Chapter six hundred and seventy third sneak attack misunderstanding
Without waiting for anyone to ask, he pointed at the black-bearded old man and said, "Brother Qin is even more dangerous. He must go to sea once every three months and dive to the bottom of the sea a hundred feet deep to collect clay."
"Feng Sanniang goes to various islands every month to collect rootless water."
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Wen Renhou pointed at seven or eight people in succession and introduced their tasks respectively. Everyone was confused. Everyone really did something different, and these people were only a small part of their respective tasks.
Without knowing the purpose of Xiake Island, I only know that it was a great effort.
He Zudao smoothed his long beard under his chin, his eyes flashed, but he remained silent.
"There must be some big secret in this Xiake Island!" This is the common thought in everyone's mind.
"That's not right, Brother Wen. Xia Ke Island has gone to great lengths to invite martial arts comrades. If it's just to do these hard work, then it's too much. I see that there are many masters and ordinary people on these islands, and they can definitely be used.
Are they going to do it?" Another old man in the crowd asked doubtfully.
"Of course, not all martial arts comrades in the Central Plains do such hard work," Wen Renhou changed the subject, a trace of contempt flashed across his face, "If you can put down your dignity and work wholeheartedly for Xiake Island, you will gain a lot.
You are given preferential treatment, not only do you not have to do hard work, but you can also enter the secret place on the island to practice, and your martial arts will improve rapidly."
Hearing the word "secret place", Murong Fu's heart moved slightly, thinking of the stone chamber inscribed with the Taixuan Sutra. But Wen Renhou had no intention of talking any more.
Murong Fu really wanted to rush in, pinch his neck and ask him where his secret place was, but thinking that there were many masters in the room and an unknown person, he had to suppress this crazy thought.
After a while, the room started to discuss again. Some people said that after drinking the Laba porridge, their skills would increase, and then fight to the death with the people of Xiake Island. Some people said that they would instigate discord among the six major families and let them fight to the death.
Everyone comes out to pick up bargains again.
Some people even say that to capture the thief, capture the king first, sneak into the place where the two island masters of Longmu are, poison them, or use them as a trap. As long as you kill these two people, everything will be over.
Murong Fu listened for a while and found it boring, so he left the stone building with Ding Minjun.
On the road, Ding Minjun said nothing, and Murong Fu was thinking about things silently. At this moment, the wind around him tightened, and a strong wind came from behind.
Murong Fu paused for a moment, and without seeing him move, he changed positions with Ding Minjun, then whispered a mantra in his mouth, raised his hands up and down, and a layer of golden light suddenly appeared all over his body.
There was a soft "poof" sound, and a palm hit the golden light.
"Eh?" Accompanied by a soft eh, the palm force retreated at the first touch.
Murong Fu dismissed the small Kassapa aura and looked back, only to see a person standing behind him, with fluttering clothes and a childish face. It was He Zudao who was sitting in the room earlier.
"I didn't expect that this person would notice it." Murong Fu felt awe-inspiring in his heart, but his face remained calm as he asked calmly, "The junior has no enmity with the senior, so why did the senior launch a sneak attack?"
He Zudao looked at Murong Fu for a while, with deep surprise in his eyes. He had been on the island for a few days and had seen many young people with extremely high martial arts skills. He was already accustomed to this.
But the boy in front of him was extremely young, and his martial arts skills were extremely high. He couldn't be compared to ordinary geniuses. And if he was not mistaken, the martial arts skills he used just now came from the esoteric sect of the Western Regions.
"I didn't expect that Xia Ke Island can even acquire the magical skills of Tantric Buddhism. It's beyond my expectation." He Zudao calmed down the waves in his heart and said.
But he thought Murong Fu was a person sent by Xia Ke Island to monitor everyone, "It's a pity that you listened to things you shouldn't have listened to. I can't keep you here."
Murong Fu was stunned for a moment, then realized what he was doing, shook his head and said, "I am not from Xiake Island. Like you, I am also from the Central Plains."
"Oh?" He Zudao raised his eyebrows slightly. He had never heard of such a young master in the Central Plains and asked immediately, "Which sect are you a disciple of?"
"Gusu Murong family." Murong Fu replied.
"Gusu Murong family..." He Zudao muttered, then nodded after a while, "I remembered that there is a family named Murong in Jiangnan, but..."
When the conversation changed, his expression suddenly turned cold, "Why should I believe you?"
Before he finished speaking, he made a sword secret in his hand, and an extremely sharp sword energy was like thunder and lightning, instantly piercing Murong Fu's chest.
Murong Fu was shocked. This sword had no roots or origins. It seemed to be born from his chest, and it seemed to come from outside. It was so fast that it was really beyond the reach of any sword energy. He only sent out one sword energy.
What will be the consequences if dozens of words are spoken.
In the midst of the lightning and flint, Murong Fu didn't have time to think too much. He couldn't dodge even if he wanted to, so he had to put his hand to his chest like lightning, with his palm facing outward, turning into a zhenqi shield to block the sword energy.
He had just finished a series of actions when he heard a "pop" sound, the sword energy penetrated the zhenqi shield, and then there was a sharp pain in his palm.
It was during this delay that Murong Fu released a red sword energy in his free hand, and with a "chi" sound, He Zudao's sword energy broke into two pieces.
