In the western suburbs of Baidi City in Shu, there is a dense forest covered with thick snow.

The cold wind is like a knife, causing a thrilling pain.

But no matter how cold the wind is, it cannot be as cold as Murong Bo's heart.

He seemed to have turned into a wooden stake, motionless, and cold sweat rolled down from his forehead to the snow, splashing snow powder.

Murong Boqiang suppressed his shocked mood. The experience accumulated over the years made him calm down quickly. He maintained a strange posture of standing still but did not speak.

At this moment, his whole body was filled with energy and flowed all over his body, like a full bowstring, ready to go. Once he spoke, he would break this balance and reveal his flaws.

In such a situation where the enemy is unknown, even if there is a slight flaw, it is extremely fatal.

Time passed by minute by minute, and a stick of incense passed in a flash. Murong Bo's figure was still as steady as a rock, his breath was still long and powerful, without a trace of disorder, but the surprise in his eyes became stronger and stronger, and a hint of hidden worries arose in his heart.

During this incense stick of time, he concentrated his mind and moved his energy, and his entire energy and spirit had reached an unprecedented peak. However, in the sense of qi, he still could not feel the existence of the person behind him. He only felt that he was empty behind him. If the warning signs in his heart had not disappeared, he might even think he was suspicious.

Murong Bo's eyes flashed. He knew that he had met at this time the only master he had ever seen in his life. Although he didn't know who the other party's surname and who was and why he came? But as the saying goes, the person who came was not good, and the person who was good did not come, he secretly regarded the other party as his opponent.

The current situation is extremely unfavorable to him.

He thought of lightning and thought about countermeasures.

The fight between experts has always been a disadvantage in defending one side. Now it is the most dangerous situation. It would be fine if the opponent takes action directly as soon as he comes up. But he doesn't move alone and does not trigger it, which is more dangerous than a violent attack.

Just because of this, Murong Bo must maintain a high concentration of spirit at all times and cannot relax at all, but human power sometimes becomes poor. Over time, his spirit will inevitably decline from prosperity.

Maybe there is no need to wait until he loses energy.

It should be noted that his true energy is full at this time. He wanders around his body with eight strange meridians. Although he is not triggered, the heat continues to evacuate to the snow under his feet.

Once the snow melts, it will inevitably break the shape he is currently maintaining, and his unobstructed aura will instantly reveal a gap.

The moment this flaw is revealed, it is the best time to take action.

If you point to others, Murong Bo thought that he would never miss such a god-given opportunity if he had been himself.

Can't wait any longer!

The longer you wait, the more you will be in trouble!

Murong Bo is also a very decisive person, and his thoughts are certain. His energy is immediately swelling, as if it will burst out at any time. At the same time, he said, "Who is the master joking with me? Why not show up and see me, hiding my head and showing my tail, it's not a hero."

Responding to him was a chuckle.

boom!

And just as laughter sounded, Murong Bo moved.

The true power burst between his feet, like a bomb exploded out of thin air, and the snow rolled up, and the snow powder turned into a tornado, spiraled up and rushed straight behind him.

Swish!

Murong Bo rushed forward like a sharp arrow, and he was already seven or eight feet away. At the same time, he did not turn his head back, and rolled his sleeves back. With a "swoosh" sound, the sound of the air breaking through the wind. The iron ball made by him suddenly shot out.

This series of movements, pulling out the body, breaking the snow, swinging forward, and waving the robe and brushing the sleeves! Everything happened in the flash, and all showed Murong Bo's extraordinary combat wisdom and first-class skills.

His body swept like a gust of storm across the snow, rolling up snow waves, two or three rising and falling, and it had already thirty feet away.

But before he could breathe a sigh of relief, the voice sounded behind him again: "Hidden your head and tail? You don't even dare to show your face to others, and you are qualified to talk about heroes?"

The sound was fluttering, like a ghost, and as the sound fell, the strong wind blew, and the iron ball shot backwards and rushed towards Murong Bo.

"How is that possible?"

Murong Bo's pupils suddenly contracted, and he was shocked for a moment, his heart full of incredible thoughts.

He was a master of martial arts in the world and had already reached the top of the world with his own internal strength and light skills. Even if he could not be called invincible in the world, even if someone could beat him, he would at most be half the heavier.

But now he was thirty feet away in his breath, and the other party actually came first, just like a ghost behind him, and his ghostly body movements were not revealed at all. Until now, Murong Bo still had not seen the other party's face.

The iron ball penetrated through the air, shooting through the air, making a sound like a thunderous sound. Murong Bo did not care about being shocked, his body was folded, his hands were densely packed, and his true power spread out layer by layer, constantly changing between his fingers, unsteady.

It is the magical skill of Murong, Gusu, who is famous all over the world.

The next moment.

Puff puff puff!! Puff puff puff!!!

A series of silent sounds continued to sound, and the iron ball containing real power rushed forward, tearing the layers of true energy under Murong Bo's cloth into pieces, and with the most fierce attack, it broke through a passage and rushed over.

"Douzhuanxing" is not just a skill of leveraging force. Its core lies in rebound and movement. It is better than the "Douzhuanhuimu" skill of Zhuyihua Palace, but any exquisite martial arts still need to be pushed by people. After the iron ball was infused with Wang Dong's true power, it was almost like thunder and lightning. With Murong Bo's attainments in Douzhuanxing, he could not take advantage of the momentum to rebound.

Murong Bo retreated suddenly, and suddenly exhaled and burst into tears. With the thunderous shout, his true energy surged and stirred up. He used the method of moving to force the direction of the iron ball shooting for about a century and hit the left side.

With a loud and earth-shaking sound, a giant tree that was embracing two people was penetrated by an iron ball, and the energy burst out, and hundreds of pieces of broken wood bursts exploded, and the heavy snow under the giant tree was lifted up and turned into a snow wall.

Murong Bo was instantly shrouded in countless wood chips and scattered snow powder.

"With his way, he will give him the same person. Gusu Murong's unique skills are indeed good!"

Wang Dong's voice was calm, his body rushed forward, and it flashed ten feet like teleportation. His finger was like a flying star, and he hit the dust and snow powder.
Chapter completed!