The fist and sword collided and erupted into a crisp roar, and the fist power that penetrated through the meridians almost made Murong Feng's True Qi Sword shatter. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Yan Ruyu's expression was solemn, seeing that one move could not be achieved, he took a deep breath again, and then used the "Lung Injury Technique" in the Seven Injuries Fist General Technique with his left fist, the fist shadow was erratic, and Murong Feng suddenly felt a Yin power coming towards him. At the same time, his right fist secretly used the "Liver and Sausage Destroying Technique" in the Seven Injuries Fist General Technique, and the fist blade was like a drum and a heavy hammer smashed straight into Murong Feng's waist and eyes.

For a while, I saw Yan Ruyu come out with both fists, like thunder. The faces of several grandmasters present changed slightly, and they were secretly shocked that the Seven Injuries Fist really lived up to its reputation.

Facing Yan Ruyu's thunderous fists, Murong Feng couldn't help but turn pale, and his heart was even colder, feeling a strong deadly threat rushing towards him. But in an instant, the pounding of her heart dispelled the negative state, and made her feel an unprecedented blood boiling.

Because this is the bloody battle she has been looking forward to!

"Good time!" Murong Fengqing shouted to embolden himself, but he didn't shake the punch with all his might, but turned over and hid.

Yan Ruyu's fists were like maggots on tarsal bones, and their fists did not leave Murong Feng's body, making her tired of dodging. If it weren't for the subtlety of his body, I'm afraid he would have been defeated by the fist.

Yan Ruyu punched one punch after another, like a big wave. Moreover, the Seven Wounds Fist has the heaviest momentum, and it hurts itself before hurting the enemy, but the more it can stimulate the ferocity in the heart. Especially when it is made by the boxing master who is immersed in this way, it is like a raging storm, there is no flaw at all, and it can only be broken by force, otherwise it will be bombarded into slag by the continuous fist shadows.

Feng Bo below is also good at fist and foot kung fu, so his blood is boiling, and he frequently applauds loudly while drinking wine.

And Murong Feng, who had been suppressed, also knew that he could no longer be passive like this, so he turned his wrist and drove the sword light to draw a mysterious arc.

Yuan Hui Monk and Chang Qingzi, who were nodding frequently, opened their eyes in unison and froze their expressions.

Because Murong Feng's rotating arc sword light seemed to contain some kind of exquisite sword technique.

The next moment, Yan Ruyu blasted into the sword light with a punch, only to hear a muffled sound on the ground and explode a circle of qi waves.

The two of them were immediately shaken away by this wave of qi, and Yan Ruyu's continuous fist shadow immediately broke.

"What kind of swordsmanship are you?" Yan Ruyu twisted her numb wrist and said with a solemn expression.

Murong Feng pulled the sword light, and said: "Dugu Nine Swords, Broken Palm Style." Specializing in all kinds of fist and foot kung fu. ”

Yan Ruyu rubbed her wrist and nodded: "It turns out that this is Dugu Nine Swords?" Terrible! I can't imagine that there are such exquisite swordsmanship in the world. If it weren't for the fact that the head of Murong withdrew three points of true power at the last moment, I'm afraid that this hand of mine would not have been able to be saved. ”

"Yan's seniors have won the award, but the juniors are just lacking in skills." Murong Feng had a double sword, and the seven swords behind him were even more buzzing and soft, and he chuckled: "I have just seen the Seven Wounds Fist of the seniors, now I will ask the seniors to guide the swordsmanship of the juniors." ”

"Please!" Yan Ruyu narrowed her eyes, and the many flying swords beside Murong Feng were on guard.

"Hurry!" Murong Feng's heart moved, and Feng Ling's seven swords took the lead in shooting out and forming a round of sword formations in the air to cover Yan Ruyu, followed by Ling Yun Xuanyue, but it flashed and was vague, making it difficult to catch its trace.

Yan Ruyu didn't dare to be careless, and a punch shot out like a cannon.

Murong Feng's sword array was suddenly scattered by the strength of the fist, but it immediately split into countless streamers and stabbed at Yan Ruyu.

Yan Ruyu shook the tiger's body, raised his fists and shouted, and a series of fist shadows were blasted, and the seven Fengling Flying Swords and Lingyun Xuanyue were all blown away in the air, making it difficult to get close to him within a hundred steps.

"The veteran grandmaster is really profound!" Murong Feng's eyes were brilliant, and he turned his twin swords and threw himself up to join the battle group.

For a while, the sword shadows flew in the sky, the fist shadows were stacked, and the two of them were inseparable.

Crazy Dao Xiaotian exhaled lightly and said slowly: "This girl's swordsmanship is more refined than the last time I met. ”

Feng Bo stared at the two of them who were fighting fiercely in the air, and asked, "Senior Crazy Knife, I heard that the head of Murong had fought with you, can you tell me what happened that time?" ”

Crazy Dao Xiaotian said frankly: "In that confrontation, I only competed with this girl for a few moves, and I won half a move, but lost the knife technique." ”

"What? How can it be? The few people next to him all changed their colors and turned their heads to look at him in disbelief.

