Lu Muran saw a rainbow flying towards the front door, so he raised his tiger head knife to resist. The tiger's head sword opened the seven-colored long sword, and Yao Guang retreated, standing five steps away from Lu Muran. The seven-colored long sword in his hand was horizontal in front of him, and three copper coins were pressed in his hand.

Lu Muran woke up from his dream by Yaoguang's blow, and said in his heart: You don't have to think too far now, the important thing is to solve the problem in front of you first. Thinking of this, he fixed his mind and said loudly, "Can I go and get my weapon?"

Yaoguang was silent, and glanced at Duanmu Mountain, Duanmu Mountain just stood up straight, looking into the distance, and did not mean to speak. Yaoguang also knew in his heart that if he agreed to Lu Muran to get his weapon, it would be detrimental to him. But after thinking about it again, even if Lu Muran didn't use his own blade, he still couldn't defeat him, so it was better to see Lu Muran's real kung fu and fight him happily for a while, and he would die well. Thinking of this, he turned back to Lu Muran and said, "Senior Lu went to get it, I'll wait here." ”

Lu Muran arched his hand, turned around and climbed towards the middle tower like a spirit ape, and only a few dodges crossed to the top of the tower. Yaoguang could only watch with the help of the moonlight below, and before he could see it clearly, he saw Lu Muran jumping down at a height of more than ten zhang, and fell to the ground with a "bang". There is an extra pair of maces in both hands, and one mace is black and dull. The other handful is all blue, and at night, the reflection of the moonlight is also dazzling. Both maces are pointed and extremely sharp.

Lu Muran: "I haven't used this pair for more than ten years, and taking them out today will definitely make this black tiger and green dragon happy." Before the words fell, his body had already rushed towards Yaoguang rapidly. Yaoguang had never seen such a fast person in the world, he was still twenty paces away just now, and in the blink of an eye, he was close to the front, and a pair of black and blue hammers smashed into him.

Yaoguang turned sideways, and the seven-colored sword in his hand turned into strength. Lu Muran didn't wait for Yaoguang to dissipate all the strength, and smashed the Qinglong Gong in his left hand, Yaoguang only felt that the force was too violent, and he was powerless to resist, so he had to protect his body with his true qi, and took advantage of the momentum to fly out more than ten steps, barely standing firm. When Yaoguang was in the air, the three copper coins in his left hand all shot at Lu Muran, two of them were blocked by the black and blue double hammers, and one of them cut through Lu Muran's clothes and flew somewhere.

Yaoguang stood firm, only to feel that his right hand was numb, and the tiger's mouth was already shaking with blood. Yaoguang also realized the power of the strong at this time, and thought that he rarely encountered opponents in this river and lake, but now it seems that he is just a frog at the bottom of the well. Fighting against such a strong man is also a yearning, so he shook his spirits and approached the seven-colored long sword and pounced on Lu Muran.

Lu Muran's black and blue double hammer had not been used for many years, and when he held it in his hand at this time, it was like returning to his youth, and his body gushed out with infinite strength. Seeing Yaoguang pounce on him with a seven-colored long sword in his hand, Lu Muran also brandished his black and blue double sword to face the battle. The two fought together again.

When the blades met, Yaoguang's defeat was already revealed. Relying on the lightness of his long sword, Yaoguang tried to break Lu Muran's throat or wrist many times, but every time he was blocked by Lu Muran's double skills, he never succeeded. Every time he blocked the seven-colored long sword, Lu Muran had several moves to follow, but Yaoguang had to defend at this time.

After fighting for fifty or sixty times, Lu Muran saw that there was a flaw in Yaoguang's left leg, whether it was fraudulent or not, the black tiger in his left hand made a false move, and Yaoguang hurriedly defended. The green dragon mace in his right hand followed up, and the chisel was firmly slammed on the knee of Yaoguang's left leg, and the crisp sound of bones shattering. Yaoguang didn't cry out from the severe pain, but he couldn't withstand the force and sat down on the ground, the tip of the seven-colored long sword in his hand still facing Lu Muran. More than a dozen copper coins were thrown out in his left hand, and all of them flew towards Lu Muran.

These copper coin darts were blocked by Lu Muran, and Yaoguang took this opportunity to stand up in severe pain, and now he only had one leg to support his body, barely able to stand, but unable to move. Lu Muran waited for Yaoguang to stand up straight, and then swept the black and blue together. Seeing this, Yao Guang knew that he couldn't dodge this blow, and he didn't defend it, and stabbed his long sword at Lu Muran's throat. Lu Muran had already expected that Yaoguang would abandon defense and turn into offense, so he let go of the black tiger with his left hand, freed his left hand to grab the seven-colored long sword, and the green dragon sword in his right hand really smashed on Yaoguang's neck, and before the black tiger gong fell to the ground in the air, it was kicked up by Lu Muran's left foot and passed through Yaoguang's abdomen.

Yaoguang lay limply on the ground, her body and head twisted.

Lu Muran pulled out the black tiger wedge on Yaoguang's body and said loudly: "The Seven Stars of Saint Xuan have all been destroyed, and there are only two of you left, who will come up first to die!"

He coughed softly twice, and walked out, this person looked like a tuberculosis ghost, with a dark face, skinny, and a cough that couldn't stop coughing, obviously a person who had been sick for a long time.

