However, Murong Fu, who had already taken precautions, did not panic. He immediately raised his right hand and used the hot finger force to condense on his index finger, which was still frozen.
"One Yang Finger!" Yuan Zhen's voice was filled with a hint of surprise, but his figure did not pause at all. Instead, he moved faster, and his cold aura became a bit more intense.
Seeing that Yuan Zhen was in front of him, Murong Fu pointed out expressionlessly. In an instant, their fingertips were inches apart, but they suddenly paused. No one could move forward, and a small crackling sound came out.
, just like adding water to boiling oil, very harsh.
But between the two of them, a red energy and a blue-black energy were in a stalemate, but the red energy was gradually dissolving the blue-black energy, but the speed was very slow.
Yuan Zhen naturally felt that his strength was being dissipated, and chuckled, "Haha, I didn't expect that the donor could train Yiyang Finger to such a high level at such a young age. It's not easy, but it's a pity... still
Not even close!"
After saying that, his cheeks puffed up slightly, and his face turned blue and red, as if he had used the Huanyin Finger to its extreme.
Murong Fu was just about to say something sarcastic, but at the next moment, a colder and weirder force came from his fingertips. He quickly raised his energy and pushed the Yiyang finger to the extreme. Although the Yiyang finger was not yet fully developed, it could not be moved.
He must be able to defeat Huanyin Zhi, but can't he even compare to Yuan Zhen in terms of internal strength?
There was a soft "bang" sound, and the two figures flew out upside down.
Yuan Zhen took about ten steps back, while Murong Fu only took three steps back before regaining his balance. It was clear that the internal strength of both sides was superior.
"It seems that the yin finger alone cannot break the phantom yin finger..." Murong Fu murmured, turned his wrist, and was about to take action again, but suddenly he felt a chill coming from his body. The next moment,
It spread to the eight extraordinary meridians.
Murong Fu's heart trembled, and he hurriedly used the Nine-Yang Magic to protect his Dantian heart veins.
"Hmph, this poor monk has never seen such profound internal strength before. But what if the internal strength is so strong? If you get hit by the poor monk's phantom yin finger, you won't be able to live for long!" Not far away, a trace of Yuan Zhen escaped from the corner of his mouth.
Blood, eyes fixed on Murong Fu, one hand on his chest.
It turned out that in the brief moment of confrontation, Yuan Zhen risked injury and injected a ray of poison from the Phantom Yin Finger into Murong Fu's body.
The yin-cold internal force of the Phantom Yin Finger is extremely poisonous. Once it is hit, the yin-cold internal force travels through the limbs and all the bones. If it were not for the competing Zhiyang internal force, it would be impossible to cure it. It is only slightly inferior to the Xuanming Divine Palm.
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However, Murong Fu's inner strength was very deep, and Yuan Zhen was a little worried, so he spoke to test him.
The corners of Murong Fu's mouth curled up slightly, and he did not answer. He just stepped up his exercises to expel the remaining evil poison from his body.
Yuan Zhen looked at Murong Fu carefully and suddenly realized, "If you want to drive away the poison, there is no way!"
Immediately, another phantom arrow pointed at Murong Fu.
Murong Fu could not be seen moving, and his figure actually moved a few feet out of thin air to avoid Yuan Zhen's attack.
Yuan Zhen was even more sure that Murong Fu would not take action at this time. Although he was very frightened by Murong Fu's movement, he still chased after him without hesitation.
For a moment, the two of them started to move around in the stone room. Murong Fu did not move, but his figure moved across the air, as if he was teleporting, and his body was extremely elegant.
Yuan Zhen kept trying hard to catch up, and at the same time, he would poke out the Phantom Yin Finger from time to time. However, he continued to use the Phantom Yin Finger with all his strength. Even though Yuan Zhen had deep internal strength, after four or five attacks, he started to feel a little helpless.
I couldn't help but feel anxious secretly.
Suddenly Yuan Zhen's wrist flicked, his left hand floated down, and his right hand turned half a circle in the air, and slapped Murong Fu on the back with one palm. The palm force was round and smooth, pure and thick, but he wanted to use a wider palm attack.
Murong Fu.
A look of surprise flashed in Murong Fu's eyes. He didn't expect that Yuan Zhen, besides the Huan Yin Finger, was also very accomplished in palm skills. With a slight sneer on his face, he turned around and stood motionless.
When Yuan Zhen saw what Murong Fu was doing, he immediately became suspicious. Could it be a fraud? However, he then thought about it. His palm was only a few feet away from him. With one strike of his palm, he would definitely be able to spurt his blood. What could he do?
Conspiracies and tricks can no longer be used.
But at the next moment, something horrified Yuan Zhen happened. Murong Fu stood on the spot and did not dodge, but his right palm involuntarily moved to the side, and his palm hit the empty space.
Yuan Zhen was immediately horrified. Although his palm seemed to be nothing special, it actually contained a mystery. No matter how the enemy dodges, he would be hit, but if he missed the hit, it would easily reveal flaws, and
Now he feels like his chest is wide open.
Yuan Zhen was also an extremely decisive person. In the midst of the lightning and flint, he tapped his toes on the ground, and instead of retreating, he rushed forward, while at the same time his left arm seemed to be bent inward.
It sounds like a long time, but actually it only takes a blink of an eye.
Murong Fu suddenly grinned, "I want to run away after I've beaten you enough. How can there be such a cheap thing!"
Before he finished speaking, Murong Fu swung his right arm in the air, and immediately countless fists hit the major points around Yuan Zhen's body.
