Of course, Murong Fu's palm could not save Huo Gong Tutuo's life, it only temporarily made him lose his fighting power.
After dealing with the Huo Gong Tou Tuo, he turned around and came to Zhou Zhiruo's battlefield. He saw that the sky was full of sword energy, covering a square foot of space. Countless sword shadows were swarming together, constantly compressing Taoist Baiyun's activity space.
However, although Zhou Zhiruo has the upper hand, it seems that he can take the life of Taoist Baiyun in the next moment. In fact, this old guy's Xuanming Divine Palm skill is not a vegetarian. As soon as those sword shadows get close to him for a few feet, their speed will gradually slow down.
, then stagnated and dissipated, as if the small piece of void had been frozen.
He was obviously showing weakness on purpose, and when Zhou Zhiruo couldn't help but bully him, he would fight back with all his strength.
After Murong Fu glanced twice, with a slight sneer on his lips, he stepped forward and came behind Zhou Zhiruo, holding her slender waist with one hand and grabbing her hand holding the Yitian Sword with the other.
Zhou Zhiruo was shocked, but Murong Fu's voice soon sounded in her ears, and she relaxed.
"Zhiruo, I'm going to teach you a unique move called Thousand Swords Vertical and Horizontal Movement. Look out, the secret to luck lies in..." Murong Fu said as he grabbed her delicate little hand and made two volley strokes. Suddenly,
Thousands of sword lights crisscrossed and intertwined.
Seeing this, Taoist Baiyun's face changed drastically, and he no longer dared to hold back. He pushed the Xuanming Divine Palm to the extreme, and his whole body flashed with green and black light. His hands flew, countless palm shadows condensed, and the surrounding temperature suddenly dropped to freezing point.
Murong Fu sneered, took Zhou Zhiruo's hand and slashed the thousand swords vertically and horizontally to the end.
Just hearing a quick sound of chi chi chi, Taoist Bai Yun's Xuan Ming Divine Palm suddenly fell into pieces, shattered and dissipated. Thousands of sword lights suddenly trembled, merged into one, and slashed down.
Taoist Baiyun was so frightened that he turned over and ran away without hesitation. Even though he reacted quickly enough, his back was still scratched by the sword light, leaving several long gashes.
"Haha, Zhiruo is so powerful, even Taoist Baiyun almost died in your hands." Murong Fu said with a hint of teasing.
Zhou Zhiruo turned her head and rolled her eyes at him, "Although this sword move is exquisite, without your skill, there is no way I could hurt him."
As she said this, she was about to set off to chase Taoist Baiyun, but was stopped by Murong Fu. She looked at him doubtfully.
Murong Fu shook his head slightly, "There are plenty of opportunities to kill him. The top priority is to rescue the trapped disciples as soon as possible and escape from the battlefield. These are the elites of your Emei. If you are defeated, the old man with white eyebrows will definitely not let you go."
Zhou Zhiruo thought about it and spat out her sweet tongue, "Grandpa Baimei doesn't know that. If it weren't for him this time, I wouldn't have brought so many disciples out."
A trace of surprise flashed across Murong Fu's face when he heard this. It seemed that the relationship between this girl and Bai Mei was going well. Grandpa even called him.
But this was a good thing, so he didn't think too much about it, "Okay, go quickly, save every one you can, and meet up with Guo Jing and the others as soon as possible, and I will cut off your family."
A trace of reluctance flashed across Zhou Zhiruo's face, "Then be careful."
After Zhou Zhiruo left, Murong Fu looked around. With the help of the leaders of each sect, the disciples quickly gathered together, fought and retreated, and broke out to the north. Although there were still many shadow wolf troops who were elusive, they were still there.
It won't cause much casualties, and you may even injure yourself if you're not careful.
The shortcoming of the Shadow Wolf Army is this. If all the disciples fight individually, no one may be able to resist their attack. But if they gather together and form a formation, it will be difficult for the Shadow Wolf Army to succeed.
Murong Fu shook his head in shock. He didn't know which "genius" came up with the idea of putting such a good killer organization as the Shadow Wolf Army into the battlefield.
But he forgot that if he hadn't made trouble, most of the martial arts people would have died at the hands of the Shadow Wolf Army tonight. After all, in the chaos of the battle, the Mongolian soldiers could be used as bunkers. It was dark again, the light was dim, and the Shadow Wolf Army
The army is like a fish in water.
About a quarter of an hour passed, and most of the disciples from each sect gathered together. As for those who were scattered too far or were trapped in a tight siege, they had no choice but to reluctantly give up. Guo Jingzheng led everyone to break out of the siege to the north. There is a mountain in this direction.
, the army is the weakest, and without the obstruction of Mongolian masters, it is not difficult to break through.
But now, the Mongolian army has been killed in fear. It has lost its previous vigor and dares to surround them from a distance, not daring to step forward. However, those Mongolian masters who joined later are hunting and killing the lone disciples of various factions.
Murong Fu casually took care of the two men in blue, and Huang Rong ran over at this moment, "Hey, you still won't leave?"
Murong Fu turned his head and looked at the center of the basin, where was the battlefield between Lin Chaoying and Basiba. At this time, the battle between the two became intense. A few feet in radius was filled with white and golden light, and the battle was clearly divided into two halves.
"Who is this 'senior'? He is possessed of the Nine Yin Scriptures and is so extraordinary!" Huang Rong followed his gaze and couldn't help but exclaimed.
When she thought about it, this woman with the Nine Yin Scriptures and white hair was probably the little girl who followed Murong Fu with the Six Yin Abnormal Meridians back then. However, this was a bit too sensational, and her appearance and temperament were also
They were not very similar, so they all called "Senior" with some uncertainty.
