Qiao Feng was stunned. He was also a smart man. How could he not hear the dissatisfaction in the tone of the Beggar Clan elder? However, there were so many doubts about it that for a while, he couldn't understand the reason at all.
Xu Chongxiao strode forward. Although he was old, his steps were vigorous and he possessed a superb martial arts skills. He walked with a certain awe-inspiring demeanor.
"Gang Leader Qiao, the enemy is right in front of you, do you still want all the brothers to turn a blind eye?"
Xu Chongxiao snorted coldly, his eyes a little aggressive. Qiao Feng's expression changed slightly, but he did not lose his composure. He said loudly: "Elder Xu, there are still doubts about the death of Brother Ma, and it is not completely confirmed whether it is really Young Master Murong.
What do you mean by this?"
"What do you mean? Our Beggar Gang has been famous for hundreds of years, and now the deputy gang leader has been killed. If we can't avenge him, then what kind of gang is it that is the largest in the world?"
Xu Chongxiao sneered, his inner breath circulated, and the sound spread throughout the apricot forest. Most of the Beggar Clan disciples could hear it clearly. Many people couldn't help but nod, thinking that what Xu Chongxiao said was true. The Beggar Clan was famous. If even the deputy leader was killed
If you can't avenge your revenge, your reputation will be completely ruined.
"The disciples of the Beggar Clan obey the orders and set up dog-beating formations. Today I, the Beggar Clan, will learn the secret skills of the Gusu Murong clan!"
Before Qiao Feng could say anything else, Xu Chongxiao actually gave the order directly. This scene made many people's expressions change drastically. This was a complete disregard for the gang leader's authority.
It's just that Xu Chongxiao's reputation in the Beggar Clan should not be underestimated. When he gave the order, most of the Beggar Clan disciples immediately started to take action, beating the bamboo sticks, and started to crush Murong Fu and his party with chaotic steps.
An awe-inspiring momentum suddenly burst out, thrilling.
Qiao Feng's expression changed immediately, knowing that something was going wrong. If the battle started today, the consequences would be really disastrous.
This was not the result he wanted to see, so he immediately shouted: "Disciples of the Beggar Clan, stop it!"
"Hmph, since the gang leader won't uphold justice, what else is there to say? Take action!"
Xu Chongxiao was unmoved and ordered again.
As a result, although many disciples stopped, there were still many people taking action, and they accelerated the pace. These people were the masterminds of today's conspiracy, and many of them were Xu Chongxiao's confidants. Naturally, they followed orders.
From.
"Haha, very good. I really didn't expect that a gang of beggars would be so arrogant and arrogant, and they would take action now. But it's okay. The reincarnation of life and death and the destiny of heaven are just a thought. Since you don't cherish your own lives,
Why should I begrudge my killing methods?"
Murong Fu watched with cold eyes. Seeing that these Beggar Clan disciples were really preparing to take action against them, he sighed softly and walked forward step by step.
Bao BuTong and others were stunned at the same time. They almost didn't expect that things would change so quickly. The two sides were arguing with each other just now, but they didn't expect that they would be fighting each other in the blink of an eye.
However, although there was some surprise, Bao BuTong and Feng BoE had nothing to fear. Although the Beggar Clan's reputation was powerful, it could not scare them both. They immediately held weapons in their hands, ready to fight.
Jiumozhi was also stunned for a moment, his eyes flashed, and his aura flowed around him, and he decided to help Murong Fu. After all, he had a close relationship with the Murong family. Since it happened to be a meeting, it was natural that he could not stay away from it.
"You don't have to do anything, just watch from the sidelines."
Murong Fu's voice came suddenly, with an unquestionable firmness in his tone. Several people thought for a moment and decided that it would be better not to take action for the time being. If the situation really went bad, it wouldn't be too late for them to go up and help.
"Okay, as expected of Gusu Nan Murong, you really have some courage, let you try the power of the Beggar Gang's dog-fighting formation."
Xu Chongxiao stood aside, and when he saw Murong Fu dare to go up to him alone, he immediately sneered and said.
"Oh, I hope you can still laugh later."
