Murong Fu's thoughts moved and he said: "This place is too cramped, which affects the performance of the juniors. I wonder if Master would be interested in going out to have a fight?"
When Basiba heard this, he glanced at the imprisoned Emei sect, and said with a half-smile but not a smile: "Okay, as you said!"
After saying this, I didn't see how he moved. He suddenly rose up from the ground, and with a "bang", he went straight through the roof of the building and flew out...
Murong Fu glanced back quickly, moved his lips slightly, and sent a message to Fan Yao: "Your Majesty Fan, give them the antidote as soon as possible. Don't wait until they recover. Get out of the tower first."
Fan Yao nodded without saying a word.
"Murong Fu!" When Murong Fu was about to leave, Yuan Ziyi suddenly shouted.
Murong Fu turned his head and looked at Yuan Ziyi in confusion.
Yuan Ziyi's fair face blushed slightly, "You...be careful!"
Murong Fu couldn't help but be startled for a moment, then smiled and said: "Don't worry, you go out and wait for me first."
Immediately, his figure flashed and he flew out through the hole created by Pasiba.
On the top of the Thousand Buddha Pagoda, which is only half a foot in diameter, Murong Fu and Ba Si stand opposite each other.
Standing on the top of the tower, he could still vaguely hear the shouts of killing coming from below. Murong Fu couldn't help but think: "I wonder what happened to Zhiruo and Qingtong..."
Ba Siba glanced around, smiled slightly and said: "This place is quite spacious, enough for you to use."
Murong Fu pulled back his thoughts and looked at the unfathomable lama in front of him. His expression became serious, but he was not very worried. The reason why he proposed to fight on the top of the tower was to give Fan Yao time to save people.
Besides, he naturally wanted to escape easily.
I don’t know if this great monk is stupid or overconfident, but he actually agreed.
Ba Siba seemed to have seen through Murong Fu's thoughts, and slowly explained: "You worry too much there, and it seems that you can't exert your full strength, so I will help you. After all, I haven't met such an interesting little person like you in many years."
Guy!"
"No matter what your reasons are, after all, when we get here, it's not up to me to decide whether to fight or run away!" Murong Fu cursed secretly, but he said with a smile: "Thank you very much, master. Don't worry, I will definitely give you a lesson."
Satisfactory answer."
After saying this, Murong Fu's expression became clear. He held the long sword in his right hand in front of his chest. He raised two fingers of his left hand together and made a sword formula. Suddenly, he jumped up and split into three parts in the air.
, and then stabbed down diagonally, with great speed.
In the blink of an eye, three long swords stabbed in front of Basiba at the same time. The three figures instantly merged into one, and a few inches of white sword light suddenly protruded from the tip of the sword.
Ba Siba's figure remained motionless until the sword energy was only an inch away from his chest. Suddenly, an "iron bridge" appeared, and he leaned back. At the same time, he stretched out his right hand like lightning, and held the sword blade with two fingers.
Murong Fuden felt a resistance coming from his sword. Without thinking, he slapped the hilt of the sword with his palm.
Unexpectedly, the next moment, Pasiba turned around in the air and took advantage of the situation to move the long sword outward.
Seeing that Murong Fu was about to fly out of the tower with his sword, Ba Siba waved his right hand, and a fiery red "rope" appeared out of thin air, grabbed Murong Fu's ankle, and pulled him back.
After Murong Fu landed, he chuckled, "Master is so kind, and he even came to the rescue even after this."
"Huh, don't say anything. Do you think I don't know what you are thinking?" Basiba glared at him and said.
"Master, watch the move!" Murong Fu touched the rubble on his toes, flew up again, and stabbed Ba Siba straight. Although the move was mediocre, the power contained in it was strong and sharp, and the long sword could not pass through it.
everywhere, as if the void had been pierced, leaving a faint white mark.
Basiba reached out and grabbed the tip of the sword.
Murong Fu was slightly stunned, but the next moment, a ball of red power suddenly appeared in the palm of Ba Si Ba's hand, and he actually resisted this unstoppable sword.
"Good boy, try harder!" Pa Siba said with a smile.
"Huh!" Murong Fu snorted coldly, flicked his wrist, and raised his long sword three points. Immediately, three sword shadows pierced Ba Siba's chest, lower abdomen and throat respectively.
Ba Siba also made three palms, and the three hand shadows pulled the three sword shadows back to their original positions and merged into one. He shook his head and sighed: "You can't do this."
The tone seemed a little disappointed.
Murong Fu simply said nothing, retracted his long sword, and swept it out with a "swipe" sound, instantly drawing a half-moon-shaped force, fierce and powerful.
In this way, Ba Siba not only had to block the sword, but also guard against the sword energy. With a thought in his mind, Murong Fu raised his free left hand slightly and "chi" shot out a Shaoze sword, directly facing Ba Siba's side.
On the left side, as long as he reaches out to intercept the sword energy, he will definitely be struck by Shaoze's sword.
"Hmph, no matter how high your martial arts skills are, if you hit the sandalwood point, you will be seriously injured even if you don't die!" Murong Fu couldn't help but think to himself.
Ba Siba's expression moved slightly, but it only disappeared for a fleeting moment. The next moment, he suddenly put his hands together and golden light erupted from his body, and a golden light shield was instantly activated.
"Clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang" sounded three times in a row. Murong Fu's long sword and sword energy hit the golden shield one after another. The long sword was like cutting into fine steel, causing his arm to feel numb.
