Murong Fu Dongfangqing

If Murong Fu knew that there was a disciple in Emei who dared to talk to Miejue Shitai like this, his tongue would fall out of shock.

At this moment in the arena, Zhou Zhiruo clasped the back of Murong Fu's pulse gate with her right hand, raised two fingers with her left hand, and pointed at Murong Fu's armpit, but wanted to punish him a little.

But Murong Fu's fist suddenly blurred, and Zhou Zhiruo lightened his fist, and it was empty.

Immediately, her body trembled slightly, and she felt a slight chill in her chest, as if she had been pinched again.

Zhou Zhiruo lost her temper immediately, and immediately raised her palm and slapped Murong Fu's chest in a straight line. The speed was extremely fast and the power was extraordinary. It was obvious that she was really angry this time.

A look of relief flashed in the eyes of Miejue Shitai in the rear, "Zhiruo's talent is really extraordinary, this golden-top cotton palm is already seven or eight times ready, given time, it will be limitless."

If she knew that Zhou Zhiruo had only used [-]% of her power at this time, she wouldn't know how wonderful her expression would be.

Murong Fu also realized that he had played too much, and opened his hands wide open, neither dodging nor dodging, as if he planned to take the slap hard.

And Zhou Zhiruo put her palm in front of him, hesitated for a moment in her eyes, and then slightly withdrew her two successes.

With a "poof", a slender hand pressed on Murong Fu's chest.

Murong Fu was stunned for a moment, the palm was not very powerful, it was like a coquettish fight between lovers, the corners of his mouth moved slightly, and he said via voice transmission: "I knew that Zhiruo would not bear to hit me!"

Zhou Zhiruo snorted lightly, but did not reply.

In fact, this is because Murong Fu has practiced the Beiming Divine Art. The defense is so strong that no one in the world can match it. Otherwise, Zhou Zhiruo's success power would not be so easy to catch. Seriously injured.

Murong Fu took advantage of the wind and returned to the waves, flew upside down about Zhang Xu, chuckled lightly, "Forget it, this Yitian Sword is considered as a betrothal gift, you can take it!"

Immediately, he picked up the Yitian sword on the ground and handed it to Zhou Zhiruo.

People from all the sects were in an uproar. They didn't expect that Murong Fu would actually give up the martial arts treasure, the Yitian Sword, for a woman. Some of the female disciples who were waiting to be married had little stars in their eyes, looking at Murong Fu. become a little strange.

Zhou Zhiruo took the Yitian Sword without saying a word, feeling ashamed and angry in her heart. Others didn't pay attention to the word "betrothal gift" of Murong Fu, but she noticed it, but she finally got the Yitian Sword back smoothly, so she didn't care about it anymore. Care about these, and she doesn't want to care about it.

At this time, Murong Fu's voice came to Zhou Zhiruo's ears, "Zhiruo, your Nine Yin Manual is almost complete, and there are few people in the world who are your opponents. It's just that the experience of fighting against the enemy is not good. If possible, It is better to practice and use the kung fu in the Nine Yin Manual."

Although the first two moves he used just now seem to be ordinary, they are all exquisite moves in the Nine Yin Manual. If Zhou Zhiruo can resolve them with every gesture, it can be seen that her Nine Yin Manual has been cultivated to a very deep level. Of course, It's just that other people can't see all this, and it's Murong Fu who pity Xiangxiang and cherish jade, and deliberately let her.

Zhou Zhiruo didn't answer, but just gave Murong Fu an annoyed look, apparently not letting go of Murong Fu's taking advantage of her.

Murong Fu said again: "The small bottle in your arms contains the antidote holy medicine, which can cure all kinds of poisons in the world. You seal it up with your internal energy and use it for self-defense!"

Zhou Zhiruo was slightly taken aback, and then remembered that just now after Murong Fu belittled her, there was something extra in her arms. At that time, she was so angry that she didn't notice it. When Murong Fu mentioned it, she couldn't help reaching out to touch it. It was indeed a medicine. Bottle, suddenly warmed up in the heart, the anger just now gradually dissipated.

"Zhiruo, don't come back yet!" Miejue Shitai urged.Word<upper￥new/speed￥degree most&駃=0

Zhou Zhiruo didn't dare to stay longer, she glanced at Murong Fu with sparkling eyes, then turned and left.

Miejue Shitai took the Yitian Sword and took a deep look at Murong Fu. After all the commotion, more than half an hour had passed, and there was no longer any delay, so he immediately looked around and said two words neatly ,"Set off!"

When everyone came back to their senses, they also followed their sects and slowly marched towards Guangmingding.

Except for the Murong family, the other sects have more or less three or four hundred disciples, a total of 2000 people, and they are all elite disciples of various sects, with extraordinary skills, high morale for a while, and the momentum is indistinguishable. The disciples have even whispered about how to collect magical skills, gold, silver and jewels after the Ming Cult is wiped out.

The major sect leaders are not as optimistic as their disciples. Guangmingding has stood for hundreds of years as the main altar of Mingjiao, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is as solid as gold. Planning is not something that can be broken just by breaking it.

When it comes to planning, it's not really a clever strategy, it's just an agreement on which faction will attack which level, and if encountering an encounter, which faction will take action. can equalize the loss.

