped a palm towards the top of Murong Bo's head.

Murong Bo didn't think that the sweeping monk would suddenly attack him, and in shock, he saw the sweeping monk slapping towards his Heavenly Spirit Gai, and immediately flew back, ready to avoid it.

Syllable!

The sweeping monk slapped his palm on Murong Bo's heavenly spirit cover, and it was useless to let Murong Bo dodge, he was directly beaten, his body was shocked, and he fell backwards directly.

Except for Huang Qi, everyone here was surprised and unbelievable when they saw the sweeping monk suddenly make a move and kill Murong Bo in one fell swoop. The sweeping monk's previous behavior was completely like a high-ranking monk, who would have thought that he would suddenly make a move, kill Murong Bo in one fell swoop, and commit a killing ring, the contrast between before and after is too great.

"Daddy, Daddy..."

After Murong Fu was shocked, he grabbed the body that supported his father's fall, but when he saw that his father's mouth and eyes were closed, and there was no breath in his nostrils, he hurriedly reached out to his heart and touched it, and his heartbeat had stopped.

"You.. You... You old thief!"

Murong Fu was full of grief and anger, and he never imagined that this sweeping monk who was full of compassion and Buddhism would actually do this, gently put his father's body on the ground, flew up, and slammed the sweeping monk with both palms. The revenge of killing his father is not shared, but at this moment, Murong Fu has forgotten that he is not the opponent of the sweeping monk, and he just wants to kill the enemy and avenge his father.

The sweeping monk didn't dodge or dodge, as if he didn't see it, Murong Fu pushed his palms two feet in front of the sweeping monk, and suddenly it was like hitting an invisible wall of qi, and it was even more like crashing into a fishing net. Originally, he was fierce, and the force of the rebound must be very strong, but his palm power seemed to be completely dissolved by the invisible qi wall, and then gently pushed him away, so that he was just pushed out, and after a spin landed, he took a few steps back and stopped.

Murong Fu was pushed by this, and woke up from his deep hatred, knowing that he was definitely not the opponent of the sweeping monk, he immediately stopped moving, but stood in place with one hand on his chest, pretending to be injured, and preparing to find an opportunity to raid to take revenge.

The sweeping monk looked at Huang Qi and said, "Master Huang, now that the old monk Murong has passed away, I don't know if you have let go of your enmity with him?"

"It is Murong Fu who has an enmity with the disciple, and the disciple does what he says, as long as their father and son do not leave the Shaolin faction, the disciple will never seek revenge. ”

Huang Qi hugged his fists in response, changed his words, and asked: "Uncle Shi, the disciple has a question, and I hope that Uncle Shi can answer it for the disciple." ”

"Ahh The reason why the sweeping monk sighed was because Huang Qi was still unwilling to give up hatred. But he didn't know that Huang Qi clearly knew that Murong Bo was not dead at the moment, and he also knew that the sweeping monk was going to cure Murong Bo, so he naturally wouldn't let go of his hatred, he just didn't expose it. (To be continued.) )