Murong Fu Dongfangqing

Zhao Min settled down, and said with a natural expression: "No, after all, I captured the six major factions with my own hands. If I let them escape, wouldn't my work be in vain, and the emperor might even blame me!"

"Really?" Wang Baobao stared suspiciously at Zhao Min for a few moments, then smiled slightly after a while and said, "Don't worry, sister, I have already informed my father to send a large army to surround Wan'an Temple, and I will never let you go." A fish that slipped through the net!"

"No, I don't feel relieved if I don't go and have a look!" Zhao Min shook his head and said.

"Could you be in love with that person?" Wang Baobao suddenly asked with a half-smile.

"Brother!" A blush flashed across Zhao Min's face, and he snorted coquettishly, "Brother, what nonsense are you talking about, I... how could I like him!"

Although Wang Baobao didn't see the strangeness on Zhao Min's face clearly, he could hear the unnatural tone in her tone, and he had set a small trap in the question just now, if Zhao Min was normal, he definitely wouldn't be fooled.

Thinking that his own sister actually fell in love with the enemy of the Ruyang Palace, Wang Baobao's face darkened, "Minmin, you should give up your heart as soon as possible, it is impossible between you two."

Zhao Min's tender body shook slightly, a look of sadness flashed in his eyes, but he still said: "I have my own measure, let me go!"

Seeing Zhao Min's cold expression, Wang Baobao instinctively shrank his hands and let her go. In the Ruyang Palace, Wang Baobao was fearless, but he was afraid that his sister would lose his temper, and his momentum weakened for a while.

"Minmin, Mingjiao, Ruyang Palace, and Dayuan all have mortal enemies. That Zhang Wuji is the leader of Mingjiao. Do you think the father will let him live in this world?"

The reason why he suspected that Zhao Min liked Zhang Wuji was because someone broke into the backyard of Prince Ruyang's mansion that night and was protected by Zhao Min. After some investigation, King Ruyang put the biggest suspicion on Zhang Wuji, after all, the whole city could be like this The only one who broke into Ruyang Prince's Mansion quietly and could still be related to Zhao Min was the young and promising Zhang Wuji.

Zhao Min couldn't help being stunned for a moment, his eyes wide open, and after a long while, he murmured, "Then what if it's someone else?"

"If it's someone else, as long as Minmin likes it, brother will never object!" Wang Baobao replied without thinking.

Zhao Min immediately beamed with joy, "This is what you said, don't go back on your word!"

"Do not……"

Before the word "repentance" was uttered, Wang Baobao suddenly stopped, and then realized that he had been fooled by his sister again, and couldn't help but smiled wryly, "Minmin, can you say who you like now?"

"Hmph, I won't tell you!" Zhao Min turned his head and snorted, raised his chin lightly, and stretched out his hand in front of Wang Baobao, "Give me back my sword!"

"I'm really afraid of you!" Wang Baobao sighed helplessly, and waved to attract two soldiers. The soldiers carried a simple and exquisite sword in their hands, but it was the Yitian Sword.

Zhao Min took the Yitian Sword, jumped towards the Thousand Buddha Pagoda with a movement of his body.

Wang Baobao stood where he was, his expression fluctuated for a while, and finally gave the order: "Let's go back too!"

At this moment, two figures, one red and one white, moved and collided rapidly tens of feet away from the Thousand Buddha Pagoda, surrounded by sword auras, rolling palms, and the sound of explosions in the air.

The two seem to be evenly matched, but if there are experts here, it can be seen that the sword energy of the white figure is always suppressed by the palm of the red figure, and they have already fallen into a disadvantage.

These two people are naturally Baimei and Ba Siba, suddenly there is a "bang", the two people's bodies are separated at the touch of a touch, each leaps back a few steps.

But at this time, the yellow and red monk robe on Ba Siba's body has been torn a few holes, his face is less precious, and more exasperated.

And the white-browed old man with silver beard and white hair, long eyebrows fluttering, white clothes spotless on his body, a long sword appeared in his hand at some point, the silver light flashed suddenly, the sword energy was awe-inspiring, the whole person stood there, elegant and dusty, like The legendary sword fairy.

Previously, Zhang Sanfeng and Bai Mei joined hands to fight against the enemy Basiba on the top of the pagoda. Basiba was once at a disadvantage. Later, the Thousand Buddha Pagoda was bombed and collapsed. The three masters immediately moved to the battlefield and fought from the top of the tower to the ground. The two of them had a tacit understanding and immediately decided that one would hold Ba Siba, while the other would save others.

Bai Mei was naturally the one who kept Ba Siba behind, although his martial arts were slightly inferior to Ba Siba, but with all his strength, Ba Siba could hardly defeat him in a short time, that's why the scene in front of him appeared .

Ba Siba raised his eyes and glanced in the direction of the Thousand Buddha Pagoda, a look of surprise flashed across his face, "That kid didn't die, and even withstood the falling force of tens of thousands of catties, how did he do it! "

Bai Mei's face was indifferent, but his heart was also full of turmoil. When the Thousand Buddha Pagoda collapsed earlier, he was already disheartened, and he thought that the Emei Sect would be buried here.

Unexpectedly, in the end, it was Murong Fu, who was always disliked by him, who turned the tide and saved Emei's lineage. He was shocked for a moment, "What kind of freak is this kid..."