Murong Fu sighed in his heart, and the look in his eyes suddenly changed. His whole person became cold and ruthless, and a sense of death spread everywhere. People couldn't help but feel a sense of terror. The entire apricot forest felt like it was at this moment.
It became bitingly cold.
Boom, murderous intent was everywhere, and Murong Fu's momentum was overwhelming. The whole forest was shaken by the wind, the dust was flying, and the dead leaves were rolling around.
Clang!
A sound of gold and iron resounded throughout the world, and a gleaming silver sword appeared in Murong Fu's hand. The sword was three feet long and exuded a biting cold air. It was obvious at a glance that it was a magical weapon.
This sharp sword is a sword passed down from generation to generation from the Murong family. It is called the ancient sword of Longcheng. According to legend, it was the sword of Murong Longcheng back then.
At this time, Murong Fu had a sword in his hand, and his temperament changed drastically. It was no longer the calm and calm look before. Instead, it was dazzling, the sword energy soared into the sky, and a fierce murderous aura filled the air.
"This, this is?"
Bao BuTong's complexion suddenly turned pale, and his whole body trembled a little, as if he had seen something incredible.
Feng Boxie's situation was not much different. He took several steps back, his face full of horror, and there was even a strong look of fear in his eyes.
The performance of the two people was noticed by Jiumozhi next to him, which made him very puzzled.
"Donor Bao, Donor Feng, what are you two?"
"Master, if something bad happens, my young master may go on a killing spree!"
"Yes, in these years, the young master has rarely used a sword. When we competed with us, he only used fists and kicks to deal with it. But now he actually drew the sword. Once the sword was drawn, then, the consequences would be frightening in the Xingzi Forest today.
It’s going to be a river of blood.”
Bao BuTong and Feng BoE spoke in horror, as if remembering the past that they couldn't bear to look back on.
A few years ago, they had accidentally seen Murong Fu practicing his sword. That scene, with endless death and brutal murderous intent, was just like Shura. It was really too scary. Since that day, they had never seen Murong Fu again.
Fu Lian Jian, today this member of the Beggar Clan seems to have really annoyed Murong Fu. Once the sword is drawn, Bao BuTong and Feng BoEi know very well what a terrifying scene it will be.
Jiumozhi was filled with surprise and uncertainty. He focused his eyes closely on Murong Fu's every move, trying to get some clues.
The atmosphere was oppressive and silent. Murong Fu had a sword in his hand. No matter how long it had passed, the beggar gang's dog-beating formation finally came in front of him.
At this moment, there are hundreds of people setting up this dog-beating formation. Each of these disciples of the Beggar Clan is not very powerful, but once they form a formation to fight against the enemy, their power is greatly increased, regardless of attack or defense.
, all invulnerable, like a human wall, rolling over, the bamboo sticks were waving, and the sound of hissing through the air continued to sound. At a glance, Murong Fu was surrounded by a green light.
"What a beggar gang dog-fighting formation, what a pity, what a pity!"
Murong Fu's sigh rang in everyone's ears. For some reason, everyone suddenly felt a strong bloody aura rolling in, and an endless edge of murderous aura suddenly burst out.
The next moment, a gray sword light slashed out.
The light of the sword froze the Fourteen Continents, and the mighty killing energy was like a dancing dragon and snake. The ray of sword light was extremely terrifying, spreading out in an arc shape.
In the blink of an eye, there were endless popping sounds, mixed with frightened screams, and blood mist suddenly filled the air.
One strike of the sword brought endless death and decay. Although the beggar gang's dog-beating formation was not weak in defense, in the face of this sword light, it was like spring breeze and rain, without any effect. Dozens of bamboo sticks broke one after another, and at the same time
Those who were broken were also the disciples of the Beggar Clan who were closest to Murong Fu. These disciples, without exception, were cut into two pieces under the light of this death sword. Their corpses flew around, blood spattered, and a large area of the ground was dyed red.
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"No! Mr. Murong, stop it!"
The first person to react was naturally Qiao Feng. His eyes were splitting. Seeing the scene in front of him, he couldn't believe his eyes. He let out a stern roar and rushed over at the same time.
"Gang Leader Qiao, it's already too late. Since they took action against me, they have to accept the consequences. Once I use my death sword, I will be dead and no one in the world can save me!"
