Murong Chao was like a mourner, and Murong Chui had a gloomy face, regretting it in his heart, knowing that he should have taken the opportunity to kill this old guy in the first place.

"But ......" suddenly the Dionysian monk changed his words, "After careful calculation, the monk I do owe you so much cause and effect, so let's do it, the monk will persuade again, if you can't persuade this little friend, then you can't blame the monk anymore!"

"Hmph!" Murong snorted coldly and didn't speak, if he just relied on grinding his mouth, how could he persuade Murong Fu to leave.

Murong Chao's eyes flashed with hope.

The Fighting Wine God Monk turned his head to look at Murong Fu, and before he could speak, Murong Fu preemptively said, "The seniors don't have to waste their lips and tongues, if the juniors don't kill all these people today, they will definitely not stop, and they will fight if they want to." ”

Although after a few fierce battles, Murong Fuhua Habitat True Yuan is incomparable, and the recovery speed is extremely fast, after this half-day delay, it is already about to recover to its heyday, even if this monk is powerful, it is not without a chance of winning.

The bald monk pondered for a long time, "That's it, monk, I'll fight with you, if the monk wins, you will retreat immediately, and you won't have to trouble the Murong family in the future, if you win, the monk will immediately retreat, and no longer care about your grievances." ”

Murong Fu sneered, this agreement seems to be fair, but in fact, he suffers, because no matter what, he has to fight with the monk first, even if he wins, he will suffer some damage, and then Murong Chui and Murong Chao will both recover their true yuan and have the strength to fight again, adding to the waves.

Of course, now that the monk has made it clear that he wants to wade into this troubled water, Murong Fu will not flinch, and immediately said, "Okay, a word is a deal!"

As soon as the words fell, he slowly raised the Heavenly Sword, and countless energies swarmed together, condensing a giant sword phantom more than ten zhang long in an instant.

Before he could cut it off, the Dionysian monk hurriedly waved his hand, "Wait a minute!"

Murong Fu raised his eyebrows slightly, the giant sword phantom dispersed, and he looked at him puzzled.

The Dionysian Monk smiled, "When did the monk say that he was going to fight you?"

"What?" Murong Fu was stunned, thinking that he had heard it wrong, and even the people around him looked at him with inexplicable expressions, does this need to be said?

The Dionysian Monk shook his head, frowned and pondered for a while, and then said, "The monk also read a few poetry books when he was young, and he is familiar with the Four Books and Five Classics, and the Confucian classics. ”

As soon as these words came out, everyone looked at him with strange eyes, and it was the first time they had heard that people in the martial arts wanted to fight.

Murong Chao's eyes were dark, and he almost fell to the ground, until now he didn't know that this monk was so unreliable, but Murong Chui sighed helplessly, the reason why he was able to imprison this great monk at the beginning was not because his martial arts were better than him, but because he took advantage of other loopholes and had a scripture debate with this monk.

It turned out that decades ago, the Dou Jiushen monk accidentally bumped into Murong Chui in the cultivation of Douzhuan Xingxing, and felt that this kung fu was so strange that he committed a ** illness and wanted to borrow a look, but how could Murong Trai give away his family heirloom for nothing, so the two proposed to solve the gambling fight, and the topic of the gambling fight was the Buddhist scripture debate, if Murong Trai lost, he would give the Douzhuan Xingyi fragment with both hands, and the monk lost, so he volunteered to Murong's house and imprisoned him for ten years.

At the beginning, the monk had just entered the Buddhist gate, and his understanding of the Buddhist scriptures was still very shallow, but Murong Chui was a great talent with a family history, and the classics of the Buddha and Confucianism were at his fingertips, and the result was that the monk was undoubtedly defeated, and was locked by Murong Chui with cold iron and gold, but Murong Chui did not abuse him, but gave away some treasured ancient books, and finally found that this monk had a very high level of understanding, so he showed him the fragment of the Douzhuan Xingxing, and the monk was happy with it, and the ten-year covenant was no longer taken seriously, and he was stunned for decades.

Murong Fu didn't know what the legendary Dionysian Monk was having, and he had no idea for a while.

"What, seeing that Xiaoyou is also a scholar, are you still afraid that you won't be able to fight a monk?" Seeing Murong Fu's hesitation, the Fighting Wine God Monk smiled lightly and sneered.

"Master, why don't you let the disciple probe his bottom first?" Li Mochou said.

Murong Fu's mind turned, whether it was a literary fight or a martial fight, the time dragged on, Murong Chui and Murong Chao would be able to restore the true yuan, and then they would have to make extraneous branches, but if they didn't agree with this monk's proposal, it would definitely be another dragon fight, but it would lose their true yuan, anyway, he had the memory of two thousand years of history in the future, could he still fight a monk?

Thinking of this, he no longer hesitated, and said decisively, "Since the seniors have this Yaxing, they will sacrifice their lives to accompany the gentleman, what kind of fighting method do the seniors want?"

The Fighting Wine God Monk narrowed his eyes, "Since it is the monk's proposed Wendou, then this topic will be up to Xiaoyou." ”

"That's very good!" Murong Fu took over the conversation unceremoniously, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and suddenly a plan was born, "Let's come to the right pair, I will be right to you, if you are right, you will win, if you are right, I will win, how about it?"

As soon as these words came out, the Dionysian Monk had not yet spoken, but Murong Chao was the first to say, "No, this is not fair, if you deliberately make it difficult, wouldn't you win?"