Yuan Zhen's body was rushing forward with inertia. Although his left arm was in a defensive posture, Murong Fu's hand was too fast and it was difficult to parry. With a pop, his body flew out diagonally like a sack, spitting out a mouthful in the air.
Blood.
Murong Fu did not wait for Yuan Zhen's body to fall to the ground, he raised his leg and kicked out again, hitting Yuan Zhen's body with a strong force. With two "bang bang" sounds, Yuan Zhen's body first hit the stone wall heavily, and then fell to the ground.
land.
"Ahem!" Yuan Zhen coughed up two mouthfuls of blood before his complexion improved slightly. He hurriedly struggled to get up and looked at Murong Fu with fear in his eyes.
Murong Fu took a step forward and found that the man was already a few feet in front of Yuan Zhen. With a murderous intent flashing in his eyes, he was about to kill him with a palm.
"Slow, slow, donor, please wait!" Yuan Zhen said hurriedly.
Murong Fu paused and said expressionlessly: "Why, do you have any last words?"
"The poor monk took action rashly before, so he deserves this retribution. However, the demon sect has not been wiped out yet, and the poor monk will not rest in peace until he dies. Can the donor...can he let the poor monk go for the sake of our joint crusade against the demon sect?" He said
These words were said with great sincerity, especially the words "conquer the devil's sect" which were said with great righteousness.
Murong Fu's face darkened slightly, and Yuan Zhen hurriedly changed his words: "Maybe... or maybe I can save this poor monk's life temporarily, and when the demon sect is wiped out, this poor monk is willing to commit suicide in front of the young master!"
If Murong Fu didn't know Yuan Zhen's true identity, or if he were any other member of the six sects who came to destroy Mingjiao, based on his words, he would definitely not be able to kill him.
But Murong Fu was neither of them. He sneered on his face and said, "Yuanzhen, whose real name is 'Hunyuan Thunderbolt Hand' Cheng Kun, is the master of Xie Xun, the Golden Retriever Lion King who protects the Ming religion. In order to avenge his own personal revenge, he killed his disciple's whole family and then framed him.
Am I wrong about the hatred between the six sects and the Ming Cult?"
"How do you know! You...are you a human or a ghost?" Yuan Zhen suddenly turned pale, his eyes filled with horror. He was the only person in the world who knew his secret, and now he was actually being raped by a stranger.
The young man said it casually, and he couldn't help but be shocked.
"Go to the underworld and ask the King of Hell!" Murong Fu smiled slightly and fired out two bursts of energy, one hitting Yuan Zhen's throat and the other hitting his left chest.
"I'm not willing to give in! I'm not willing to give in!" Yuan Zhen suddenly roared like a madman, slapping his hands on the ground, and his body suddenly rose up. His right hand was half-clawed, and he completely ignored Murong Fu's strength, and with one claw
He grabbed Murong Fu's wrist.
"Dragon Claw Hand!" A trace of surprise flashed across Murong Fu's face. He flipped his wrist to avoid Yuan Zhen's grasp, but Yuan Zhen's claw twisted strangely and caught his wrist like a shadow.
"No! This is... a small grappling hand!" Murong Fu was slightly surprised, and then he realized that what Yuan Zhen was using was not the dragon claw hand at all, but another Shaolin stunt, the "little grappling hand".
Compared with the simple and grand style of the dragon claw hand, this small grappling hand is known for its small size and agility. Especially when used close to the body, it is even more difficult to guard against. Once locked, it will be difficult to break free.
As soon as Yuan Zhen put his hand on Murong Fu's wrist, he went to touch his pulse gate. For any master of the art, the pulse gate on his arm is also a top priority. Once someone grabs it, he can hardly exert any internal energy.
Murong Fu's thoughts changed, and the internal energy in his arm surged out, trying to forcefully open Yuan Zhen's wrist.
But Yuan Zhen already knew that Murong Fu had great inner strength, so how could he be unprepared? He immediately loosened his claws slightly, but immediately held on tightly.
Although he relaxed and tightened for a very short period of time, his timing was so perfect that he just avoided the shock of Murong Fu's internal force, and instead successfully locked on Murong Fu's pulse gate.
Murong Fu was like a deflated rubber ball at the moment, and he could no longer exert any strength on his hands.
Seeing that the attack was successful, Yuan Zhen felt a sense of survival after a disaster, and couldn't help but feel happy, "Hahaha, you are so young and have such martial arts. Given time, your future is limitless, but it is a pity that you have so much experience in fighting."
It’s a bit low, now it’s your turn to report to the Lord of Hell!”
Immediately, he slapped Murong Fu's lower abdomen with the palm of his left hand.
If it were normal, based on his character, Murong Fu would definitely be imprisoned, tortured, and let out today's grievances, and then forced to find out all Murong Fu's secrets. If nothing else, just this deep internal power must be
Is there something hidden?
But now he was almost exhausted. As time went by, it was impossible to guarantee that he could control Murong Fu, so he decided to kill him.
But the next moment, a faint red light flashed across Murong Fu's face, and then his wrists became as soft as if they were boneless.
Yuan Zhen secretly thought, "This is not good", but before he could make any reaction, Murong Fu's wrist had already retracted like a water snake.
"Impossible! How can you still use your inner strength when I have already locked the 'Liequ' and 'Pianli' points!" Yuan Zhen saw Murong Fu break free from his little grasp and immediately retreated.
Zhang Xu, distanced himself from him and said with a shocked look on his face.
"Do you think I will tell you?" Murong Fu sneered, moved his wrist slightly, then raised his right hand and struck out with a palm.
This palm seemed random, but it was so powerful that the whole stone room buzzed, and the strong wind caused the weapon racks two or three feet away to shake. (To be continued)