The crane in the cloud was hard to receive the sword of the emperor Fu in the front, and with a cold snort, his body retreated violently. I already knew in my heart that although my skills had improved greatly, I still didn't have as much internal strength as Huangfu.

Looking at it coldly, he found that Murong Bo was a little unthinking, and the magic knife in his hand rolled towards the right side of Huangfu like a wall of light, deliberately directing the opponent's attack to Murong Bo on the side!

Huangfu shook back the attacking magic knife like lightning, and after looking at it for a while, he had already realized the plan of the crane in the clouds, but he didn't think much about it, these two people were the targets he would kill, and it didn't matter if he killed the one first. Moreover, in his heart, Murong Bo was the enemy of this trip.

At this moment, Tianfeng Shake and Yan Qingfeng had already finished breathing, and the two joined forces and took the opportunity to take the attack of the crane in the clouds.

The three of them fought in one place, and the crane in the clouds was deliberately clumsy, just looking at the situation, it seemed to be more dangerous than Murong Bo's side!

Murong Bo didn't notice anything unusual, he attacked with all his might, and all the moves he made were to greet the emperor's body, ruthless and vicious, incomparable!

A move in the left hand, the Shaolin "Prajna Palm" just slapped at the emperor like thunder, and the family swordsmanship in the right hand has been endless.

Huangfu Yan didn't dare to be careless, raised his palms to greet him, and said with a smile: "The Shaolin Kung Fu you stole has not yet started, and your achievements are too low!" As he spoke, Qingluan Jian was already entangled with the other party. Everywhere you go, the wind is overflowing, and the sand and gravel are whirling.

Murong Bo snorted coldly, didn't say anything, and split the face with another palm.

Huangfu shook his palm to block it, and the two palmed back and forth, without the slightest sound.

Murong Bo's palm skills are varied, and in a few moves, he has already performed the "Prajna Palm", "Demon Palm Method", "Mighty King Kong Palm" and other palm skills in Shaolin stunts one by one.

For a while, the two of them each held a long sword to find each other's gaps and stabbed them, and at the same time, they were close to each other with one palm.

The fight was eager, and Murong Bo even turned other Shaolin stunts and family heirloom moves into his palm.

After a while, the two have already fought more than 30 moves, and the emperor saw that he was old in his moves, so he jumped out of the circle, hugged his fists and smiled: "Bear more advice, and benefit a lot!"

Murong Bo's brows jumped angrily, and he snorted: "Arrogant child, don't take advantage of your tongue!" As he spoke, he turned around with a big twist, and his palms split out from two different angles up and down, and his strength swept through, breaking through the sky like a clear sun!

Seeing this, Huangfu sneered, and the Qingluan Sword slammed into the opponent's lower abdomen dantian, and his left hand had already flashed out again and again, and the power was magnificent.

Murong Bo avoided the key point of the dantian, his body spun rapidly in the air like a barrel, and the sharp moves in the "Willow Flamming Sword Technique" leaked out like a storm. The surrounding air seemed to be cleared out at the same time, and the air flow brought by the sword momentum was like a huge wave of the angry sea, roaring and agitating!

"Man and sword are one!" Huang Fu Yan saw Murong Bo's state clearly, he didn't dare to be careless, and poured all his strength into it, and Zhou Gong's swordsmanship was even more continuous.

A series of violent noises came out, and Murong Bo was finally defeated, and his figure rose three feet away in the air.

Huangfu was in hot pursuit, and he was about to kill the enemy, Murong Bo's body that had not yet been implemented was rubbed and shrunk for a while, and the old bone shrinking skill was used, avoiding the vital point, and taking a sword.

Huangfu Yan only felt a familiar pull and shift force from the sword, and the sword blade had been deflected, knowing that the other party had used to suppress the peerless fighting and turn the stars. He smiled slightly, and was not surprised. Murong Bo's skills are not as good as him, but it is impossible to "repay the other with his own way".

At this moment, Murong Bo pointed his index finger forward, and his energy reverberated vigorously, slamming towards Huangfu. The two peerless emperors of the Murong family were more than a step superior to Murong Bo, and this move was in vain.

Murong Bo sent a few fingers in a row, his breath had become chaotic, his donkey skills were poor, his heart was desperate, he screamed, and his shaking hand was more than ten needle-shaped hidden weapons that shone brightly, and the clouds and rain in the sky were like dense raindrops falling towards the Huangfu who was approaching step by step.

