Snort!

Duan Yu's hands pressed out continuously, and one after another invisible sword qi struck towards Murong Fu.

Murong Fu's face changed drastically.

Shaomu Mountain, when Duan Yu was against him, the six-vein divine sword was still ineffective, and he was pressed to the ground by him and almost killed.

Now Duan Yu seems to have completely changed as a person, and between shots, it is very natural and smooth, and there are no flaws.

In fact, of course, there are flaws, but Duan Yu's speed of action is too fast, one sword does not fall, and another sword rises, Murong Fu can't even deal with it, so he can still take care of the attack.

Murong Fu's chic and elegant appearance was completely gone, he was tired of coping, and constantly used the Dou Zhuan Star Shift, reluctantly moving Duan Yu's invisible sword qi out of the city.

"Stand back, step back. The abbot hurriedly shouted loudly.

It was not practical for the abbot of Xuan Lin to greet him, and the group of heroes retreated one after another, and the black-clothed dead soldiers under Murong Bo also kept retreating.

Rao is these people saw the opportunity quickly, and there were still several people who were accidentally injured by the invisible sword qi, but fortunately, after being transferred by Murong Fu, their strength was greatly reduced, except for a black-clothed dead man who was mistakenly hit by mistake, the rest of the people were not in danger of life.

Only Hong Jin and Murong Bo did not retreat, and the invisible sword qi fell beside them, and they were naturally turned into invisible.

This time, it was very eye-catching, Hong Jin was faintly regarded as the leader, at least at this moment, only he and Murong Bo could fight against each other.

Murong Bo's brows furrowed, obviously worrying in his heart.

It's not that Murong Fu is not good enough, at the age of thirty, he can practice such skills, which is already rare in the world.

But the young man in front of him is really perverted to the extreme, such a strong internal force, compared to him Murong Bolai, is exactly the same, so how can Murong Fu resist.

"Don't ...... Don't hurt my cousin. Wang Yuyan endured it a few times, but she couldn't help but open her mouth and shouted.

Mrs. Wang glared at Wang Yuyan fiercely, and Wang Yuyan's body couldn't help but take half a step back.

The group of heroes felt that it was out of place, Duan Yu was fighting hard for the other party, Wang Yuyan actually interceded for the other party, wasn't this brain kicked by that?

Even though Wang Yuyan is as beautiful as a flower, there are still a few people who don't know how to pity the fragrance and cherish the jade, scolding and scolding there.

Wang Yuyan has never suffered such grievances in her life, and she can't help but burst into tears, which seems to be very lovable.

"Alright, alright, less words. There were high-rollers who secretly admired Wang Yuyan, so they naturally spoke for her, and there was inevitably chaos in the audience.

"Hands-on. Murong Bo suddenly shouted, and the sound shook the four fields.

Qunhao immediately clenched his blades, thinking that Murong Bogou jumped over the wall in a hurry, no longer fighting alone, and wanted to rush up.

The strange thing is that after listening to Murong Bo's words, the dead man in black did not move, while Murong Fu and Duan Yu were already doing it, why did he say it?

At this moment, Qunhao suddenly felt that there was a big mess in the team, and then the four high-rollers were thrown out by the Shaolin monk, and they were all pointed at the acupoints by the Shaolin monk.

"Tell the abbot, these people are all traitors, and they want to sneakily obey Murong Bo's arrangement. Xuan Xuan stepped forward and said.

It turned out that Murong Bo wanted to rely on the sad and crisp breeze to capture Xuan Lin and the others, so he invited the fire foreman Tuo from the Western Regions.

In advance, Murong Bo had already arranged spies among the group of heroes and let them blend in with the group of heroes.

Because Hong Jin and Mrs. Wang had heard Murong Bo's plan in the stone room in advance, the abbot of Xuan Lin and the others had been standing upwind.

There is no way, Murong Bo can only use the second plan, and wants to use the spies to secretly release the sad breeze directly within the group of heroes.

As a result, the abbot of Xuan Lin was reminded by Hong Jin, and he had already been in the team and sent Shaolin monks to control everywhere, so he successfully captured the traitors and threw them out one by one.

Qunhao looked at it, Huang Boliu and Wu Xiong were both found out, and in addition, there were two people who couldn't help but scold.

These spies pretended to hate each other and deliberately deceived people's ears and eyes.

Hong Jin groped in their arms, and sure enough, they all felt the sad breeze, which was contained in a transparent bottle.

"It's yours who give it back to you. Several group heroes stepped forward and threw Huang Boliu and the others at Murong Bo.

However, in the air, these people have been killed with heavy techniques, which means killing chickens and showing monkeys.

At this time, Qunhao was already full of emotions, and everyone's hearts were filled with a strong fighting spirit and hatred for Murong Bo.

"Since you're going to do it, let's do it. The abbot of Xuan Silence shouted loudly and raised the Zen staff in his hand high, full of momentum.

Even though Xuan Lone's martial arts are not the highest in the field, but his prestige is unparalleled, Shaolin Temple has been holding martial arts for thousands of years, it is no accident.

Under Xuan Lone's shout, the heroes all got down from the mountain and rushed desperately towards those black-clothed dead soldiers.

The courage of morale can win the three armies!