Murong Fu stepped back, turned his palm over and saw a wound that was about an inch wide, with blood pouring out and pain.
"Six Meridians Divine Sword! Are you from the Duan family?" He Zudao looked at the Shang Yang Sword Qi in Murong Fu's hand in surprise and asked.
The Six Meridians Divine Sword is said to be the best swordsmanship in the world and has a great reputation. How could he not recognize it?
"Good old man," Murong Fu avoided answering He Zudao's question and just looked at him with a cold face, "Today, my master, I will make you pay the price!"
As he spoke, he pinched his sword skills with both hands like wheels, and pointed at He Zudao several times. At the same time, dozens of sword energy of different colors shot out.
Murong Fu was so inexplicably attacked, misunderstood, and injured. How could he not be angry? He didn't care about the other party's background, let alone whether it was a knight's island or not. He wanted to teach this old man a lesson.
"Wait a minute, do it!" He Zudao shouted, but the sword energy had already matured, and all his dodge directions were sealed tightly. He secretly thought in his heart, "The Six Meridians Divine Sword is indeed extraordinary", and his movements were not slow.
, he instantly mobilized all his strength and placed a sword energy barrier around his body. From a distance, he looked like a hedgehog with thorns all over his body.
Ding Minjun was already frightened to death. When he saw He Zudao's move, he couldn't help but open his mouth slightly. What kind of monster are these? Can the swordsmanship be used like this?
There was a rapid sound of "clang, clank, clank", like the clash of gold and iron. Wherever the sword energy of the Six Meridians Divine Sword passed, the sword energy of thorns was scattered everywhere. Most of it was broken in an instant, but one of them stabbed He Zudao's chest.
Shaoze's sword energy was blocked, and a white light ball could be vaguely seen there, and all the sword energy scattered around was sucked in by it.
"Hmph!" Murong Fu's move was broken, and his face became a little colder. He rubbed his hands together and pulled out a stream of white sword energy. Six swords merged into one. With a roar, the white sword energy surged in the wind. In an instant, there were three swords.
It was ten feet long, and the tip of the sword just reached the top of He Zudao's head.
"Master Duan, I have something to say..." He Zudao wanted to stop Murong Fu first, but unexpectedly, Murong Fu kept attacking one after another. He was overwhelmed and a little angry arose in his heart. Hum, that's fine, I'll teach you a lesson first.
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"Cut!" Murong Fuqing shouted, and slashed down with both hands, and the shadow of the giant sword also slashed across the sky. For a moment, a strong wind roared, and the void seemed to be cut in half, making it blurry.
He Zudao's heart was filled with fear. The white ball of light on his chest had not yet dissipated. He immediately raised his hands and the ball of light suddenly flew to the top of his head and expanded rapidly. In the blink of an eye, it was about a foot in size. The light was slightly dim, but it was extremely dazzling.
People dare not look at it.
There was a loud "bang" sound, and the phantom of the giant sword struck the ball of light.
The ball of light was quite magical and seemed to have the effect of absorbing sword energy. When it first came into contact with the shadow of the giant sword, it quickly swallowed up its energy like a whale absorbing water. The originally solid giant sword instantly became dim.
It became a veritable shadow and finally disappeared.
Murong Fu was stunned for a moment, and his heart was hardened. Just as he was about to use all his strength, he saw the ball of light above He Zudao's head changing again, bulging and swelling, as if something was about to burst out of his body.
He Zudao's expression changed drastically, and he threw the light ball without thinking.
Murong Fu felt bad, so he made a move to catch the wind and wave, and in the middle he picked up Ding Minjun's slender waist, and the two of them retreated.
There was a loud "bang", and the ball of light flew only a few feet before it exploded. The fierce sword energy spread out in all directions, flying sand and rocks, the sword energy swept away, and the surrounding vegetation turned into debris.
Murong Fu withdrew three or four feet away, waved his hand and deployed an air mask to protect the two of them.
All this is a long story. In fact, it only took about ten breaths from He Zudao's sneak attack to now. The dust fell to the ground and the smoke dispersed. Murong Fu didn't look up and couldn't help but stayed for a moment. He saw the light ball exploding just now.
There is already a large pit about a foot deep in the land, surrounded by traces of sword energy.
Of course, the worst thing was He Zudao. At this moment, his hair was in a messy bun, and there were three sword marks on the left, two and right sides of his cheeks. A section of his left sleeve was missing, and his skinny arm was covered in blood and flesh. He was in a miserable state.
Murong Fu knew that considering the opponent's martial arts skills, this was just a minor injury, but he had lost face to his grandma's house.
Sure enough, He Zudao came back to his senses and stared at Murong Fu angrily, almost wanting to spit out fire.
At this moment, a rustling sound came from not far away, along with the noise of weapons being unsheathed. Apparently, the movement just now had attracted the attention of the heroes in the stone building.
"Hmph!" Murong Fu didn't want to get into a conflict with the heroes prematurely. He gave He Zudao a cold look and said, "This is the price of your sneak attack. If you punish me a little this time, I will definitely kill you next time."
Rao."
After he finished speaking, his figure blurred and disappeared into the forest.
He Zudao was slightly angry. He moved slightly, but stopped again. His eyes changed uncertainly. After a while, he finally sighed and did not catch up.
"Senior He, what happened?" Shi Qing arrived first and asked, but then he was stunned, "Senior He, you... what are you..."