Huangfu Yan's eyes shrank, and he found that these hidden weapons were as thin as cow hair, and he roared, his palms suddenly closed, and he pushed out sharply, and a vast and endless Gang Qi like the Yangtze River swept out.

The vast power was like a vast ocean, and the evil secret weapons in the air were swallowed up in an instant.

Seeing Murong Bo's predicament, the crane in the cloud suddenly buckled his palm to the pipa bones on the shoulders of the Tianfeng Evilman, but under his feet, he quietly used a move of "folding the pile and connecting the bow legs" to attack Yan Qingfeng.

The second elder didn't expect that the other party had been showing weakness to the enemy, and he was already a step too late, and in a panic, he just had time to lean out and make a slamming move.

Fortunately, the crane in the cloud did not seek to kill the enemy with one blow, and after severely injuring the two of them, his body flashed, and he pounced on the side of the emperor, and the magic knife slashed horizontally, cutting into half of Murong Bo's body.

The two of them rolled to the ground just in time, and Murong Bo's screams had already sounded.

The unexpected blow of the crane in the clouds, the emperor was completely defenseless.

"Haha......" The crane in the cloud laughed wildly, and the shrill voice penetrated dozens of miles, as if the water of Taihu Lake began to surge, and the calm lake surface set off stormy waves.

The three of them felt a chill in their hearts, and they really couldn't guess each other's strange behavior.

Huangfu Yan had seen the strangeness of this magic knife, and looked at it intently, and sure enough, Murong Bo split half of his body, and he didn't see half a drop of blood falling.

Yan Qingfeng and Tianfeng also discovered this strange scene, and their scalps were numb!

Murong Bo hadn't lost his breath yet, and he struggled to raise his hand to pull out the magic knife, but his energy seemed to be rapidly devoured by a bottomless pit, and he laughed miserably: "You...... What kind of knife are you! ...... cultivated the 'Blood Transformation Knife'!"

The words "Blood Transformation Knife" spit out from Murong Bo's mouth, Yan Qingfeng couldn't help but be taken aback, and hurriedly said: "Door master, stop this kid from performing magic skills!"

Huangfu Yan and Tianfeng Evil Ke looked at each other, it was inexplicable, so they heard the crane in the cloud sneer and said: "The old thing knows a lot, but it's too late!"

As he spoke, he suddenly pulled out the magic knife from Murong Bo's body, and the blade fluoresced as if he wanted to come back to life.

Murong Bo twitched a few times and lost his breath.

Yan Qingfeng sighed: "The 'Blood Turning Knife' and the 'Rotten Bone Palm' are collectively known as the two great magic skills of Fusang, and it is said that those who are hit by the 'Blood Transformation Knife' will die of dried blood!"

Everyone looked at Murong Bo who had fallen to the ground, and sure enough, they saw that his whole body was dry, and only a trace of blood seeped from the sweat on his forehead!

Huangfu frowned, "It's Fusang again, how can this land of projectiles be full of such strange arts!" Thinking about it, he suddenly remembered the previous scene of Yanagi Ichiro sacrificing the knife with blood, and blurted out: "Oh no!"

Sure enough, the crane in the clouds stood still for a moment, the black mist of the magic knife in his palm was churning, the sword light was like a match, and the strange roar was repeated, and the spirit of the magic knife had awakened.

Although the power of this "Blood Transformation Knife" is huge, the conditions for casting it are too harsh, and ordinary blades can't do it at all. This secret book has been placed in the Returning Water Pavilion for countless years, and no one in the Murong family has really cultivated it.

When Murong Bo was young, he was greedy for shortcuts to demonic skills, and he cultivated for a while, but he used the palm instead of the knife to perform it, and it seemed that he was somewhat familiar with Gu Mozhi's flame knife, but when he used it, his palm was as black as ink, and the smell was overflowing, but the power was mediocre. Such bloody kung fu is completely inconsistent with the forced character of his Gusu Murong hypocrite, so he reluctantly abandons this craft.

Yun Zhonghe has been exploring the bloodthirsty nature of the magic knife for a long time, and not long ago when he peeped into the Water Pavilion, he discovered this secret book, and he was ecstatic, he had been secretly cultivating for several months, and he had secretly tried the power of this magic skill on a water thief.

The Fusang magic knife in his hand seemed to exist for this magic skill by nature, and the combination of the two was by no means a simple one plus one equals two. If it weren't for that, how would he dare to stay here and fight the emperor's death! )