Chasing all the way, the internal qi of the two people in the forest was constantly stimulated, but although the Xuanbei martial arts were high, compared with Murong Bo's light skills, it was obviously not a grade. The sword qi slashed out, and several powerful forces hit Xuan Bei.

"Monk Xuanbei, you and I are old acquaintances. How can you run, and if the old man lets you go, don't you reluctantly underestimate the old man. Murong Bo was not easy, he opened his mouth to strike, hoping to distract Xuan Sorrow and make him mess up.

Master Xuanbei was angry in his heart, but he didn't dare to stop. He deeply knew that his own force was not enough to win against Murong Bo, and once he was caught up by the other party, he would inevitably die. Xuan Bei is not afraid of death, but there is no point in not wanting to die, at least let him transmit the news that Murong Bo is not dead back to Shaolin.

Xuan Bei's figure flashed with sword aura, and his speed couldn't help but slow down. Murong Bo was overjoyed when he saw this, and in the blink of an eye, there were several sword qi horizontals, and his figure was like a great peng rushing away. Master Xuanbei knew that something was wrong, and when he turned around, he punched, and the great Wei Tuo pestle turned into shape, and the punch was super powerful.

Murong Bo rushed forward, he didn't dare to take it hard, and he swung the sword in his hand with hatred, and his true qi was like a river overturning. As soon as the two of them fought, their internal strength was scattered, and the surrounding trees fell in response.

"Where to go. Murong Bo watched Xuan Bei's figure run out again, and he was also in a hurry. If Master Xuanbei is allowed to walk out of the forest, then it will be difficult to kill him again.

Master Xuanbei obviously knew this, so he turned around and left without saying a word. The internal force was running to the extreme, and the figure was like the wind. Murong Bo secretly hated his carelessness, but this was not the time to blame himself, the family heirloom martial arts came out, and the speed suddenly accelerated a lot.

Since Gu Mozhi separated from Murong Bo, he didn't know where to go for a while. I wanted to return to Tantra and follow the army to attack Shaolin again, but after learning Pan Dao's Wuxiang Divine Skill, he changed this idea, and he knew that whether to act with Tantra's senior brothers was secondary, as long as he appeared in Shaolin. Then nothing is a problem.

Gu Mozhi heard that Pan Dao's team had invaded Henan, and the distance from Shaolin was getting closer and closer, but the news of Murong Bo never came. This made him a little unhappy, it was rare to do one thing but there was no result, which made Pan Dao look at him in the future, not to mention that the secret of the Wuxiang Divine Skill was still in the hands of the other party, and he had to compromise.

There was no exact news, so Gu Mozhi followed Murong Bo's traces by himself, he had been friends with Murong for decades, and he knew quite well about Murong Bo's methods of handling things and his stealth whereabouts. It's not. Gu Mozhi arrived in advance to Luliang Prefecture on the border of Dali.

Murong Bo shot out with one finger, and the strength of his fingers came out of his body, and his fingers blocked Xuan Bei's route, and his figure finally jumped in front of Master Xuan Bei. "Old bald donkey, see how you are running this time?"

Xuan said disdainfully, "Old Pifu Murong, you have chased and killed me for more than a month, and you want to kill me every time, but in the end, you didn't let me get away." His eyes wandered. Think of the fastest way to break out.

"Xuan Bei, I don't think you have to struggle anymore. How can you still dodge my killer when you are wounded? Although it is said that running from Jiangnan to Dali, it is sad. When will you ever be able to get rid of me and seek help? Murong Bo said, and with one move of sword qi, he had already made a move.

Master Xuanbei's heart was cold, and Murong Bo's pursuit of him was simply like a shadow. He was not given the slightest chance to enter the capital. Every time he escaped, the master of fantasy could only walk along mountain roads or inaccessible places, just to ask for help. Ordinary people are also powerless, but can only create murder.

It's not that there are no heroes in the rivers and lakes who see it, but as long as they dare to make a move, Murong Bo will kill no one left. How many real masters are there in the world, for them in the innate realm, they are completely sent to death. Except for giving Master Xuanbei a chance to escape, it had no effect.

