Chapter six hundred and seventy fifth death is bizarre
Seeing that Murong Fu didn't want to say anything, Ding Minjun naturally didn't dare to ask any more questions and followed him without saying a word.
When we arrived in front of Deshilou, the lights were brightly lit, and a man could be heard wailing from the crowd, "Brother, who wants to harm you, and who is so vicious..."
The heroes were whispering to each other, and the scene was very chaotic.
Murong Fu looked up at the place where the plaque was hung on the stone building. There was a vertical chess piece with a blue and white Bagua pattern printed on it, and the word "Bagua" embroidered on the side.
Murong Fu frowned slightly, but he couldn't remember what sect it was.
There are countless sects, big and small, in the rivers and lakes like crucian carp crossing the river. His attention has always been on some first-rate sects, but he has never paid attention to these inferior sects.
"Sir, this is the sign of the Bagua Sect." Ding Minjun seemed to notice that Murong Fu didn't recognize this sect, so he cautiously approached his ear and introduced softly, "This Bagua Sect can barely be considered a member of the Wudang Sect.
Branch."
"Huh?" Murong Fu looked puzzled. If it was a branch of Wudang, it was absolutely impossible for him not to know about it. He had never heard of any branch of the Bagua Sect in Wudang.
Ding Minjun pursed his lips and smiled and explained, "The founder of the Bagua Sect is called Wang Weiyang. He was originally a lay disciple of the Wudang Sect. When he was thirty years old, he came down from the mountain and started a dart business. With a Bagua knife, he
A pair of Bagua Zhang defeated the invincible opponents in the green forests of Jiangbei, and later created their own 'Bagua Sect'."
"Because he is a disciple of Wudang, he has always regarded himself as a branch of Wudang. However, because he is only an outer disciple of Wudang, the Wudang sect does not recognize the existence of this branch."
Murong Fu suddenly understood that according to the rules of the martial arts, if a disciple of a certain sect can become famous in the martial arts world and achieve great success, he can establish his own sect. However, this sect is still regarded as a branch of the sect, but the outer sect cannot be regarded as a branch of the sect.
The disciples, that is, the lay disciples of Wudang and Shaolin, are not included in this list.
Of course, if you say this, the love of incense can be cut off immediately. Many branches of sects are like the Bagua sect.
"The person who died must be Wang Weiyang." Murong Fu thought in his heart, and walked straight towards the field. The crowd naturally separated into a lane, but no one noticed Murong Fu's arrival.
When I got closer, I saw a headless corpse lying on the floor in front of the stone building. It was of medium build and plainly dressed. There was a scimitar hanging on the waist. One hand was holding the scabbard and the other hand was holding the handle.
It was only an inch long. It was obvious that the man's head was missing before he could draw the sword.
The incision on the neck was extremely smooth. It could be said that the head was chopped off with one knife, without any pause in the process. It was obvious that the murderer struck very quickly, cruelly and decisively.
"Oh, who did this? To be so ruthless?" One person in the crowd shook his head and sighed.
Shi Qing took two steps forward, reached out and dipped his hand into the blood on the corpse's neck, then explored other places, and said, "The blood is still hot. There are no other wounds on the corpse. One stab is fatal."
The heroes immediately rolled their eyes and said, "My head is gone. If it wasn't a fatal blow, it would be fatal."
Shi Qing glanced around and asked the middle-aged man who was crying on the headless corpse, "Is the dead person the leader of the Bagua Sect, King Weiyang?"
The middle-aged man shook his head, "No, it was my senior brother Zhang Zhaozhong who died. The master has long since retired from the position of head, and now he is enjoying his old age in the family."
As soon as these words came out, everyone was shocked.
Someone immediately asked, "Are you talking about Fire Hand Judge Zhang Zhaozhong?"
The middle-aged man nodded.
The heroes looked at each other in confusion. It was said that Zhang Zhaozhong was also a disciple of Wudang. He was good at wielding a Ningbi Sword, had excellent martial arts skills, and was a righteous man. He had a good reputation in the north.
No one had much doubt as to why Zhang Zhaozhong became the leader of the Bagua Sect. Most of the people present were leaders of the same sect and masters of the same sect, but most of them were temporary scapegoats to deal with the order of the Knight Island to reward good and punish evil.
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I just didn't expect that Zhang Zhaozhong would become the scapegoat of the Bagua Sect and die inexplicably in the Yingbin Pavilion.
Could it be that the people on Xiake Island have discovered everyone's plan and plan to kill everyone before drinking Laba porridge? Everyone was thinking secretly when a man walked out of the stone building, holding something in his hand.
When everyone looked at it, they saw that it was a bloody human head, with its face alternating between green and red, just like a living person, its eyes widened, and it looked like it was refusing to rest in peace.
No one among the people had seen what Zhang Zhaozhong looked like, but when Xiake Island invited people, they would verify his identity and there was no falsehood. Since the middle-aged man said that the deceased was Zhang Zhaozhong, no one doubted it.
"Ah!" Ding Minjun couldn't help but exclaimed when she saw the human head. Ever since she was frightened by Murong Fu that day, she was a little allergic to human heads.
Everyone followed the sound and discovered that there was a handsome young man and a good-looking woman in the crowd.
"It's you!" Ding Busan and Ding Busi recognized Murong Fu immediately, and a trace of anger flashed across their faces. Ding Busi was the most frustrated, "I remember, it was you who plotted the plot during the day.
I!"