Murong Fu's expression was indifferent, and he was still dressed in green clothes, but he was like a god from above, looking down on the world, indifferent and ruthless, and treating all things like a stupid dog.
Whoosh, a green shadow flickered, and Murong Fu's figure suddenly jumped into the crowd. He waved the long sword in his hand, bringing boundless despair and death. Every time the sword light was waved, there were gray sword auras crisscrossing each other.
, wherever he passed, broken arms were scattered all over the ground.
In just three or five breaths, Murong Fu fired seven or forty-nine swords in succession, killing a group of people with each sword. When he paused, none of the Beggar Clan disciples who had just struck were alive.
People.
Blood and corpses covered the ground. Murong Fu stood calmly in the center of the corpses. The silver light of the sword in his hand was still there. There was no trace of blood left, but it became more and more cold and shining.
Only at this time did Qiao Feng approach him.
Looking at the corpses of beggars all over the ground, Qiao Feng's face turned gloomy. He looked like an angry volcano that might erupt at any time.
"Mr. Murong, you are so cruel and poisonous with your sword! There are hundreds of Beggar Clan disciples. You killed them all with just one move."
Qiao Feng's tone was low and deep, without any emotion. His silence was frightening, and his voice seemed extremely hoarse.
"Gang Leader Qiao, I said that since they dare to take action against me, they must have the courage to bear the consequences. These people deserve to die. To die under my death sword is a blessing."
Murong Fu's calm and indifferent tone made people feel chilly.
This calm and calm attitude, which regards life as an ant, arouses boundless fear no matter who it is.
Murong Fu has been a man for several generations, and to this day, except for his heart of seeking Tao, other so-called good and evil, life and death, and killing have no concern for him at all, let alone the lives of more than a hundred disciples of the Beggar Clan.
, not to mention being ignored by him. Thinking about how many Mongolian soldiers died under his sword in the world of the divine eagle, compared with that scene, this can only be regarded as child's play.
What's more, once the Death Sword is released, it will only bring death and destruction. Apart from that, there will be no second result.
"What a Nan Murong, you are already a complete devil, today Qiao will pay with your blood!"
Qiao Feng shouted loudly, his breath became more and more terrifying, his eyes turned red, he took one step forward, and struck with a palm in the air. The roar of the dragon was earth-shattering, and the wild and domineering palm power surged forward.
The dragon was fighting in the wild, its blood was black and yellow, Qiao Feng's palm was so powerful that the color of the world changed, and the surrounding air seemed to be drained by the infinite force.
Murong Fu chuckled, without drawing his sword, and slapped a palm casually. It was so soft and weak that it met Qiao Feng's world-dominating palm power.
Poof, there was a muffled sound, and in the horrified eyes of everyone, Qiao Feng's palm force was like a mud cow entering the sea, and sank into Murong Fu's palm. Then the same vast and dragon-like palm force flipped out, directly killing Qiao Feng.
above the chest.
The dignified leader of the Beggar Clan flew up into the air with one move, his chest rattled, and before he landed, he spurted out a mouthful of hot blood and turned pale.
Defeated, Qiao Feng was defeated, defeated without any suspense at the hands of Murong Fu.
Moreover, the palm power he received was the Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms he performed himself.
"Repay the other person with his own way!"
Jiumozhi spoke word by word with a solemn look on his face. Only at this moment did he understand how terrifying Murong Fu's martial arts was. It had reached an unfathomable and unimaginable level.
He could clearly see that the method Murong Fu used just now was indescribably wonderful. Qiao Feng had to bear as much force as he exerted with his palm.
He coughed repeatedly, but Qiao Feng was so talented after all. Even after being hit by such a severe slap, he still stood up without completely falling down. His heroic demeanor was admirable.
However, although he stood up, his breath was weak and his chest was rising and falling, and it was obvious that he no longer had the strength to take action.
Murong Fu's Dou Zhuan Qian Kun Kung Fu has now reached the state of transformation. With every move of his hand and every move, he can reverse the yin and yang and shift his energy. Compared with the Murong family's original Dou Zhuan Xing Shi, it is much more powerful. When he strikes, he is invisible and intangible.