Xuan Bei didn't think about returning to Shaolin, but the team of the Xingzhu faction had already entered Henan and surrounded Shaolin's sphere of influence, and the war there was about to break out. As long as he dares to appear, he will be discovered as soon as possible, and then he will really have no way out. Therefore, Master Xuanbei could only take risks and rush in the direction of Dali.

Luliangzhou, the border between Dali and the Great Song Dynasty, is not famous. It's just that because it is on the border, and the Great Song Dynasty and Dali are brothers' allies of the two countries, the trade is quite prosperous. Among them, Dali believes in Buddhism, so there is an important temple in the local area, the name of the body ring temple.

Xuan Bei refreshed his mind and condensed his internal qi, his fist power shook away the sword qi, and instead of retreating, he advanced, and blasted towards Murong Bo with a punch. Murong Bo was overjoyed, the same Great Vedic Pestle style punch was coming, and it was very powerful. The two punched each other, and Murong Bo slapped it with his backhand, splitting the empty palm immediately.

Xuan Bei remained silent, his footsteps were slightly wrong, and his fist technique hit Murong again, "Murong old thief, you secretly learned my Shaolin seventy-two stunts, thinking that Wei Tuo's kung fu has been learned, but I don't know that it is far from the main skill, how dare you kill me with this skill." ”

Murong Bo didn't refute, one sleeve of his robe was pointed out, and his finger shot out of thin air, "Xuan Bei, do you really think I can't help you?" Xuan Bei said, "Of course, the old monk won't think that you can't kill me, Murong old guy, transfer the family heirloom martial arts to the stars, otherwise if you want to kill the poor monk, there are no three or four hundred rounds, that's a fantasy." ”

Murong Bo bullied up, the sword in his hand flipped down, and the sword technique of fighting the stars was suddenly displayed. The fist power of the Great Wei Tuo pestle instantly countered back, but how could Master Xuanbei, who had been prepared for a long time, fall for the trick, he knew better than anyone how terrible this martial art was, and at the same time, he also knew better than anyone how this martial art should be used.

Xuan Bei's body borrowed his strength, and he took advantage of the Wei Tuo pestle-style shock he hit to return, and immediately distanced himself from Murong Bo. Murong Bo didn't expect Master Xuanbei to have such a move, but he also understood that although Xuanbei borrowed the power of Wei Tuo's pestle fist, the internal force of Douzhuan Xingyi also hit the other party.

Seeing Xuan Bei's figure running towards the Body Ring Temple in front of him, Murong Bo's face immediately became extremely ugly. Murong Bo never thought that there would be a temple in the quiet wilderness far from the world. It's just that what he didn't expect was that the door of the Body Ring Temple suddenly opened, and a familiar figure walked out proudly.

Xuan Bei's figure suddenly stopped, and he looked at the monk in front of him, and a bad feeling arose. Sure enough, Murong Bo spoke in the back and said, "Brother Gumo Zhixian, I'll stop him for my brother." ”

Gu Mozhi also saw Murong Bo who rushed over, and there was a fine light in his eyes, and then he noticed the old monk in front of him. "You're Xuan Bei?"

Xuan Bei was shocked, he didn't expect that the monk in front of him could actually call out his Dharma name, and looking at his appearance, he seemed to know Murong Bo. "Yes, you monk, who are you?"

Gu Mozhi stepped forward, "The little monk Tantra, the big wheel temple Gu Mozhi, the national teacher of the Tubo country." "The Gumazhi, who is in an important position, reports his origin and has his own majesty.

Xuan Bei thought in his heart that the relationship between this Tantra and Shaolin had always been bad, and now it was the Xingzhu Sect and Tantra who joined forces to kill Shaolin. And this monk has an old relationship with Murong Bo, and it seems that he will not be able to escape this catastrophe today. It's just that I don't know what the martial arts of this Gu Mozhi are, but the kung fu of the person who wants to be a brother and brother with Murong Bo must not be low, and it would be great if he could solve a disaster for Shaolin when he was dying.

Xuan Bei gave up his politeness, looked at the two masters, and knew that he would not be spared, he let go of his thoughts of escaping, and said arrogantly, "Come on, let Lao Na meet you." (To be continued......)