Crazy Dao Xiaotian shrugged his shoulders and said: "This girl's Dugu Nine Sword is really a rare and exquisite sword technique in the world, and one of them is still specialized in breaking the sword. It's not a shame for me to lose in front of such a peerless swordsmanship. After all, moves are dead, but people are alive. ”

Several people were immediately relieved, after all, the same move was used by different people, and the power must be very different. Otherwise, Crazy Dao Xiaotian would not have finally defeated Murong Feng in half a move.

"Amitabha." Yuan Hui Shen Monk Heshi sighed: "When Lao Qu was young, he had heard of this Dugu Nine Sword Sword Technique, and it is said that this sword technique has a total of nine styles, which are divided into "Broken Sword Style", "Broken Knife Style", "Broken Spear Style", "Broken Whip Style", "Broken Rope Style", "Broken Palm Style", "Broken Arrow Style", "Breaking Qi Style". As its name suggests, each style specializes in breaking all kinds of strange doors in the world. If someone can learn all these nine styles, they can break all the martial arts in the world. ”

Several people present were shocked in their hearts, and they stared at the confrontation between the two in the air with wide eyes.

And Chang Qingzi, who had never spoken, spoke at this time: "Poor Dao learned from a deceased friend that this Dugu Nine Sword actually has a set of self-contained Mystical Nine Styles. If someone can coherently perform these nine forms of mystery, there will be no one in the world who can defeat them. It's a pity that the friend of the poor road only had a glimpse of it, and he didn't see it all. ”

Several people present were all amazed and yearning.

At this time, the battle situation of the two in the sky happened to be reversed. When Murong Feng sacrificed his sword array to attack with all his might, Yan Ruyu was completely suppressed and could only be exhausted from parrying. However, the Seven Wounds Fist, which should have been good at attacking and not defending, was also leaked by the tiger and tiger he danced, making it difficult for Murong Feng's sword formation to advance for a while.

The two fought back and forth in the sky for hundreds of rounds, Yan Ruyu jumped out of the battle first, panting and waving her hand: "Stop, stop, don't you girl know how to respect the old at all?" Finally let me catch my breath! ”

Murong Feng took a long breath of his sword to calm down his violently beating heart, and chuckled: "Senior Yan, if you want to admit defeat, Senior Yan, just say it." ”

"Throw in the towel?" Yan Ruyu rolled up her sleeves, clenched her fists and said frantically: "I will admit defeat??? Again! I don't believe in evil today! ”

Murong Feng put away his flying sword, shook his head and smiled: "I think it's better to forget it, Senior Yan, I'm afraid your physical strength has bottomed out, right?" ”

"What stamina?" Yan Ruyu looked dazed.

Murong Feng laughed and explained the game setting.

Yan Ruyu hurriedly opened his personal attribute and took a look, sure enough, his physical strength was on the verge of exhaustion, if he continued to fight, it was estimated that he would not be able to continue flying without Murong Feng's move, and he fell directly from the air and fell to his death, then this face must be a big loss. After all, even if he is a strong grandmaster, he is just a rookie who has just entered the game in the game.

"And this setting?" Yan Ruyu said with a black line on her face: "Why didn't you say it earlier?" ”

"You didn't ask me." Murong Feng spread his hands and smiled: "Besides, don't you do your homework before entering the game?" ”

Yan Ruyu immediately said: "Then the one just now doesn't count, let's count the victory or defeat at most, and when I practice this broken level, let's compare it in a dignified manner." ”

"Okay, that's a deal." Murong Feng smiled calmly.

Then the two flew back to the top of the mountain, and as soon as Yan Ruyu's feet landed, she felt that her legs were weak and she almost fell on her heels, which made Feng Bo laugh.

Everyone heard the conversation between Murong Feng and Yan Ruyu just now, so after laughing for a while, they all sighed that the setting in this game was really close to reality.

While eating and drinking, everyone asked Murong Feng what other noteworthy settings there were in this game, Murong Feng naturally knew everything, and also mentioned that when everyone was fine, they could go to the game forum to see the experience posts posted by those gods, which was the most useful for rookies who had just entered the game.

And Yan Ruyu, who almost 'died of exhaustion', even saved a small life by eating Haisai nonsense, and sighed how many years he lived, and it was the first time he encountered a situation where he almost starved to death.

Murong Feng ate and drank enough to replenish his physical strength, and looked at the grandmasters present with an eager face.

Seeing her staring at herself with a smile on her face, Liu Mei hurriedly waved her hand and smiled: "Master Murong, you better find someone else to learn, I can't even catch thirty moves of your Dugu Nine Swords." ”

"Okay." Murong Feng shrugged helplessly, and looked at Crazy Dao Xiaotian again, but he didn't expect Crazy Dao Xiaotian to drink with Feng Bo with a wine bowl, as if he didn't see her gaze begging for battle.

Murong Feng grinned, and his eyes glanced at the Yuanhui Divine Monk with a kind face, but if you think about it, forget it, don't look for abuse.

In the end, only the white-eyed old Taoist Changqingzi remained.

