Murong Fu Dongfangqing

Zhang Wuji's Ren and Du's two veins have been opened, and his internal force is endless. After a few breaths, his face has returned to normal, "Master, please use the second sword!"

Miejue Shitai let out a cold snort, without saying a word, pinched the sword formula with his left hand, and pointed the Yitian sword obliquely at the ground with his right hand, walking towards Zhang Wuji step by step.

Zhang Wuji's complexion also became serious, and he could feel that as the distance between Miejue Shitai was getting closer, an incomparably thick sword force was slowly pressing towards him.

Yin Tianzheng took a long sword from a disciple of Yi Ming Sect, and wanted to pass it to Zhang Wuji, but Zhang Wuji shook his head, he knew that unless he had a magic weapon in his hand, ordinary long swords would be unreliable.

Suddenly, when he was still two feet away from Zhang Wuji, Miejue Shitai suddenly increased his speed, and in an instant, his speed was already extremely fast.

Zhang Wuji only felt the cold air in his back, and he didn't have time to think about any moves at this moment. He swiped his hands and wrists, and then closed them in front of his chest. Suddenly, a powerful internal force filled his whole body. Under the reflection of the sun, his whole body It exudes a faint golden red light, so gorgeous.

In the blink of an eye, Miejue Shitai arrived in front of Zhang Wuji, took a strange step with his right foot, turned his whole body backwards, turned around in the air, and slashed down with the Yitian sword in his hand.

Surprise flashed across Murong Fu's face. Others might not be able to see the mystery of this sword, but he knew that this sword completely transformed speed into power, increasing strength by [-]% almost out of thin air.

Although most of the principles of martial arts are inseparable from the physical mechanics of later generations, it is quite rare to use such pure moves.

In the blink of an eye, Zhang Wuji took a step with his left foot to the left, and raised his hands to the upper right, with hesitant strength in his palms.

But the Yitian sword has the effect of breaking the strength, but after a slight pause, it is like cutting tofu, and it passes through its palm, treating the Jiuyang Zhenqi as nothing.

Zhang Wuji's face paled slightly, his feet didn't move, and he hurriedly bowed back, forming a half-fold, his lower abdomen barely avoided the tip of the Yitian Sword.

But at the next moment, with a sound of "噗嗤", Zhang Wuji's body was thrown away like a kite with a broken string, falling two feet away.

"Little brother!" Yin Tianzheng was startled, and hurried over.

Miejue Shitai was expressionless, and said coldly: "The poor nun has already given you a chance, but you didn't know how to cherish it."

Song Yuanqiao hesitated for a moment, his figure flitted out, his face was full of worry, if this young man was really unscrupulous, he would really regret it for the rest of his life.

As for Zhou Zhiruo, she frowned, and finally sighed slightly, without saying anything.

All the disciples of the Emei Sect were overjoyed to see the victory of the sect leader at this time, but none of them noticed the change in Zhou Zhiruo's expression, except Yuan Ziyi who had been secretly paying attention to Zhou Zhiruo, who said with a playful look on her face: "Why, why don't you Have a lover?"

Zhou Zhiruo glanced at Yuan Ziyi indifferently, but said nothing.

However, Yuan Ziyi hated her expression of being as calm as water, as if nothing could impress her state of mind, and she moved in her heart, and said again: "Oh, if your fiancé finds out, it turns out that you have other men in your heart. It must be very exciting, I am very curious."

A trace of anger flashed across Zhou Zhiruo's face, and then she regained her composure, "I'm also curious, why is Senior Sister always so concerned about Brother Murong's affairs?"

"You... What nonsense are you talking about? Do you think that I will be like you and fall in love with that big pervert?"

Zhou Zhiruo couldn't see Yuan Ziyi's face, but from her anxious words, she could still hear that the relationship between this senior sister and Brother Murong was not easy, especially the phrase "big pervert", which touched her heartstrings .

"Could it be that elder brother Murong did something outrageous to senior sister?" Zhou Zhiruo thought in her heart, with a slight smile on her face, "I didn't say that senior sister fell in love with elder brother Murong, you said it yourself."

Yuan Ziyi's face froze immediately, his eyeballs kept rolling, but after thinking about it for a long time, he couldn't figure out how to round out that sentence, so he stomped his feet and turned his head to the other side, so that he couldn't see it. .

"Wuji! You are really Wuji!" At this time, Song Yuanqiao's excited voice came from the field, "Second brother, come quickly, he is really Wuji!"

Everyone from other sects felt baffled, even Miejue Shitai froze in place.

Yu Lianzhou, Mo Shenggu and others rushed out of the crowd and came to Zhang Wuji. Mo Shenggu patted Zhang Wuji's shoulder heavily, "Good boy, it's really you, haha, you've grown up so much, I almost didn't recognize Seventh Uncle .”

"Uncle Seven...cough cough...take it easy."

Zhang Wuji was so photographed that he coughed up two mouthfuls of blood, but seeing that Zhang Wuji's face was pale and bloodless at this time, there was a big hole in his clothes in the lower abdomen, a wound about an inch deep, and his uncle was bleeding from the wound just now. Although he barely dodged the sword, a wound was still drawn by the sword energy.

Yu Lianzhou glared at Mo Shenggu, "It's so frizzy, how decent is it, didn't you see that Wuji was injured!"

Mo Shenggu smiled sheepishly, and hurriedly took out a small medicine bottle, "Wuji, this is Wudang's secret medicine for sores, apply it quickly."