After looking at it for a long while, Basiba suddenly took a step forward, passing the white eyebrows, and jumped straight to the direction of the Thousand Buddha Pagoda.

"Hmph! You don't take the old man too seriously!" Bai Mei snorted, and the long sword flew out of his hand with a "swipe", directly hitting the vital parts of Ba Siba's body.

Basiba turned over in the air, avoiding the long sword.

Bai Mei didn't move, and pinched a strange sword formula in his hand. He saw that the long sword made a "huh" bend, and the tip of the sword trembled slightly, and instantly divided into eight identical "long swords". The white light is dazzling.

With a few "chi chi", the eight long swords instantly turned into eight white streaks and slashed towards Ba Siba.

"This is by no means ordinary sword energy!"

A thought flashed through Ba Siba's mind, and he was shocked immediately, but he was in the air and had nowhere to rely on, so he twisted his waist immediately, twisted his hands and legs irregularly, and moved to the right out of thin air while flashing the long sword. After a few feet, he managed to avoid the remaining long swords.

The sword formula in Baimei's hand changed, the long sword in the air paused slightly, and the direction of "hu" turned, stabbing Ba Siba from all directions.

Ba Siba had no choice but to kick forward with his right foot, using his body to retreat, Baimei stretched out his hand to make a move, the eight long swords flickered slightly, and merged into one, leisurely returned to Baimei's hand.

If Murong Fu was here, he would be extremely shocked, because Baimei's technique of controlling the sword through the air, like flowing clouds and flowing water, is naturally satisfactory, and it seems to be different from the legendary sword control technique, it is not formed by his use of the Beiming Divine Art and the Great Teleportation of the Universe at all. "Royal Sword Art" is comparable.

All this is a long story, but from Basiba's departure to his return to the original place again, it is only a matter of two short breaths.

"Sword Controlling?" Ba Siba looked at Bai Mei in astonishment. The swordsmanship used by the other party just now is beyond common sense. Apart from the rumored Sword Controlling Technique, he really can't think of any other swordsmanship in the world that can control a sword across the air like this up.

"Don't dare, it's just a little fur!" Bai Mei replied noncommittally, with a look of disappointment flashing in his eyes, and then he fixedly looked at Ba Siba, with a look of swearing to die on his face.

Just kidding, when people find something lost, they will cherish it even more. At this time, he saw the hope of the Emei School again, so naturally he would never give Basiba any chance to take advantage of it.

Ba Siba glanced at Bai Mei, and frowned slightly, "I'm just curious about how that kid managed to do this, don't you want to see it?"

Bai Mei frowned slightly, as if a little moved, but immediately shook his head again without saying a word.

Ba Siba sighed, "Your Excellency, don't worry, I have done my best so far, there is no need to stop you from saving lives."

There are priorities, it is impossible for Bai Mei to say that he is not curious, but it is absolutely impossible to let Ba Siba go, and immediately said coldly: "It is absolutely impossible to let you go!"

"Hmph, that depends on whether you have the ability!" Ba Siba snorted angrily, raised his footsteps slightly, and disappeared in place.

Bai Mei frowned, a sharp cold light flashed in his eyes, with a flick of his wrist, the long sword flew out by itself, spinning rapidly around his body, and every time he turned around, there was an extra sword shadow. There are more than a dozen sword shadows hovering, and the area covered is getting bigger and bigger.

Ba Siba's figure flashed about ten feet to the left of Bai Mei, and at the next moment, a fiery red and fierce palm print appeared out of thin air, and slapped Bai Mei extremely fast.

Baimei pointed the sword finger of his right hand towards the palm print, and the sword shadow beside him immediately split half and cut out from the left.

With a sound of "噗嗤", Ba Siba's palm print was instantly cut into seven or eight pieces, but the strange thing was that the palm force remained concentrated and changed direction in the air, and after a while, it was divided into several smaller palm prints. They were taken from different angles and sizes.

Bai Mei's complexion changed slightly, as if he had thought of something, his hands blurred immediately, the sword formula in his hand changed rapidly, a clear "buzzing buzzing" sounded, and the sword shadows around him shuttled very quickly in the air, and the sword air flowed, as if intertwined into a large Internet, but there are many loopholes on the Internet.

"Hey, it's really just a little fur," Ba Siba chuckled, and the voice came from all directions, making it difficult to discern the direction. "But I admire you very much. There are no secret books to practice, and you can actually cultivate it with your own talent, even if it is only superficial, it is enough to look down on the world!" ""

"I'm so honored, my humble skill, I don't deserve such a compliment from Your Excellency!" Bai Mei looked indifferent, but there was a hint of arrogance in his tone.

About one stick of incense time passed, in front of the Thousand Buddha Pagoda, dozens of people were already densely packed, among them were Emei disciples, Wudang disciples, Shaolin monks, etc. Everyone sometimes looked at Murong Fu, sometimes glanced at Dongfang Bubai, They were discussing something in a low voice. .m.

But Zhang Sanfeng and Zhang Wuji looked slightly pale, after all they had gone through a big battle before, they didn't have much internal energy left, and then they lost their internal energy to Murong Fu continuously, no matter how deep their internal energy is, it is almost bottoming out.

But among the six factions, Huashan and Kongtong remained in the pagoda, but they did not dare to relax.

Murong Fu's whole body was covered by a layer of bluish-red strength, he couldn't see the expression on his face clearly, but judging from his slightly trembling legs, it was obvious that he was also struggling to the extreme.

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