Chapter 611 The mentality is very broken, Murong Fu
Duan Yu used the Yangwu Sword Technique, supplemented by the Lingbo Weibu and the Six Meridians Divine Sword. He was a little embarrassed at first, but later on, he became more and more proficient as he fought. After a hundred moves, Murong Fu basically only had the power to parry.
And there was no way to fight back.
He Xie looked aside and shook his head.
After all, Duan Yu was a scholar who was too rotten. He had countless opportunities to hurt Murong Fu or even kill him, but when the sword came to him, Duan Yu couldn't bear to attack and changed his moves midway, leading to a fight to this day.
However, Duan Yu's merciless approach seemed more like a cat-and-mouse trick and an insult to Murong Fu. The more he fought, the more embarrassed he became. In the end, he completely ignored him and moved forward with every move, and used a method that killed both Duan Yu and Duan Yu.
Play style.
Duan Yu was startled and subconsciously thrust out Shaoze's sword, leaving a bloody hole in Murong Fu's body.
Seeing that Murong Fu was still rushing forward, he screamed in surprise and used another move of "Rich and noble people cannot be licentious". He immediately made a bloody gash on Murong Fu's body and knocked him to the ground.
Murong Fu was covered in blood, struggled to get up, and looked at Duan Yu with a look that was almost cannibalistic.
Duan Yu smiled coquettishly, lowered his sword and said, "Mr. Murong, are you okay?"
"ah……"
Murong Fu roared in grief and anger, looking like a madman and charging at him again with his sword raised.
Duan Yu was so frightened that he fired three Shaoze Swords in a row. Murong Fu suddenly woke up and felt horrified. He hurriedly used Qinggong and escaped in embarrassment.
This time I hid, my energy was dampened and my courage suddenly disappeared.
Murong Fu stood in despair for a while, then suddenly covered himself up and ran away from the valley.
"Master!"
Bao BuTong and Feng BoE exclaimed and hurriedly chased them out.
Duan Yu scratched his head and stood at a loss for a while, finally sighed, turned around and walked towards He Xie.
"Brother..." He smiled coquettishly, "My younger brother begged for two swords for you."
"My sword skills are becoming more and more proficient, which is good." He Xie praised him with a smile.
Duan Yu was startled, then he felt relieved and felt happy.
He Xie looked at Jiumozhi and said, "King Ming, do you know why He insists on your taking action?"
Jiumozhi is actually very strange. Although he and He Xie have never known each other before, and he also has a headache for He Xie from the first meeting to now, but now they have met each other only three times.
Far from being able to take action against the enemy on behalf of the other party.
The reason why he took action just now was because he was already here. He, Jiu Sanda, couldn't have no chance to take action, right?
Defeating the notorious Xingxiu old monster would just make him famous, so why not?
So he just went along with the flow and agreed.
Now it sounds like He Xie has another deeper meaning?
"Please forgive me for being stupid, young monk, for not understanding the profound meaning of He Shaoxia." Jiumozhi said with his hands together.
He Xie looked deeply at Jiumozhi and said: "The reason why He wants to trouble King Ming is because he wants to see your problem from your martial arts. In this way, King Ming will not miss the opportunity for treatment due to caution and regret.
lifelong."
Jiumozhi was suddenly shocked and looked at He Xie in disbelief.
He didn't trust He Xie to check his pulse and had been hesitant. However, he didn't expect that He Xie would find another way to dispel his worries and not delay his condition.
Jiumozhi has lived for so long, and this is the first time he has seen someone so kind and righteous to him. It would be a lie to say that he is not touched.
He bowed deeply and said: "He Shaoxia has shown great concern to the young monk, and the young monk is very grateful!"
He Xie helped him up and said: "He is already aware of King Ming's illness, but this matter is King Ming's death after all. How about we look for another time to discuss it in detail?"
Jiumozhi was moved and said: "It's all right. If He Shaoxia is convenient, what will happen tomorrow at this time?"
He Xie thought for a while and said with a smile: "Then we will stay here. King Ming will come when the time comes, and He will sweep the couch to welcome him."
Jiumozhi bowed deeply once again: "Why bother, young hero?"
He Xie chuckled: "The friendship between gentlemen is as light as water. Prince Ming, why should you be so polite?"
Jiumozhi left with satisfaction.
He Xie turned his head and said, "Third brother, Brother Huang, please wait a moment."
"Brother (benefactor), do it yourself." The two of them held their hands together.
He Xie smiled again at the four guards and Yue Laosan, who had been shrinking aside and not daring to speak when he saw him. Then he turned around and followed Su Xinghe towards the three wooden houses.
But on the other side, Murong Fu was running wildly, full of sorrow and despair.
Thinking about him, he is a descendant of the royal family of the Yan Kingdom, a direct descendant of the Murong family. He has achieved great fame in his thirties, but in recent months, he has suffered frequent setbacks.
First, in the battle at Yingchoujian in Xixia, Qiao Feng showed off his power and made him understand that Bei Qiao Feng's martial arts was far superior to that of Nan Murong. Then in the apricot forest, He Xie defeated him with a single sword blow and then ran out inexplicably.
A foreign monk could overwhelm him without any resistance, and now, he couldn't even defeat a refined prince of Dali.
Is it that the Murong family's unique skills are not worthy of their name, or is Murong Fu's skills inferior to others?
His mentality was completely shattered.
At this moment, Bao BuTong and Feng BoEi also chased after them, their faces full of worry. Seeing the lost Murong Fu in front of them, they also felt heavy in their hearts and felt that their future was bleak.
Is there really hope for Dayan's restoration?
"Master, success or failure is not a matter of fact. You are still young and you have plenty of opportunities." Feng BoE sighed.
"Young?" Murong Fu smiled miserably, "Evil Sword, Duan Yu, Qiao Feng, which one of them is not young?"
As soon as he mentioned this, he felt jealous and resentful in his heart. Why did three such outstanding heroes in this world become sworn brothers to Jinlan, but why did he, Murong Fu, have nothing to do with him?
If he also swore sworn vows with these three people, why would he worry about succeeding in his great cause?
"It's because I, Murong Fu, am not as good as others, and I am ashamed of the ancestors of the Murong family!" Murong Fu said sadly, "Brother Bao and Brother Feng, you must be very disappointed in me, right?"
Bao BuTong looked solemn: "No, no. The Murong family's struggle has lasted for hundreds of years, how profound and sophisticated it is? It's just that you are still young and cannot understand the true meaning of it. Why should you feel sorry for yourself, sir?"
After a pause, Bao BuTong's eyes flashed and he said: "I heard that the Shaolin Yi Jin Jing is the first of the hundreds of Shaolin scriptures. If you practice it successfully, your internal strength will improve rapidly without any bottleneck. If you master this sutra, you only need to suffer in seclusion."
It took me a year and a half to cultivate the sword to ward off evil spirits, but Beiqiao Feng is not even worthy of carrying the young master's shoes!"
Murong Fu was attracted by these words and couldn't help but turn around.
Feng Bo's expression changed, and he turned back to Bao Bubuqi: "Brother Bao, do you want me to rob the Yi Jin Jing? No! How is such an act any different from that evil thief Ding Chunqiu? He will be looked down upon by people in the martial arts world!
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Bao BuTong actually didn't want to do this, but he didn't want to see Murong Fu fall into despair.