Murong Fu smiled and said, "Her name is Lin Chaoying. I wonder if you have heard of her."
"Lin Chaoying?" A trace of confusion flashed across Huang Rong's face. She seemed to have heard this name somewhere but couldn't remember it. Then she glared at him angrily and said, "You are a good person. You did it casually without my consent."
If you spread the Nine Yin Scriptures, you will not be afraid of thunder from heaven."
After confirming that Lin Chaoying was not the Murong Xue from back then, she quickly preconceived the idea that the other party's Nine Yin Sutra was passed down by Murong Fu.
"You have wronged me. Her Nine Yin Manual is much more authentic than yours. Haven't you noticed that her skills are much more pure than you and Guo Daxia?" Murong Fu smiled bitterly, nodded a little, and started talking.
Turn, "Okay, if you want to know her origins, you can go find out on your own after this battle. It's better to leave here now."
Huang Rong didn't really care about him. Hearing this, she glanced at the audience and said, "Senior Lin..."
"You go first, I will separate them, and I will arrive later." Murong Fu said, and disappeared in a flash.
A look of worry flashed across Huang Rong's face. Unfortunately, she couldn't get involved in the fight between these people, so she had to go and join Guo Jing first.
At this time, both Lin Chaoying and Pa Siba pushed their skills to the extreme and tried their best, but they still couldn't defeat each other.
Lin Chaoying was fine, but Basiba was very anxious. He could feel that what was originally a good game for them to catch a turtle in a urn had turned into sending a sheep into the tiger's mouth. The Mongolian army suffered heavy casualties tonight. As expected,
The casualties of the former army will be even greater, and if it continues, they may be defeated.
Finally, Pasiba couldn't help it anymore and said, "Sir, you and I want to decide the winner. I'm afraid it won't be possible in a short time. How about we just let it go and just sit back and watch without anyone taking action?"
"No!" Lin Chaoying could easily see through his thoughts and sneered, "Now that the situation is clear, as long as I hold you back, I have the advantage. If it were you, would you give up?"
Pasiba was slightly angry when he heard this, "Really? I see that your true energy is overflowing and you are full of vitality. You should be reborn as a heavenly being soon. Aren't you afraid that you will be accidentally injured and your vitality will disappear and you will never be able to live again in this life?"
Opportunity to break through?”
Lin Chaoying was silent. The other party's words could be said to have touched her weak point. If she continued to fight, not to mention getting injured, her true energy would be greatly depleted and her vitality would be damaged, which would also greatly reduce the possibility of her advanced transformation.
But if this great lama is not held back, many martial arts colleagues will be put in danger. After all, even if the opponent does not take action, he can still command the Mongolian army and Mongolian masters to respond to the enemy. It will be even more difficult for the disciples of the four sects to escape. At this time, she
I couldn't help but think of Murong Fu, "Oh, what on earth is that brat doing..."
At the moment when she was hesitant and distracted, Basiba's hands changed, his mouth opened and closed rapidly, and he uttered a strange syllable. In an instant, the wind and clouds surged, the air waves rolled, and a golden golden handprint condensed into the sky, and
It shot down with lightning speed.
Lin Chaoying came back to her senses and subconsciously wanted to dodge, but found that the space near her was almost stagnant, her figure was obscure, and her movements were slow.
In desperation, she had no choice but to raise the long sword in her hand and stab it into the void several times in a row. She had learned about the Tantric Mahamudra, which had the ability to lock in momentum and energy. Once the handprint was released, it was as if the space was sealed.
, if you want to break the Mahamudra, you must first break the opponent's Qi nodes. Her swords are exactly where the Qi points of the Mahamudra are.
But Pasiba's Mahamudra is not the same. Even if the Qi node is broken, the blockade of space is still not broken.
Lin Chaoying soon discovered this problem and could no longer be surprised. Seeing the handprints getting closer and closer, she gritted her teeth and was about to use a move that would almost kill both of them. However, at this moment, a white shadow flashed in front of her, and suddenly there were many
A person came out, but I saw him raising his middle finger and swiping lightly with his hand. There was a sizzling sound, as if the space was punctured, and the big handprint was split into two halves in an instant.
"You...you..." For the first time, a look of horror appeared on Basiba's face. He looked at the old man with white beard and white eyebrows in disbelief. He tried several times but nothing happened.
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Murong Fu smiled slightly and said, "You little lama do have some skills, but it's a pity that you can't get the 'Mahamudra' back home. You'd better go back and practice for two more years."
Lin Chaoying gave him a strange look. He was already very proficient in big handprints, reaching the pinnacle, but he was caught off guard and took advantage of him. What's more, if she read it right, he had a transparent finger wrapped around it.
The one with silk thread is obviously taking advantage of the advantage of silk thread, but it is really shameless to belittle people for not being good at Kung Fu.
Ba Siba was so shocked that he couldn't close his mouth for a long time. Finally, he managed to recover and actually bowed and saluted, "Thank you for your teaching, senior. I don't know your surname?"
Murong Fu stroked his long beard and said, "Little friend, you don't have to be polite. I am Wuming. I come from the outer cave of Tianwai Tian Cave. Well, being your senior is more than enough."
"Unnamed? A cave outside the sky?" Pasiba was as confused as a two-foot-tall monk. Just as he was about to ask a few more questions, Murong Fu waved his hand, "Okay, I will give you a good lesson when I get the chance next time.
Let’s just say goodbye tonight, no farewell.”
After saying that, he picked up Lin Chaoying and turned around to leave.