He didn't have any blades on his body, and said: "In his early years, Cui often heard people in the rivers and lakes say that Lu Muran, the master of Biao, has always wanted to compete with him, but he has always been sick because of his body, and he is afraid that Brother Lu will laugh at him and refuse to give advice. Today is really an opportunity to compete with Brother Lu. It's just that I came in a hurry all the way, and I didn't bring a weapon to take advantage of, just how my withered hands could be as low as that pair of fierce treasures. ”

Lu Muran understood the meaning of urging his life, although it was related to the survival of Tianjue Mountain at this time, he only blamed Lu Muran for being too arrogant, so he inserted his double hammer on the ground, and took off a pair of black silk gloves and carried them in his arms. spread out his hands and said: "I am the best mountain Lu Muran, I will not take advantage of you at all, so it is also safe to call you a ghost." ”

Seeing that the goal was achieved, he said with a smile: "Sure enough, there is a grandmaster demeanor, Cui admires it." As he spoke, his palms took on a stance, ready to attack at any time.

Lu Muran was also ready to attack at this time, many years ago he heard rumors about urging his life on the rivers and lakes, and he became famous for a while, and almost everyone knew about it on the rivers and lakes, but soon it disappeared, like the evaporation of the world, and no one knew the reason.

Urge the left hand to form a palm, the right hand to extend the index finger and middle finger, and both hands to attack at the same time. Lu Muran took the move with him, and the two fought each other, which was more like a life-and-death struggle between two fierce beasts. In those years, he relied on a set of life-urging palms and life-killing fingers to create a reputation in the rivers and lakes, and I don't know how many good hands in the rivers and lakes were killed by these hands in those years.

Lu Muran only heard about it, and he didn't fight with him, so he didn't dare to take it lightly. Connected with the urging hands, I only felt that the urging hands were as hard as iron, and the internal force was strong. Lu Muran didn't dare to be careless, every move was to keep the back road, and not to use all his strength. Urging also knew that Lu Muran was powerful, and he didn't dare to have a trace of slackness, his hands kept changing between his palms and fingers, and every move was urging with all his might.

The moves of the two of them changed so quickly that they fought for a hundred rounds in a short time, and they had not had such a smooth opponent for many years, and one pair of hands made it faster and faster. Lu Muran gradually used his true skills to resist this powerful life-killing finger and life-urging palm.

There are many martial arts in the world, only one can be learned, and no one can be proficient enough to gain a foothold in the rivers and lakes. With only one palm and one finger, he has been roaming the rivers and lakes for decades.

Lu Muran's fist and foot kung fu is just average, all with years of experience in the rivers and lakes and urging the battle of one hundred and ten rounds, all of which are guessing moves, and relying on his deep internal strength to lose the upper hand. urging life can also see that Lu Muran is not as good as himself in fists and feet, more daring attacks, increasing palm power, and every time he shoots Lu Muran close, he has a fatal finger to follow up in the opposite direction. Compared with Shaolin's powerful vajra finger, the Death Finger strips away the compassion of the Buddhist family, and with its own improvements, it is more vicious in its moves. With each finger stabbing, Lu Muran couldn't defend in front of him, but turned his hand to attack the back of his hand.

This move is all the full force of the order, I thought that Lu Muran, who was missing the blade in his hand, was in his bag, but he never imagined that even if he had no blade, he was not as good as himself in his fists and feet, but he couldn't take him. Even if he took the lead everywhere, Lu Muran always defended passively, no matter how he accelerated his speed and changed his moves, he was blocked by Lu Muran one by one, and he couldn't take advantage of it.

Lu Muran gradually became familiar with the path of the life-urging palm and the life-killing finger in the continuous recruitment, and the moves were ruthless, but he couldn't withstand Lu Muran's years of experience in the rivers and lakes and his natural martial arts qualifications. The number of its roads was quickly mastered by Lu Muran, and he gradually began to defend and attack. Urging me to find out, I don't know well, there is no way to retreat at this time, I can only harden it.

In the middle of winter, in the middle of the night, there was a strong wind blowing on the top of Tianjue Mountain, and the biting cold wind swept the cheeks of everyone present, including those who were lying on the ground and could no longer get up. The wailing of the tigers and leopards in the mountains continued, but the voices gradually became weaker, and the weaker and weaker wails were the last things that the tigers and leopards who were waiting for death could do.

More than four hundred times have passed, urging both hands, one palm and one finger, still hitting Lu Muran like a raging wind. Lu Muran was never injured in the slightest. The more you fight, the more calm you are, but you can't kill it for a while, and you have to consume a lot of energy to maneuver. His hands always intersected with the withered, shriveled and vigorous hands that urged his life, his hands were in pain, and he couldn't protect each other from the inside, and every time he received a move, it was like being beaten with an iron rod.

Although the urging hand has not slowed down, it has gradually felt exhausted, after all, the two have been fighting for more than 400 times. During these three hours, Urging always attacked with all his might, wanting to rely on his Urging Palm and Killing Finger to win. Who knew that Lu Muran was much more difficult to deal with than he imagined, seeing that he had roughly mastered his own methods, he knew that he was powerless to kill him. It was by relying on these two tricks to go all over the rivers and lakes, but today it failed, and there was nothing to be done.

Lu Muran felt that the action of urging the shot was a little slower than before, and he was less aggressive, and guessed in his heart: he was probably going to run out of strength. Lu Muran also consumed most of his physical strength, and he also knew that he couldn't be negligent now. Lu Muran had obtained the secret book of the Mighty Vajra Finger of Lingjing Temple in the hands of a friend many years ago, and he specialized in studying it for a month, knowing that the practice of this kind of martial arts required more than ten years of effort, making the flesh and bones hard, and out of curiosity, he just stopped practicing for a month, only feeling that although this kind of kung fu was practical, it was too time-consuming and gave up.