Traces, even a figure like Qiao Feng, was unable to resist at all under his battle. He was directly killed by one blow and temporarily lost his combat effectiveness.
Silence, there was silence in the entire apricot forest, especially looking at the bloody corpses in the field, it was even more frightening.
Many Beggar Clan disciples were completely lost at this time, and had even lost the courage to take action.
It was true that Murong Fu had struck too hard and too quickly. In the blink of an eye, hundreds of people died on the spot. This scene was like Shura hell and had completely frightened them.
"Those people outside the forest, why don't you come out?"
Murong Fu paid no attention to the reactions of the Beggar Clan members. He turned his eyes and looked toward the southeast. There were lush trees and lush vegetation, and it seemed very quiet.
Just as Murong Fu finished speaking, a group of people walked out.
One of them was an old monk in yellow clothes. He was turning the Buddha beads in his hand and had a compassionate face, but his face was slightly pale. He had obviously seen the bloody scene just now.
There was also an old couple, and next to them was a thin donkey rider. This man was shaking all over and his eyes were flickering.
Finally, there was a middle-aged man with a square face and a dark face, a pair of judge pens in his hands, and he walked over cautiously with a few young people.
Monk Zhiguang of Tiantai Mountain, Grandma Tan of Chongxiao Cave in Taihang Mountain, a weirdo Zhao Qiansun, and the iron-faced judge Shan Zheng and his son.
They originally came to Xingzilin today to solve a public case that happened back then, but they did not expect that they would witness such a bloody and cruel scene. They were all frightened. When they heard Murong Fu's message, they did not dare to neglect and showed up directly.
Come out.
"Very good, Monk Zhiguang, Grandma Tan, Zhao Qiansun, Shan Zheng, you guys have also arrived at the border of Jiangnan. It seems that you are well prepared."
Murong Fu spoke calmly, his eyes were calm and without any emotion. No one knew what he was thinking.
"By the way, what should you do? I'm very interested in what happens next. I also want to know what the reason for you, important figures in the martial arts world, are gathered here. Anyway, it's not for me.
Is Murong Fu coming?"
"Young Master Murong is joking. I am waiting here because I have other important matters that have nothing to do with you!"
Mr. Tan is an old man with gray beard and hair, and said with a forced smile on his face.
"Very good, then you can continue. Let's talk about the matter of my Murong family and the Beggar Clan last."
Murong Fu said something coldly, then returned to Bao BuTong and the other two, remaining silent.
"Master, aren't these people here because of our grudges with the Beggar Clan?"
Bao BuTong asked softly.
"Of course not. These people come from all over the world. How can the death of a deputy gang leader of the Beggar Clan carry such weight? They are here for a big event. You will know as you read on."
Murong Fu shook his head slightly but did not say it directly.
The atmosphere in the venue was tense and a bit strange. Everyone in the Beggar Clan was still immersed in the killings just now. The newly arrived monk Zhiguang and others did not know where to start. The scene was so deadlocked.
Come down.
Fortunately, things soon took a turn for the better. A burst of noise was heard, and a group of Beggar Clan disciples walked in from outside the forest, surrounding the two of them.
These two people are the two elders who teach and enforce the law of the Beggar Clan.
There was another moment of silence. Although everyone was impressed by Murong Fu's ruthless tactics, they did not remain silent. First, Kang Min began to talk about Ma Dayuan. However, at this time, the Beggars Clan no longer dared to mention this matter.
Murong Fu's head was broken, but it was vaguely transferred to Qiao Feng.
Finally, he took out the secret letter from Wang Jiantong, the previous leader of the Beggar Clan.
Soon, a public case from thirty years ago began to unfold one after another.
Although there were some changes along the way, nothing surprised Murong Fu.
He has seen through the essence of today's Beggar Clan gathering. The pursuit of Ma Dayuan's death is simply an excuse. The real purpose involves the struggle for power within the Beggar Clan. Several elders and many helmsmen are...
In addition, Madam Ma, Xu Chongxiao and other important figures in the Beggar Clan are adding fuel to the flames, and their goal is to oust Qiao Feng, the leader of the Beggar Clan.