.
The white energy flowed into the mud into the sea, penetrated into the golden light and disappeared. On the contrary, the purple Shaoze sword energy passed straight through the golden light after a stalemate with the golden light for a while.
In the midst of the lightning and flint, Ba Siba leaned slightly to the right, barely avoiding Shao Ze's sword.
Murong Fu couldn't help but be stunned, and then secretly regretted that if he had directly 'shot' Qi Tan, how could he have escaped.
However, what puzzled Murong Fu was that when he was downstairs, his "Six Swords in One" was blocked by the golden light shield of the god Basiba. Now it even blocked Shaoze's sword.
Can’t live?
Thinking of this, Murong Fu thrust his long sword into the ground, flicked it with both hands, and immediately, dozens of sword energy of different colors shot out.
The color of Ba Siba's face changed slightly, and the golden light simply dispersed. His body twisted for a while, sometimes thicker and sometimes thinner, sometimes taller and sometimes shorter, and he dodged from dozens of dense sword auras.
Murong Fu couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, "What kind of martial arts are you doing?"
Pasiba regained his figure, "This is called Yoga Tantra. How about it? Do you want to learn it? It's very simple. As long as you worship me as your teacher, I will teach you!"
"Apprenticeship?" Murong Fuden felt funny. Although this lama's martial arts skills were higher, he was not yet qualified to be his master. He actually offered to accept him as his disciple. He immediately snorted, "Master is really thick-skinned!"
"Everything in front of you is just a passing cloud and disappears in the blink of an eye. If you feel that I am not qualified to be your master now, I may not feel that you are qualified to be my disciple in the future!" Pasiba said leisurely without being angry.
"Bah, stop talking nonsense, let's do it again!" Murong Fu retorted unceremoniously, flicked his right hand in the air, and immediately the long sword in front of him flew up automatically and shot towards Pa Si Ba. At the same time, Murong Fu's figure swayed
, using the Eighteen Palms of Dragon Subduing, the shadows of two huge golden palms of both hands were condensed but not emitted, and they struck Pasiba.
"The Eighteen Palms of Subduing the Dragon!" Pasiba blurted out, "I am a little envious of this little friend's blessing!"
While he was talking, he was dissatisfied with the movements of his hands. He flicked away the long sword that came first with one finger, and then raised his palms. The golden and red energy ripples flashed out from the palms, and they also condensed into two
A shadow of energy like a golden wheel.
"Bang, bang, bang," there was a rapid sound, and the two men exchanged hands at close range. Fires shot out in all directions, and their energy flew away. The speed of the palm strike was so fast that it was invisible.
As for the long sword that was deflected away, it kept spinning around the two of them, looking mysterious.
In less than half a cup of tea, the two of them had exchanged dozens of moves. However, Ba Siba did not move from the beginning to the end, and his expression was very calm, with a relaxed and carefree look. On the contrary, Murong
From time to time, a trace of anxiety flashed across his face.
Suddenly, there was a "bang" sound, and the four palms of the two people met. Murong Fudeng felt an unshakable force coming towards him. He immediately did not dare to fight hard, touched the ground with his toes, and flew back.
Even though he was quick to see the opportunity, he was still shocked by the inner force of Pa Siba. He almost lost control while he was in the air. Fortunately, the sword flew here just in time.
Murong Fu grabbed the sword and stabilized his body. He couldn't help but feel a sense of depression in his heart. His body swayed slightly and he was bullied again. However, this time, he was holding the sword in his hand. In an instant, his figure changed into
Seven or eight.
Stab Pasiba from different angles and with different moves.
"Good swordsmanship!" Pasiba praised rarely, and immediately stretched out a hand, and a flaming knife condensed from his fingertips.
There was a "clang, clang, clang" sound, and Ba Siba slashed with a knife on the left and a palm on the right. With each move, a "Murong Fu" was knocked away.
Murong Fu seemed to realize that this would not hurt Pasiba at all. Suddenly, all the clones merged into one, holding the hilt of the sword with both hands, raising it high, and then slashed down with the sword. As soon as he climbed up, the top of the tower was surging with wind and whistling.
The sound is so spectacular.
"What is that?" Zhao Min, who was closely protected by the Mongolian army at the bottom of the tower, immediately noticed something strange at the top of the tower. He saw a small black cloud rolling violently at the top of the tower, and a dazzling white light flashing.
After passing by, he was instantly cut in half by Jingwei.
"That's... Did Mr. Murong encounter a problem?" Zhang Sanfeng didn't know if he sensed something strange in the distance. He slapped the Yuan Bing in front of him with his palm and looked up.
Bai Mei also made the same guess.
Seeing that Murong Fu's sword was so powerful, Ba Siba's expression suddenly changed and he shouted: "Stop it quickly, do you want to destroy this tower?"
Murong Fu was slightly startled, but it was obviously too late to stop now, so he simply used another three points of strength desperately. If he could really kill the man in front of him, it would be worth the cost.
At this moment, Murong Fu seemed to be possessed by a demon. He had already forgotten that there were six major sects in the tower, including Fan Yao and Mao Zhizhi.
When Ba Siba saw Murong Fu advancing instead of retreating, he frowned slightly. He could have dodged away, but after a slight hesitation, he chose to stand where he was. Then his hands quickly changed, and he muttered quickly: "Lin,