Qunhao has been suppressed for so many days, trapped for so many days, hungry for so many days, the anger in his heart is really irrepressible, and everyone has burst out with 100% combat effectiveness at this time.

The dead men in black have always been known for not being afraid of death, but when they saw the group of heroes in front of them, they were even more afraid of death than them, and their hearts were messy.

The group of heroes is like a group of tigers, and the monks are more like the kings of the tigers, they all waved the Shaolin stick in unison, and the millennium of the Shaolin Temple was all beaten out.

"Resist me, kill me!" Murong Bo shouted frantically, he knew that he couldn't retreat at the moment, and once he retreated, it would be completely over.

There were two black-clothed dead soldiers, and they were still trying to escape by the chaos, but Murong Bo raised his hand and flew out of the air with his fingers, and these two people were immediately shot away, and they lost their lives in the air.

When the rest of the black-clothed dead soldiers saw this, their hearts tightened, and they hurriedly rushed forward.

In the last bloody fight, Qunhao realized what is brave and what is fearless, and in this case, Zhilu Dao often bursts out with extremely strong combat effectiveness.

Now, under the guidance of anger, they thought of their brothers who died in bloody battles, and they aroused infinite courage, and they waved the blades in their hands and slashed at the dead soldiers in black.

This is an irreversible momentum, a torrent surging down, and the heroes are constantly slashing and slashing, and they see the dead men in black, constantly falling in front of them.

Blood, blooming in front of their eyes, arms and heads, constantly separated in front of their eyes, but the heroes were not afraid, one person died, and the other immediately rose up, in this fierce battle, they forgot the meaning of life and death.

Hong Jin was completely stimulated by his blood, the Jiuyang True Qi in his body flowed, as if there was a red-hot sun, every move was made, the momentum was like a dragon and tiger, it must be a huge amount of power, and the black-clothed dead man, in front of him, could not withstand a move at all.

It didn't take long for Hong Jin to meet Murong Bo, as if this was a fateful encounter, and this was the battle that should have been.

Murong Bo killed the heroes, just like chopping melons and vegetables, ordinary high-rollers couldn't stop his moves at all, and he was connected by his fingers, and he buried his life one after another.

"Little thief, I hate not killing you in front of the Shaolin Temple back then, which caused you to have today's troubles. Murong Bo shouted angrily.

Indeed, Murong Bo's skill back then far surpassed Hong Jin, Hong Jin couldn't even resist his moves, if he was bent on chasing and killing Hong Jin at that time, he would have a chance.

However, now that the times have changed, the fearless young man of the year has grown into an opponent who can match him, and he will regret it again, and it will be too late to regret it!

"Murong Bo, you have done a lot of evil, and if you are expected to repent, I am afraid it will only be a failure. You have lived up to the expectations of the sweeping monk and killed yourself, and I can't let you go. Hong Jin's voice said unhurriedly.

Hong Jin's opponent is Murong Bo, and he can only be Murong Bo.

For the rest of the battles, he believed that Qunhao would not let him down, and the Shaolin monk was even more trustworthy.

"No one can stop me from reviving Dayan, and anyone who stands in my way will die. Murong Bo sneered.

At this time, Murong Bo became crazy, he knew that the situation was not good, but it was not something he could control, although the black-clothed dead man was important, it was just a tool he used.

Call!

Murong Bo slapped a Wei Tuo pestle and smashed it towards Hong Jin, this pestle, he was angry and wanted to break Hong Jin's tendons and fractures with a pestle.

Hong Jin slapped the Tianshan Six Yang Palms over, and it was the Yang Ge Tianjun who was quite powerful.

The two of them exchanged fists and palms, and the strength immediately poured out, and a loud noise suddenly came, and the strength scattered out.

The black-clothed dead soldiers and the fighting high-rollers nearby, some of whom reacted quickly and fled far away, were so frightened that they fled in a hurry, but it didn't matter, but there were those who were close and slow to react, all of whom were thrown up by a gust of air current, and they couldn't help but be thrown into the distance.

There was slowly an area in the field, which was where Hong Jin and Murong Bo were fighting, and in this area, the wind was as strong as a knife, and the black-clothed dead soldiers and the heroes did not dare to approach.

Hong Jin's heart was full of enthusiasm, unusual, and his shots were all offensive moves, but he didn't know that this was exactly in line with the true meaning of Jiuyang Divine Skill.

Jiuyang Divine Skill is originally an offensive move, and the emphasis is on once you do it, you can move forward without the slightest fear.

However, Hong Jin's temperament is relatively mild, so his Jiuyang Divine Skill, with hard practice, slowly grows with time, but he has never realized the essence.

Whew!

Hong Jin completely drove away Jiuyang's true qi, and the entire area was filled with the sound of his palm power breaking through the air, and the palm power formed waves one by one, constantly rolling towards Murong Bo.

Murong Bo constantly changed his martial arts, but no matter how much he changed, he could never attack Hong Jin's side, so he was easily resolved by Hong Jin.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Murong Bo could only grit his teeth and work hard, fortunately, he still had the miraculous skill of saving his life, seeing that the situation was not good, he was moved to the side by him in an instant.

Hong Jin knew that if he couldn't break Murong Bo's Douzhuan Xingxing, it would be difficult to kill him, so he gritted his teeth and urged Jiuyang's true qi to the extreme, with him as the center, forming a wave of palm power.