As soon as Murong Fu finished speaking, he raised his hand and slapped Hasan's face condescendingly. The powerful force enveloped half of the courtyard. It was truly shocking and powerful.
As soon as he made a move, Li Mochou immediately flew back, while Hassan's gray eyebrows trembled, "Haha, my martial arts skills are high, but my state of mind seems to be a bit lacking, why do you attack me just because you disagree?
"
He said something slightly teasingly, but no one could see how he moved. His figure was slightly in a trance, seeming to be there or not, neither dodging nor making moves.
Surprisingly, Murong Fu's palm force passed through his body without any ripples.
Everyone was in shock and doubt, thinking that the young master might have made a false move. The scene in front of them was just an illusion. Soon there was a loud rumble and the earth shook several times. Everyone present was shocked and incomprehensible.
Murong Fu's expression couldn't help but become serious. He actually didn't see clearly what means the other party used to avoid his move. He didn't believe that the other party's Qinggong was so fast that even he couldn't see clearly.
A smile flashed in Hassan's eyes, and he said in an unhurried tone, "What about little friend Murong, do you still want to shut out the old man now? You have to know that even you may not be the old man's opponent.
Rather than making a big feud in vain, it is better to take a step back and enjoy the brighter future. I am here with sincerity."
Murong Fu sneered, "Whether you are your opponent or not remains to be proven. If you really just want to exchange for a few martial arts secret books, I will naturally not refuse. I am afraid that your drunkard's intention is not to drink, but also
What other purpose?"
As he spoke, he stood up from the ground, and with a move of flying dragon in the sky, he swooped down with an overwhelming momentum. Before his palm could reach, an invisible wave swept out in all directions, and the surrounding Lingxiao Pavilion disciples involuntarily retreated.
, dust was flying in the courtyard.
Hassan's sleeves were rustling in the middle. He looked up and still had no intention of hiding. He just bent his legs slightly and his body in a slight arc. He raised his hand and shot out with a palm. At the same time, a wave of
The mysterious fluctuations slowly dispersed, and the surrounding smoke and dust instantly froze, as if the entire space was stagnant.
There was a loud bang before the palms of the two people touched each other, and there was a fierce collision of force. Circles of force fluctuations centered on the two of them and spread to all directions. Wherever they passed, the void was blurred, forming a clear line of separation.
Boundary line, as if the space was cut in half.
Murong Fu was in the air. Although he had nowhere to draw on his strength, he was still very powerful. He paused for a moment, and then a more powerful and domineering palm force came out from his palm. There were several bangs, bangs, and bangs, and the rockery at Hassan's feet was shaken.
The boulder instantly shattered, and the ground began to collapse.
Hassan quickly made a strange gesture with his free hand, pushed up suddenly, and a dark blue palm force shot out, which stopped the decline. Even so, a three-foot deep pit still collapsed in the surrounding ground.
, half of his body had sunk into the stone soil.
However, Murong Fu's downward trend was also stopped, and his palm power could no longer move forward at all.
The palms of the two faced each other a few feet apart, and the green and white colors in the middle were intertwined with each other. The air was squeezed loudly, and no one could do anything to the other.
After all, Murong Fu was in the air. Once the momentum passed, he would lose strength. If he continued to fight hard, he would only suffer losses. Therefore, his elbows were slightly bent and his body flew back.
As soon as he retreated, Hassan's palm power immediately gained the upper hand, and with a loud bang, Murong Fu's palm power was instantly dispersed.
Murong Fu fell back to the roof, looked at his palms, and said with a slight smile, "Haha, I see that your Excellency has everything in mind and the winning ticket. It turns out that it's just a pretense. Humph, your skills are comparable to those in the Transformation Realm, and you actually pretended to come to my Murong home.
You are so brave."
Hassan spun around, jumped out of the pit, patted the dust on his body, and said calmly, "Little friend Murong, don't get too complacent too soon. I will teach you a lesson today. Internal strength cultivation is not
It represents the level of martial arts. Just now you just tested your skills, and now it has just begun."
Before he finished speaking, his figure suddenly became vague.
Murong Fu's eyelids twitched for no reason, and a feeling of uneasiness suddenly arose in his heart. Almost subconsciously, he raised his foot and took a step to the side. His body was already ten feet away.
The afterimage left in place has not yet dissipated. A wisp of almost transparent thread passed through, cutting the afterimage into two pieces. Not far from the afterimage, Hassan's figure appeared, looking like a smile that was not a smile.
Hold him.
"What a fast speed, what a sharp move!" Murong Fu was horrified. He didn't even see clearly how Hassan made the move. You must know that it was an afterimage, not real at all, and it could be chopped into pieces.
Two cuts, how fast is it, and how strong is the energy to do it?
"Hey, little friend, let's try this trick again." Hassan said, his figure blurred and disappeared again.
Murong Fu's heart skipped a beat and he moved away without thinking, but he heard a soft popping sound and another transparent thread passed by. The reason why there was a sound was because a small piece of his clothes was cut off.
.