Murong Fu didn't expect this old man to be so quick and wise, and he found the trap in his words so quickly, but he didn't mean to change his mind, he just looked at the bald monk provocatively, "If the seniors don't agree, let's see the real chapter under our hands." ”

The Bacchus Monk smiled and nodded very dryly, "According to what you say." ”

Murong Fu smiled yin, "Seniors, please listen to Shanglian, 'The bright moon shines on the screen window, and all of them are bright and bright'." ”

As soon as these words came out, the people present couldn't help but chew carefully, and they had completely forgotten the stumps and broken legs and blood and flesh all over the ground.

"The bright moon shines on the screen window......" Murong Chao and Murong Chui glanced at each other, both showing a little surprise, the more they read this sentence, the more interesting they became, they were all people who were rich and rich, but they never thought of a suitable lower couplet to deal with it.

On the other side, the Dionysian monk frowned and pondered, obviously there was no good pair.

Murong Fu smiled proudly, "How about it, can the seniors be right?"

"Let me think about it, let me think about it again. The Dionysian monk hurriedly waved his hand, looking like he was meditating.

Murong Fu's expression suddenly turned cold, "If the seniors want to keep thinking about it, will the juniors just keep waiting?"

"A quarter of an hour, just a quarter of an hour, don't disturb me. The Dionysian Monk waved his hand impatiently, and instead pondered the fleeting aura.

Murong Fu smiled secretly, he didn't know where this upper link came from, he only remembered that it could also be ranked among all the eternal absolutes, because there are very few people in the world who can match Zhuge Liang, Liu Bowen is one, but it is almost impossible to use his name to write a neat and consistent artistic conception of the lower couplet.

Soon a quarter of an hour passed, Murong Fu sneered and said in his mouth, "It seems that the seniors lost." ”

Before the words fell, he pinched his hands without hesitation, and the Heavenly Sword hummed and trembled, and it turned into two in a trance, followed by four and eight...... In the blink of an eye, nearly three hundred sword shadows condensed overhead, the wind was strong, and the sword aura was soaring.

Murong Chao and Murong Chui's expressions changed greatly, and they hurriedly threw their eyes at the Doujiu God Monk for help, but the monk ran to the corner of the main hall at some point, and was thinking about something with a sad face, as if he didn't realize it.

"Master, save my Murong family!" Murong Chao hurriedly shouted.

But Murong Trai ran without hesitation, his body was as fast as thunder and lightning, and he had jumped out of a distance of more than ten zhang in an instant.

"Go!" Murong Fu suddenly let out a low shout, and countless sword shadows shot out, splitting into two halves halfway, half towards Murong Chao and half chasing after Murong Chui.

In contrast, Murong Chao's injury was relatively light, and with a wave of his hands, he instantly laid down a wall of true qi in front of him that was as smooth as a mirror, and the true yuan in his body rolled out.

Countless sword lights passed through the True Qi Wall and ran to the other side without any waves, but what made him horrified was that the sword light actually reversed and turned back!

Between the lightning and flint, he reacted extremely quickly, and while his body retreated extremely quickly, he moved the Dou Zhuan Star to the extreme, and the "puff puff" sword light penetrated his body, and he was still unharmed.

"Hmph, see how many times you can block it!" Murong Fu sneered, the sword technique changed, and the sword light transformed by the Heavenly Sword shuttled back and forth on Murong Chao's body, and every time he wore it, Murong Chao's face turned pale.

Let's say that on the other side, the sword light of the Heavenly Sword passed through the space, and in less than a breath before and after, it had already caught up with Murong Chui, but because it was already twenty or thirty zhang away from Murong Fu at this time, the sword light was slightly ineffective, and Murong Trai easily dodged it several times.

Murong Fu naturally noticed this situation, and he didn't see how he moved, his figure suddenly rose from the ground, and when he was in the air, his hands flicked continuously, and countless sword qi flew out, and with the sword light of the Heavenly Sword, Murong Hang's body was submerged in an instant.

"Ah!" A terrible scream sounded, accompanied by a resentful curse, "Murong thief, you must not die well!"

Murong Fu pouted, you can't see it anyway.

"Little friend, do you really want to kill them all? You might as well sell the old man a face......

Before the Fighting Wine God Monk finished speaking, Murong Fu's heart sank, he stretched out his hand and made a move, and the sword light that was separated to pursue Murong Chui immediately turned around and swept towards Murong Chao.

"Alas......" A sigh came, and then a golden light flew from the oblique stab, just hitting Murong Fu's sword light.

The golden light was as light as smoke, but it was extremely flexible, no matter how the sword light sprinted, it couldn't even be broken!

"Are you going to break your word and get fat?" Murong Fu was angry in an instant, his fingers flew like a fly, and the sword light in the air spun around, bypassing the golden light, and headed straight towards the Fighting Wine God Monk, and the sword light that had been shuttling around Murong Chao's body before was also consumed at this time, and the rest also became illusory.

The Dionysian monk didn't seem to expect Murong Fu to be so ruthless and decisive, so he actually shot at him, and immediately slapped with one hand, swaying his strength, a huge golden palm phantom condensed out of thin air, and grabbed it towards the sword light.

There was a chaotic sound, and the sword light was a little powerless in the end, and it only lasted for less than a breath, and then it was all destroyed, revealing the original form of the Heavenly Sword, and the sword light on Murong Chao's body on the other side was also destroyed at the same time, but Murong Chao's face was pale and he fell to the ground as if he had collapsed.