Yin Tianzheng, who was next to him, had just recovered from the great joy, and looked at Zhang Wuji with distressed eyes, "Yes, yes, this old man is really confused. This is the secret medicine of the Sky Eagle Sect, which is very effective for sword wounds. Effect."

Yin Tianzheng and Mo Shenggu took out the golden sore medicine at the same time, Zhang Wuji's eyes flashed with embarrassment, he knew that Wudang and the Tianying Sect were at odds, if he took the medicine rashly, it would make the other party feel sad, his heart moved, and he felt weak Said: "Grandpa, Uncle Qi, I don't have the strength now, please help me paint it!"

Mo Shenggu and Yin Tianzheng looked at each other, Yin Tianzheng smiled heartily, "Our medicines are all high-grade golden sore medicines, if used together, the effect may be even better!"

"Yes, yes, use them together!" Mo Shenggu naturally had no objection, after all, knowing that Zhang Wuji is still alive is the greatest joy, and those old grievances have been thrown out of the blue for the time being.

After applying the golden sore medicine, Zhang Wuji hurriedly sat up cross-legged, and used the Jiuyang magic power to heal his wounds.

Yin Tianzheng looked at Zhang Wuji lovingly, and sighed with a complicated complexion, "This old man is really useless. He asked his grandson to block the sword. Even if he risked his life today, nothing will happen to Wuji!"

"Senior Yin, Wuji obviously stepped forward to save you. If you are thinking about Wuji, you might as well go down the mountain now!" Song Yuanqiao persuaded at the right time.

Yin Tianzheng didn't know this truth, he just wanted him to abandon Mingjiao, he absolutely couldn't do it, but if his grandson died from exhaustion, he might not have the face to see Susu again after his death, and fell into a dilemma for a while.

The people from the various sects around gradually realized that this was the son of Zhang Cuishan and his wife ten years ago. For a moment, everyone had different expressions.

Some had fiery eyes, obviously thinking about the whereabouts of the Dragon Saber, while others were ruthless, wondering how to cut grass and roots, after all, Zhang Wuji's martial arts were so high at a young age, if he came to seek revenge in the future, he would destroy the family disaster.

"It turned out to be you!" Miejue Shitai looked very shocked, and then her mind became active again. After all, among all the people present, I am afraid that no one wants to get the dragon sword more than her.

At this moment, Murong Fu's party returned to behind Murong Fu quietly after hearing the wind, moved a chair from somewhere, and said with a smile: "Sir, please sit down!"

Murong Fu was stunned, and with a "boo", he cupped Tingfeng's small face and kissed him, "Tingfeng is the most considerate!"

Then he sat down on the chair.

Ting Feng's face turned red immediately, he glanced around hastily, when he saw the teasing smiles on the faces of Lian Xing and the others, he couldn't help stamping his little feet, and hurriedly lowered his head.

"Tingfeng, what happened to what I asked you to do?" Murong Fu asked.

Hearing the wind calmed down, he said, "Young master, Zhao Min's location has been found. On a mountain about ten miles away from Guangmingding, many soldiers and horses are ambushing around."

After a pause, Ting Feng said with a mysterious expression: "My lord, I also discovered an interesting thing."

Murong Fu's expression changed, "What's the matter?"

Ting Feng raised his mouth slightly, "Didn't you claim to know the past 500 years and the future 500 years? Guess what!"

"Say it quickly, or the family will serve you!" Murong Fu was already very anxious, so he didn't have the heart to play games with her.

When Ting Feng heard the word "Family Law", he couldn't help trembling slightly, and hurriedly said: "My lord, there are many Ming Cult disciples ambushing around Guangmingding, the number is not lower than the six sects, especially in the main hall. If it wasn't for his intention to hide the terrifying aura, I wouldn't have been able to detect it, so I pretended to be a servant girl, moved a chair and came out!"

Murong Fu was slightly taken aback, he was a bit surprised that there were Mingjiao disciples in ambush, after all, it was too easy to attack the mountain today, and the disciples guarding the mountain did not fight to the death at all, which was not in line with Mingjiao's style of work, but Tingfeng said that the masters were completely It was beyond his expectation.

"Does that master have any characteristics?" Murong Fu asked.

Ting Feng shook his head, a trace of fear flashed across his fair face, "I didn't see his appearance, but I felt that his aura was hardly inferior to Young Master. Fortunately, I saw the opportunity early and pretended not to know, otherwise it might will be left behind by him."

Murong Fu raised his brows, there are only a few masters of Mingjiao, if there are masters in the dark, the most likely is Fan Yao, but Fan Yao's martial arts is by no means as terrifying as what I heard Feng describe, who is it?

Murong Fu was frowning and meditating, Zhang Wuji had already opened his eyes, although his face was still pale, but his spirit was much better than before, the healing effect of Nine Suns Divine Kungfu could be seen.

"Wuji's internal strength is so extraordinary, after such a short period of time, his spirit has been lifted!" Song Yuanqiao exclaimed in amazement.

Yu Lianzhou showed doubts, "It seems to have some shadows of Wudang Jiuyang Gong!"

Zhang Wuji smiled honestly, "Wuji was able to recover so quickly, thanks to the golden sore medicine given by Grandpa and Seventh Uncle, but Wuji and Miejue Shitai had a three-sword contract, so they only made two swords at this time, and Rong Wuji took another sword .”

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