Before he had time to think about it, a faint chill came from his neck. Murong Fu had no time to dodge, so he immediately leaned back, raised his palms up and down, and instantly condensed a thin light golden aura.
This series of actions was almost completed when there was only a crisp sound of "ding", and the little Kasyapa air mask was cut in half, but it bought him a little time, but when he put his palms together, his whole body was filled with true energy.
When he came out of his body, a flash of green and red light flashed across his face, and a strange wave immediately appeared all over his body, making the air almost stagnant.
The transparent thread seemed to be stuck in a quagmire, and its speed was greatly reduced. It was only a few inches away from Murong Fu's neck, but it could not reach it.
It was also at this time that he saw clearly the true identity of the "Strength Silk". It was actually a white silk thread as thin as a cow's hair and as light as a transparent one. It was a physical object rather than an internal force.
"The Great Shift of the Universe!" Hassan appeared, expressing surprise for the first time, and then he was ecstatic again, "There is no place to be found after you have broken through the iron shoes, and it took no effort to get it, and the Great Shift of the Universe is actually in your hands, haha
Ha ha……"
All this is a long story, but it actually only happened in a matter of seconds. Murong Fu took the opportunity to step back, a trace of surprise flashed across his face. He had seen countless Qimen weapons and hidden weapons, among which the most insidious was the silver needle, and this
I don't know whether it is a weapon or a hidden weapon, but the transparent silk thread is much more insidious and vicious than the silver needle and the like.
Of course, Dongfang Qing's needle and thread are also considered weapons, but she wins with more and faster, and the person in front of her obviously has sinister intentions, deliberately making the silk thread transparent, making it difficult for people to see clearly, combined with her speed
Extremely fast and extremely powerful, even masters of the same level would probably die inexplicably in front of him.
If the opponent's weapon frightened Murong Fu, then Hassan's words made him a little strange. Not only could he recognize the Great Shift, but he also seemed to have been looking for him for a long time. Could this person be related to the Ming Cult?
Thinking that this man claimed to be from Persia, Murong Fu couldn't help but ask, "Who are you?"
After a burst of laughter, Hassan flicked his wrist, the transparent silk thread flashed slightly, retracted, and said, "Little friend Murong, who am I, you will know sooner or later, it doesn't matter, if you are willing to hand over the world
Big move, I will leave immediately and will never bother the Murong family again."
The tone of his speech was no longer as calm and composed as before, but instead became very domineering.
Murong Fu smiled instead of being angry, "Your Excellency's tone is a bit too loud. It seems that the winner has not been decided yet. If I were begging for help, I would not have this attitude."
"Asking for help?" Hassan sneered and waved his hand, "No, no, no, my little friend may not have seen the situation clearly."
"Oh?" Murong Fu couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, "I want to ask for advice!"
Hassan slowly opened his palm, and a small piece of transparent thread was beating in the palm of his hand. He said lightly, "I call this thing 'Shadowless Thread'. Little friend Wei Li has seen it before. Maybe little friend
I still feel that it can’t help you, but what about these ants around? And the hundreds of first-rate masters lurking throughout Yanziwu? They should be my hard work, if they are just gone..."
As soon as he said this, Murong Fu was extremely shocked and furious. There were not only hundreds of first-class masters in Yanziwu, but also more than a dozen of his beloved women. This person actually dared to threaten him like this. The key was that he really didn't dare to do so at the moment.
It was a rash move, because the shadowless thread was extremely sinister, and Hassan was extremely fast. Once he attacked other people, Murong Fu might not be able to stop him.
When Hassan saw the change in his expression, the smile in his eyes grew thicker, and he said earnestly, "My young friend has not only reached the peak of his own martial arts, but has also trained so many masters. To be honest, I am a little jealous.
If you don't hand over the Great Shift of the Universe, you will definitely do what you say. In fact, the Great Shift of the Universe is not your Murong family's property, so you won't suffer any loss by handing it over."
Taking a gentle breath, suppressing the anger in his heart, Murong Fu showed a bright smile on his face, "Senior's name is Hassan, right? How do you know that this great shift in the universe is not a property of my Murong family?"
Hassan was silent for a moment, "You must have guessed that I do have some connections with the Persian Ming Cult. Therefore, I know that the Great Shift of the Universe is the magical power of the Ming Cult. I have been looking for this method for a long time.
The search was fruitless, and I thought it would be difficult to fulfill my wish in my lifetime, but I didn't expect that this trip to the Central Plains would yield unexpected results."
"Some connection?" Murong Fu's mind raced, and he suddenly remembered the great elder and third elder of Mingjiao mentioned by Huiyue Envoy before. Could it be that the person in front of him is one of them?
Thinking of this, he asked tentatively, "Are you an Imam or a Hassani?"
Hassan seemed stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then smiled and said, "I know a lot, I even know the names of the great elder and the third elder of the Persian Ming Cult. However, I cannot answer this question. Okay, I
Your patience is limited, you can either hand over the Great Shift of the Universe immediately, or watch your men die one by one."