Murong Fu Dongfangqing

I saw that these seven people were dressed in Tantric lama costumes. Although they didn't understand what grades and sects the different costumes of Tantric Buddhism represented, all the seven people in front of them had bright eyes and smooth and light internal breath. Not shallow.

Especially the leader, who is over half a hundred years old, his eyes are subdued, and his breath is flat, if there is nothing, it can be seen that his inner strength has reached the level of perfection.

"Who are you?" Murong Fu asked.

The headed old lama bowed slightly, "Buddha of Immeasurable Life, the little monk's name is Miluo, this is not the place for the young master to come, put down Mr. Lu, please go back."

"You're already a young man, what do you call him a little monk? You're really...pretending to be young!" Murong Fu secretly slandered, but he said, "It doesn't matter if this person is given to you, I have to go up for some unavoidable reasons. , Master, please do me a favor!"

The old Lama Miluo shook his head, "Forgive me for not being able to do it."

"Speaking so much nonsense, why don't you want to hit me!" Murong Fu murmured, flicking his fingers repeatedly, sealing the acupoints of Lu Zhangke's body, he threw his hand aside, and then raised his palm and slapped Mi Luo.

Mi Luo's slightly cloudy eyes remained calm, and his complexion remained unchanged. When his sleeves bulged, a red palm print about a foot in size suddenly flew out.

"Big mudra!" Murong Fu's heart skipped a beat, he hurriedly leaned forward on the iron bridge, and pressed his body to the ground.

"Are you from the Mudra Sect?" Murong Fu straightened up, stepped back a distance of Zhang Xu, and asked.

The old lama frowned, and looked at Murong Fu in surprise, "The little monk comes from Nalanda Temple, not the Mudra School."

"Nalanda Temple?" Murong Fu frowned slightly, the name seemed familiar, but he couldn't remember where he heard it for a while.

But at the moment he didn't have time to worry about these things, he flipped his hands and made an extremely complicated gesture on his lower abdomen.

"You will too!" Mi Luo's calm and composed face finally changed for the first time, and a flash of disbelief flashed across his face.

Murong Fu didn't say a word, his hands moved faster and faster, turning into a blurred shadow, the energy around him emitted a strange wave, as if there was some kind of mysterious rhythm in it.

Mi Luo knew exactly what Murong Fu was doing, no matter how good his quality was, it was impossible for Murong Fu to perform the fusion of handprints smoothly at this time, his hands changed immediately, and he also made an incomparably complicated gesture. .m.

It's just that this gesture is different from Murong Fu's, not only the speed is much faster, but also the surrounding energy is restrained, restrained and not uttered.

Suddenly there was a "poof", Mi Luo pushed forward with both palms, one half a foot in size, the solid palms slammed towards Murong Fu quickly.

Murong Fu's complexion changed slightly, and the movements of his hands became a little faster. Even so, Mi Luo's handprints seemed to jump through the space. One moment they were still ten feet away, but the next moment, they were not far away from Murong Fu. several feet.

Murong Fu had no choice but to mad at Beiming's zhenqi in Cui Dantian, and sent out the handprint.

For a moment, there was a strong wind in the room, and the energy flew away. The entire fourth floor seemed to be wrapped in a huge aura, and the ornaments in the tower flew up and down.

Mi Luo and the six great lamas behind him were even more horrified, they saw that Murong Fu's handprints were soaring against the wind, and in an instant, they were already half a foot high, and the five fingers were clean, and the thickness was not at all compared to Mi Luo's handprints under.

Murong Fu couldn't help being stunned for a moment, it turned out that he didn't successfully condense the big handprint just now, but injected the thick and incomparable internal energy in the dantian into the handprint at the last moment, unexpectedly it formed such a breathtaking effect .

"It can be used more in the future!" Murong Fu secretly laughed in his heart.

"Bang bang bang" loudly, the two handprints, one big and one small, collided together, and there was a sound of air squeezed around.

Although Mi Luo's handprint is small, it seems that he really answered the sentence, "concentrated essence", and it is even comparable to Murong Fu's handprint.

And with the passage of time, Murong Fu's fingerprints became somewhat unstable.

Murong Fu was anxious, how can he follow the rules of the world, he jumped out in one step, bypassing the fingerprints, and "bang bang bang" slapped the seven great lamas several times.

Although Mi Luo didn't expect that Murong Fu would play cards so unreasonably, but he obviously had a lot of experience in fighting. As soon as Murong Fu's body moved, he took precautions, and secretly made a fight, when he saw Murong Fu coming forward , Without hesitation, he put his hands together in the middle, and suddenly, an incomparably abundant force burst out.

A wall of energy was formed half a foot in front of Mi Luo.

The energy wall is not thick, it looks like it is only a few inches, but when Murong Fu's palm hits it, it is like hitting cotton, the energy wall is sunken in, but there is no sign of shaking, and his The palm strength also disappeared completely.

This surprise was no small matter, but Murong Fu was quite dissatisfied, after all, there is a limit to four or two strokes of a thousand catties, so he immediately summoned all his strength and slapped it out with one palm.

Sure enough, the energy wall shook, and Mi Luo involuntarily took a step back.