As soon as the white-eyed old Dao saw Murong Feng looking at him, he immediately laughed and said, "The Dugu Nine Swords of the head of Murong are indeed peerless, and the poor Dao is ashamed of himself." ”

"Hey, hey, you're not bored. Say yes and learn from each other? Don't just eat and be lazy! Murong Feng said with an unhappy face, and finally gritted his teeth and looked at Yuanhui Divine Monk with death-defying eyes.

Monk Yuanhui just smiled and didn't say anything, Murong Feng almost coaxed, but he still gritted his teeth and said, "Monk, why don't we make a few moves?" ”

Yuan Hui Monk: "Hehe. ”

"What do you mean?" Murong Feng said speechlessly: "If you don't say a word, you don't look at the Buddha face, but also look at the table full of vegetables." ”

"Poof!" Yan Ruyu and Feng Bo sprayed on the spot, and it was the first time that the two of them had seen the old monk blackmail with Zhai vegetables.

But the monk Yuanhui always smiled kindly, and did not say or clearly refuse.

Murong Feng gritted his teeth for the last time and said, "Ah, I suddenly remembered that my maid seemed to have pulled out a Buddhist scripture when she was cleaning her room recently......"

Monk Yuanhui immediately opened his mouth and smiled: "Since Murong Shi wants to have a discussion with Lao Gao, Lao Gao will naturally accompany him. ”

"Old fox." Murong Feng scolded secretly, but on the surface, he was smiling and happy.

And everyone was speechless, so they watched the two get up and walk outside the pavilion.

"Monk, according to the rules of the rivers and lakes, you have to let me make three moves." Murong Feng took the lead.

"It doesn't matter, the donor just helps." The monk Yuanhui smiled and recited the Buddhist scriptures silently, and this kind appearance made people can't bear to shoot at him.

Murong Feng settled down, and a trace of essence flashed in his eyes. Then he condensed his breath and conjured up a spiritual qi true sword and stabbed straight at the Yuanhui Divine Monk.

The Yuanhui Divine Monk didn't dodge or dodge, as if he didn't see Murong Feng stabbing with a sword.

The translucent blade in Murong Feng's hand was about to stab the old monk's chest, but it was suddenly blocked by an invisible aura.

I saw a circle of ripples at the tip of the sword, revealing a transparent bell that protected the old monk's body.

"Golden bell jar!" Murong Feng's eyes narrowed and urged the Force vision, but she saw that the old monk was like a small humanoid sun emitting a strong dazzling light, and she couldn't look at it directly.

The monk Yuanhui is dressed in a novice cloth clothes, and there is no wind and automatic, obviously reciting Buddhist scriptures silently, but it is like the Buddhas singing in the ears buzzing and roaring, making people's hearts shake and difficult to concentrate.

Murong Feng was shocked in his heart, and hurriedly fixed his mind, abandoned his sword, and flew back.

Over there, Feng Bo immediately shouted: "Master Murong, it's a move!" ”

Murong Feng glanced at him with an unkind face, condensed an aura true sword, and said in a deep voice: "Divine monk, the next move that the junior is going to use can only do his best and cannot spare any strength, so please be careful." ”

Monk Yuanhui nodded slightly, always maintaining an unfathomable smile on his face.

Murong Fenglian moved lightly into the air, first adjusted the angle of attack, and then raised the spiritual qi true sword with both hands and began to breathe.

Fortunately, she made a three-move contract, otherwise this long gathering time alone would have been enough for her to die hundreds of times. So she has hardly used this trick lately.

As Murong Feng's momentum continued to rise, the heavens and the earth immediately changed color.

There seemed to be an invisible suction force coming from the sharp blade in Murong Feng's hand, and the originally translucent sword blade also became pitch black, as if a black hole was frantically devouring everything around it.

For the first time, Monk Yuanhui's face changed slightly, and his expression showed a trace of solemnity.

As for the other Grandmasters, their faces were already full of shock, obviously Murong Feng's move was beyond the scope of mortal power!

Chang Qingzi and Crazy Dao Xiaotian were the first to sense the danger, and the two glanced at each other, and immediately rolled up the food and wine on the table and jumped away from the top of the mountain. Yan Ruyu and the others also hurriedly flew away to avoid Murong Feng's attack range.

After dozens of breaths, Murong Feng's momentum had climbed to its peak, and the long sword in her hand was as deep as a black crack. Even before the ultimate move is released, it has already affected the stability of the surrounding space, stirring up layers of spatial ripples.

"Master, please be careful." Murong Fengqing snorted, his eyes turned white!

"Upanisha: Eclipse Moon Flash!"

The sword slashed down!

The Yuanhui Divine Monk and the Golden Bell Jar of the Protective Body were directly divided into two, followed by the mountain peak under his feet, and then where the sword blade pointed, the space, the mountains, and the earth were all divided into two, and they were neatly cracked!

There were no earth-shattering loud noises.

The space that was split by a sword quickly healed itself, but the mountains below directly collapsed into a sky of smoke and dust and disappeared with the wind.

There is only an endless abyss left on the earth.