Feng Bo Evil had already fallen into the hole with one foot, and suddenly a gray sword light struck, and the suffocating aura frightened his soul, and he desperately turned his body, and the golden power under him was also swept by the sword light.

After the storm regained his freedom, he slapped the rubble without hesitation, and after a few somersaults in the air, he returned to Li Mochou's side, and complained with a pale face, "Miss Li, the fourth child's leg was almost cut off for you, you won't be a personal vendetta, right?"

Li Mochou rolled his eyes and said lightly, "Then you go back, I promise that I won't save you again this time." ”

In fact, Fang Cai's scene really scared her, although she was inexplicably able to use the Chengying Sword to slash out a powerful sword light, but she couldn't control it at will, if she really cut off one of the legs of the storm, this oolong would be big.

Li Mochou was palpitating, but on the surface, he remained silent, and asked instead, "What did you see inside?

The previous golden power was masculine and mellow, and it was yin and yang, rigid and soft, obviously not Murong Chao's doing.

The face of the evil news of the storm also became solemn, "You guessed it, there is a dungeon under the main hall, which houses a master with his limbs locked, I can't feel how deep his skills are, I just peeked at it from a distance and found it for him, I guess I am afraid that he is not under the prince, but he seems to be the enemy of Shangshu Mansion, and now he is negotiating with Murong Chao." ”

"There are even masters?" At this time, Li Mochou was also a little stunned, not counting the dead Murong Teng and the seriously injured Murong Xi, Shangshu Mansion has two masters of the True Yuan Realm, Murong Chao and Murong Chui, and now there is another one, the foundation of this Shangshu Mansion is inevitably too deep, right?

"This matter is absolutely true," said the storm evilly, "you see if you should immediately notify the prince to retreat, we are afraid that we will have no hope of gnawing this bone today." ”

Li Mochou naturally knew that the best way at the moment was to retreat before the nameless master came out, but she knew Murong Fu's temperament very well, and she made such a big move but went back in disgrace, only to be ashamed and ashamed.

"What to do, what to do......" Li Mochou was anxious, but helpless.

"Give me the Heavenly Sword, and I'll help Childe. But at this moment, the storm spoke.

Li Mochou thought that there was only that, so he handed over the Heavenly Sword to Feng Bo Evil, while she was tightly pinching the hilt of the Chengying Sword, obviously looking for an opportunity to make a move.

Speaking of which, the turmoil has never touched this heavenly sword, and at this time, when the heavenly sword starts, it actually gives birth to a strange feeling of "a sword in hand, I have it in the world", and his eyes are slightly red.

"What are you doing, why don't you make a move?" Li Mochou couldn't help but snort coldly when he saw that he didn't move for a long time.

The storm came back to his senses in an instant, and secretly said in his heart, "The sword of the evil sect", and then held the hilt of the sword with both hands, and flew up to slash out with a sword in the air, his swordsmanship was sparse and ordinary, and the weight of the sword was not light, it was difficult to call, he could only pour the true qi into the sword, so as to give birth to sword qi.

The tip of the sword cut through the void, and a pale red sword qi suddenly flew out, and Murong Chui was breaking through Murong Fu's six veins with one sword, but at this moment, a chill appeared behind him, and he had no choice but to return to the sword to defend himself.

Almost at the same time, Murong Fu's hands were counted in the air, and no qi flew out, but the void was blurry, and it was the Murong family's family heirloom and finger.

Murong Chui felt a tingling pain in the meridians for no reason, and his body stagnated for a moment, and after a moment's delay, the sword qi of the storm had already reached a few feet behind him, although the power was not unprecedented, but if the mortal body was killed, it would be either dead or disabled.

"Hmph!" Murong snorted coldly, there was not the slightest panic on his face, and his body squatted suddenly, and his upper body and lower body seemed to form a fold, avoiding the sword qi without any damage.

Dodging this blow, the true yuan in his body operated freely, but before Murong Chui could change his moves, a cool breath suddenly rose in his heart, and a gray light and shadow seemed to be glimpsed in the corner of his eye, and Murong Fu in front of him also flicked his fingers in a row, and a large area of colorful sword qi shot towards him.

At this time, it was too late to dodge, so Murong Chui had to desperately urge the "Dou Zhuan Star Shift", and a layer of blue and red light was aroused all over his body, and at the same time, he subconsciously swung his sword to block the gray light and shadow.

"Puff puff" a few times, Murong Fu raised his eyes and couldn't help but be stunned, his six-vein divine sword sword qi actually passed through Murong Chui's body, without hurting him in the slightest.

However, after the Longquan Sword touched Li Mochou's gray sword light, it let out a clear sound, and then the blue light disintegrated, and even the sword and hand flew out, and the weird "Dou Zhuan Xing Shift" couldn't stop the sword light of the Chengying Sword.

Murong was in severe pain, his body was twisted, and he had already retreated, he wanted to catch Longquan, but Murong Fu was one step faster than him, and he opened his hand to suck the Longquan Sword into his hand, but he had no choice but to retreat farther away, staring fiercely at the culprit of all this, Li Mochou and the storm.