After all, it would be unrealistic to insist on uniting the six sects. People have selfish motives. Who wouldn't want their sects to lose fewer disciples? Forcing the merger might lead to a drastic drop in combat power.

Half an hour later, everyone came to the first pass up the mountain, Yixian Gorge.

This is a huge canyon, the mouth of the valley is only about two feet wide, and on both sides are cliffs more than ten feet high. This line of gorge can be said to be the gateway to Guangmingding. , It's hard to look at the beginning and the end, and it's quite a bit of an aura that one man is in charge of the other.

At this time, the heads of the various sects stood at the mouth of the valley and looked in. The entire canyon was about two miles long, and they were a little hesitant for a while. After all, once the sect that entered first was ambushed, the entire army might be wiped out.

Juejue Shitai smiled coldly, "Since the battle of exterminating demons is initiated by the poor nun, let me, Emei, lead the first battle!"

Without waiting for the other heads to speak, Miejue Shitai had already led the Emei disciples into the canyon first.

Shaolin followed closely behind, and other factions entered one after another. As for the Wudang faction and Murong's family, they ranked last.

A faint cold wind blows through the canyon. When I look up, I can only see a white line in the sky. This may be the reason why the environment is extremely depressing. The disciples of all sects also shut up and stopped talking. They just hurried on their way, hoping Can quickly cross the canyon.

Just when the Emei faction was only one-third of the distance from the exit, suddenly, there was a loud "bang" from the exit, and then a burst of gravel fell to the ground. It was said to be gravel, but in fact it was the smallest stone. It is also three or four feet in size, blocking the exit tightly.

Everyone was startled and looked back immediately. Needless to say, the entrance was also normal, and they looked up one after another, but they couldn't see anything.

Fortunately, these disciples had fought against Mingjiao disciples more or less, and they could barely maintain their composure. Their eyes were fixed on the top of the canyon. It was obvious that the exit and entrance were blocked, and the enemy could only attack from above.

"Look, what is that!" Suddenly, someone yelled, and everyone followed the sound, but there was a long, thick thing in the sky above the middle of the canyon.

"No, it's the Jumu Banner's people, everyone hide!" He Taichong of the Kunlun Sect had already fought against the Jumu Banner, and immediately realized that the one in the air was the giant tree carried by the Jumu Banner's disciples.

As soon as the roar came out, the disciples of the Kunlun and Huashan factions who were walking in the middle of the canyon hurriedly dispersed.

With a "bang", the giant tree fell to the ground without hitting anyone.

But before everyone could breathe a sigh of relief, the light in the canyon suddenly dimmed. When everyone looked up, their scalps felt numb, and they saw dozens of giant trees falling from the sky at the same time.

Each of these giant trees weighed no less than a thousand catties, and they fell from a height of more than ten feet. Not to mention being hit, even if they only scratched a little skin, they would be seriously injured or turned into flesh.

The disciples of the various sects panicked and fled in all directions, but the canyon was only about two feet wide, and the giant trees were scattered all over the place without any rules, so it was very difficult to dodge. The sound of bursting into a sound.

Suddenly, a loud voice like Huang Zhong Dalu came, "All disciples, don't panic, stay close to the stone wall and avoid the giant tree!"

It was Song Yuanqiao from Wudang who spoke, and with his profound internal strength, he transmitted his voice to everyone's ears very clearly.

At this time, many disciples were already frightened and lost their minds. When they heard the voice, they immediately woke up as if they heard the sound of nature, and approached the rock wall of the canyon as they said.

Murong Fu and his party, as early as when they found the first giant tree, Murong Fu asked the others to stand close to the rock wall. This canyon seems to be narrow at the top and wide at the bottom. The family and the Wudang faction had little loss.

Seeing that this method was effective, Song Yuanqiao naturally would not forget the disciples of other sects, so he shouted.

After the disciples of each faction hid under the stone wall, they dropped two more giant logs, but they didn't hit anyone. Afterwards, they didn't know whether the giant logs were used up, or the Mingjiao disciples realized that the giant logs were useless, and no more giant logs fell.

But in an instant, hundreds of disciples of each faction had been killed or injured. Looking at the blurred flesh and broken arms and stumps in the canyon, the faces of the heads of each faction were extremely livid. Those disciples who survived were also a little bit scared Depressed, the brothers who were joking and laughing one moment turned into a pile of meat the next moment, and it was impossible for anyone to take it calmly.

"Disciple of Emei! Climb up the cliff with me and kill the monsters of the Demon Sect!" Miejue Shitai's indifferent voice came out, and then he stomped his feet heavily, jumped up, borrowed strength back and forth on both sides of the cliff, and took a few breaths Disappeared above the canyon.

After that, more than a dozen disciples with lightness kung fu and internal strength jumped out of the Emei School, and they followed Miejue Shitai.

The heads of the other sects also gave an explanation coldly, and each led a small group of disciples to perform their unique skills of lightness kung fu and climb up the cliff.

The remaining people, either have poor lightness kung fu or lack of internal strength, can only stay in the canyon. After all, this cliff is at least fifteen or sixty feet high. Even if you can borrow strength from both sides, it is not something ordinary people can climb. .

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