As he spoke, he took out his right hand, and his left hand came out from under his right hand. The two palms interspersed with each other, and he shot three palms in a row. The speed of the shot was quite rare.
Ding Busan couldn't stop him, so he gave up, thinking that it would be good for the fourth child to try this kid's skills.
Lu Liding naturally recognized Murong Fu, but he huddled in the crowd and pretended not to notice.
Seeing Ding Busi's palm power in the blink of an eye, Murong Fu sneered. He took out his palm with his left hand and his right hand from under his left hand. He also struck out with three palms interspersed with each other. It was exactly the same as Ding Busi's martial arts, but
Both in terms of power and speed, they are obviously much stronger.
"Puff puff puff", the two of them exchanged three palms in a row. After each pair of palms, a powerful force flew out. Ding Busi also took two steps back. After the three palms were exchanged, Ding Busi's body
Xing Teng Teng Teng stepped back by a few feet, his face turning green and red.
The heroes were already stunned by the sudden fight and unconsciously made way for a small piece of open space.
"I'm so angry," Ding Busi gritted his teeth in anger, "You kid, you actually used my martial arts skills to deal with Fourth Master. Third brother, please don't take action. I will definitely teach this kid a lesson tonight."
"Fourth brother, don't worry, third brother will never take action."
Ding Busi's face suddenly darkened. It turned out that what he said just now was just a tacit secret code between the two brothers. He told Ding Busan not to take action, but in fact he asked him to take action. Unexpectedly, Ding Busan took advantage of the situation and really didn't.
Take action.
He had just realized that Murong Fu's skills were unfathomable. If Ding Busan didn't take action, he would never be his opponent. But now that he had spoken, he had no choice but to bite the bullet.
Then Ding Busi shouted loudly and rushed towards Murong Fu, his palms flying like knives, with fierce momentum and extremely fast speed.
"Brother Tian, my fourth grandfather is being bullied. Please help him quickly." Ding Dang, who was standing aside, heard Ding Busi's embarrassment and immediately whispered to Shi Potian.
"Ah..." Shi Potian was sizing up Murong Fu secretly, curious in his heart that this man had such high martial arts but no breath at all. When he heard what Ding Dang said, he immediately showed a look of embarrassment, "This... this is not
Okay, two against one..."
"What's wrong!" Ding Dang immediately changed his expression and glared at Shi Potian, "Are you just watching Fourth Grandpa being bullied like this?"
While the two were talking, Murong Fu and Ding Busi had already exchanged hands, but no matter what moves Ding Busi used, Murong Fu always counterattacked with the same moves. He stood still from the beginning to the end, watching his expression.
It was also easy and smooth, but Ding Bu used four unique tricks one after another, but he never took advantage of him at all. Instead, he retreated farther and farther each time.
"Brother Tian, please help my Fourth Grandpa!" Seeing that Shi Potian was unmoved, Ding Dang changed his tone and began to act coquettishly, his voice sweet and sweet.
"This... okay." Shi Potian saw that Ding Dang's beautiful eyes were full of mist. He couldn't help but feel soft and nodded. However, he thought in his heart, I will wait for Fourth Grandpa to retreat for a while before going up. This way
Not only did Fourth Grandpa save his face, he would not bully those who were in power.
Suddenly there was a "bang" sound, and Ding Busi was hit by Murong Fu, and his body flew backwards. Seeing the opportunity, Shi Potian suddenly took a step forward, and reached out to press Ding Busi's waist midway.
Bu Si's body gained some leverage, and the carp stood upright and landed firmly on the ground.
Shi Potian, however, stretched out his body, half-clasping his hands into claws, and grabbed Murong Fu's wrists. Although his moves were quite powerful, his body was crooked, and he clearly showed a lack of effort.
However, Murong Fu didn't look down on him at all. He flipped his wrist and used his thirty-six-way grappling hand to grab Shi Potian's wrist with his backhand.
Naturally, everyone saw that the person who broke the angel was the Ding family's eighteenth-level small grappler, but Murong Fu counterattacked with the thirty-sixth large-scale grappler. They were all confused in their hearts. With Murong Fu's attack style just now, shouldn't it be possible?
Is he a master of the Eighteenth Route Army?
Of course they didn't know that Murong Fu's martial arts skills were just for sale. The Ding family's eighteen tricks were quite mysterious. He could only get a glimpse of their form but not the true meaning. If he forced them to use them, even if he would not be defeated, he would not be defeated.
But it's no longer as relaxed and natural as before.
Shi Potian was the most proficient in martial arts among the eighteen small grapplers. Seeing Murong Fu counterattack with the big grappler, the moves in his hands did not change, but the position of his feet changed. His body swayed and he suddenly flashed to Murong Fu's side.
, and the target of both claws became Murong Fu's neck and ribs.
If these two points are caught, the enemy can be restrained instantly. The essence, mystery and ruthlessness of the small grappler are here.
A strange color flashed in Murong Fu's eyes. It was not difficult to break this move originally, but he didn't want to change his position, so he had to turn his right hand into a palm and block it on his neck. He grabbed a handful with his left hand, just in time to catch Shi Potian.
The hand between his own ribs.
It was originally just a normal defensive move, but when Shi Potian's hands were about to come into contact with Murong Fu, he saw his hands blur and strangely grabbed Shi Potian's wrist.
"This is..." Shi Potian was astonished. He didn't see clearly how Murong Fu did it, and he froze on the spot.