Very disgusted to remove the severed hand, Murong Fu rolled up his sleeves and wiped left and right, and finally held the Longquan sword in his hand, his hand was slightly heavy, and there was a cold feeling coming from the palm of his hand, he looked down at the sword body, and sure enough, there was a feeling of coiling dragon in the abyss.

"Good sword, really good sword!" Murong Fu waved his hand twice, and couldn't help but praise it out loud, but soon he frowned again, this sword is not as smooth as the Heavenly Sword in his hand, it seems to be similar to the Heavenly Sword, but the power in Murong Chui's hand is not weaker than the Heavenly Sword at all, what is going on?

What made him feel even more strange was that the Longquan sword represented "slaying the dragon", symbolizing nobility and purity, but no matter how you look at it, this sword has a sense of evil, and a faint smell of blood.

He took a closer look and suddenly found that there were more than a dozen extremely fine blood threads on the Big Dipper hole on the original sword.

He didn't know if this bloodshot had existed before, or if it had only appeared in the fierce battle later, but he understood that this sword must have been dealt with by some special means, thinking of what Murong Chui had said before, he couldn't help but ask, "What did you do to this sword?"

"Do you think the old man will tell you?" Murong said coldly, at this time he broke a hand, although he quickly stopped bleeding, but after all, he was old, and he had been fighting with Murong Fu for so long, and his dry skin was faintly white, a bit like rotten meat, which looked extremely penetrating.

"Don't say it, hahaha, Chengying, Longquan, this trip is really worth it!" Murong Fu looked at the Longquan Sword in a daze, and couldn't help but say proudly, as for the secret of the Longquan Sword, he didn't care much, now that the sword has fallen into his hands, as long as it takes time, I'm afraid that I won't be able to study it.

Thinking about this legendary sword, it is already a blessing to invite the heavens to get one, and today it is unexpectedly gathered two of them, and anyone will not be able to hold back the excitement in their hearts.

Smug and proud, Murong Fu did not get carried away, he also noticed the disturbance in the hall before, no matter what other masters there were, killing one at the moment is counted as one, it is naturally best to finish Murong Hang first.

Thinking of this, his body suddenly swept out, the long sword waved, and countless sword shadows flew one after another, although he couldn't exert the true power of the Longquan sword, but with his current martial arts, even if it was an ordinary long sword in his hand, the power was not trivial.

Murong Chui was cut off a hand, but his body technique was still there, and he still had some skills, and when he saw that Murong had regained his murderous intent, he immediately used his body technique to dodge.

Murong Fu has learned a lot of martial arts, no less than five or six light skills alone, especially he has also practiced the earth shrinking technique, at this time, the space is folded, and in an instant, he has come behind Murong Shui, with a light wave of his arm, countless sword shadows swarmed and gathered, turning a thousand into one, and cutting down a sword mercilessly.

Murong Trai was so frightened that his soul was scared, but at this time, his body was sluggish and unarmed, so he couldn't do it, except for urging the Dou Zhuan Star to the extreme, he really couldn't think of any way to save himself.

But even though the stars of the Shang Shufu are mysterious, at this time, the skill is at the bottom, where can he exert much power, when life and death are at stake, he doesn't care about any face, and he opens his mouth and shouts to the main hall, "Save me!"

It seemed that in response to Murong Chui's call for help, a voice immediately came from the main hall, "Xiaoyou has to spare people and spare people, don't you need to kill them all, right?"

Before the words fell, a figure loomed, as if it was close to the end of the world, and a leap had already come to Murong Shui's side, one hand was lightly raised, and a dazzling golden light lit up in his palm, and then an invisible big hand appeared out of thin air, and actually incorporated all Murong Fu's complete sword qi into his hand.

Murong Fu's pupils shrank, and after a closer look, he found that it was a big golden handprint dragging the sword qi, and the small golden sword qi around him scattered most of it, and that feeling was like Wuzhi Mountain suppressing Sun Wukong, everything was under control.

Murong Fu raised his eyes and looked at it, he couldn't help but look strange, it was really this person's dress was too weird, a big bald head, a string of prayer beads hanging around his neck, and a gray sermon robe on his body, although tattered, it was spotless, and there was a huge wine gourd hanging from his waist, the key was that this person had thick eyebrows and big eyes, a white face and no beard, and he was full of an elegant temperament, which was not much better than those old masters who were familiar with Confucian classics.

Such an "alien" with the characteristics of Buddha, Confucianism, and Taoism, Murong Fu really didn't know what identity to give him, but this person's breath was as deep as the abyssal sea, weird and unpredictable, and he was probably also a master of the incarnation realm.

"When did the Transformation Habitat Master become so worthless and could be encountered casually?" Murong Fu couldn't help but think in his heart.

At the same time as Murong Fu looked at the bald monk, the bald monk was also looking at him, with a kind smile on his face, a pair of big eyes flashing, as if he could see through everything, and only after a long time did he smile slightly, "If you are really a person who is in the middle of the world, you can get the two swords of Longquan and Chengying, and Xiaoyou's future is limitless." ”

Murong Fu was speechless in his heart, and he didn't have any intention when he praised people, but he still slowly dissipated his sword qi, and said vigilantly, "I don't know who the predecessor is?