"Brother!" A younger lama called out behind him, and put his hand on Mi Luo's shoulder.

Murong Fu was taken aback for a moment, but immediately his face changed slightly, he saw Mi Luo's folded palms suddenly pushed forward, touching the energy wall, the already cracked energy wall recovered immediately, And it looks thicker.

"This is... the superposition of gong power?" Murong Fu murmured, and a rather incredible idea came to his mind, that the young lama could actually superimpose the gong power on Mi Luo's body.

As we all know, the internal force that everyone cultivates through hard work contains their own spirit, that is to say, even if they are brothers of the same school who practice the same kind of internal force, their internal force is also different. The subject exploded to death or lost his mind, and became insane.

But the scene in front of him overturned Murong Fu's cognition, Mi Luo was in such a good spirit, how could he look unbearable at all, especially, one can be superimposed, so what about the next five?

For a moment, Murong Fu's mind was full of thoughts and he had a headache.

But today people from the six major sects must be rescued, at least the Emei sect must be rescued, Murong Fu shook his head to shake off distracting thoughts, his face became serious, he pinched a sword formula with his left hand, pointed out with his right index finger, and shot out a light blue energy.

Breaking the face with a point is the core principle of martial arts, and Murong Fu's use of the six-meridian sword to break the wall of strength is naturally the best choice.

As soon as Shang Yangjian touched the energy wall, he paused for a moment, then passed through it, but only flew halfway, but it turned strangely upwards and flew to another place.

Murong Fu couldn't help being stunned for a moment, this scene...isn't it the scene when he used the great teleportation of the universe to remove the energy of others?Could it be that these lamas will also move the universe?

A loud "bang" sound came from behind Murong Fu, it turned out that the two handprints, one big and one small just now, have been separated into high and low.

Murong Fu glanced back, Mi Luo's small handprint pierced a hole in the middle of Murong Fu's big handprint and flew forward, while Murong Fu's big handprint continued to fly over.

It's just that the handprints are already faintly present, and they scattered within a short distance.

"Brother, I'll help you!" At this moment, another lama said, and Mi Luo also had an extra hand on his shoulder.

"Chi Chi Chi!" There was a sudden sound, Murong Fu flicked his hands repeatedly, his whole body was filled with colorful sword energy, and he shot towards the seven great lamas swiftly, but every time he passed through the wall of energy, he was always diverted .

"It's so difficult now, if they attack together, I'm not necessarily the opponent!" Murong Fu was secretly anxious, thinking for a while, finally he gritted his teeth, leaned forward, and pressed his palms against the energy wall.

Mi Luo was stunned immediately, not knowing which part Murong Fu sang.

But immediately, Mi Luo's complexion changed drastically, and he actually felt that the energy on the energy wall was rapidly decreasing, not only that, even his own skill was slowly decreasing, as if he had been sucked away by someone.

Under such circumstances, it is natural not to be a second person, it must be Murong Fu's fault.

"Brother, we are here to help you!" Seeing Mi Luo's body trembling, the last four lamas said that he was no match for Murong Fu, and rushed forward to help.

"No, step back quickly!" Mi Luo drank with some difficulty, but it was obviously too late, and the last four lamas also put their hands on the shoulders of the two front lamas.

"Hmph, I can't wish for it!" Murong Fu sneered and increased the running speed of Beiming Divine Art.

However, he didn't dare to transport this part of the absorbed internal energy to his dantian, but instead stored it in the eighteen energy storages on the spot, not allowing it to flow into his dantian at all.

But in this way, Murong Fu's body was also very uncomfortable, and the amount of energy stored was very small, for a while, he only felt his body swell and felt uncomfortable.

"Little... little benefactor!" Mi Luo stammered, "If you practice... practice this kind of evil art, then... you won't be afraid of becoming... a public enemy of the martial arts?"

"I only care about the present, I don't care about the future!" Murong Fu snorted and increased the suction in his hand again.

Not long after, the energy wall disappeared, Mi Luo wanted to take this opportunity to let go, but due to the continuous internal energy of the six junior disciples behind him, he couldn't let go even if he wanted to, following the suction, he and Murong Fu palms stuck together.

Murong Fu turned his body slightly, his throat was sweet, and he was about to spit out a mouthful of blood, but he swallowed it forcefully.

Feeling the power of the Beiming Divine Art at such a close distance, Mi Luo's expression suddenly changed, "Little benefactor, hurry up... stop quickly, you also know how strong the inner strength of the seven of us is, how can you bear it!"

This question happened to hit Murong Fu's sore spot, all of these seven people had superb internal energy, not to mention his Beiming Divine Art and the danger of going mad, even if there were no restrictions, his dantian would not be able to accommodate so much internal energy.

Immediately said: "As long as you let me go, it's not impossible to let you go!"

Mi Luo's face has been squeezed out of shape, no expression can be seen, but there is a look of hesitation in his eyes.

Seeing his appearance, Murong Fu increased the suction force by two points again.

"Okay...Okay, according to what the benefactor said!" Mi Luo hurriedly said.

"Hmph, that's about the same. I'll count one, two, three. Let's withdraw our palms together, lest I accidentally hurt you!"

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