The most famous martial arts in contemporary martial arts are the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms and the Star Movement. Even the Shaolin Yijin Jing and the Seventy-Two Special Skills are inferior.

Although the Dali Duan's six-merid divine sword is the best sword technique in the world, it is because it is too high and superior that the people in the Duan family are almost unable to practice, and ordinary people in the martial arts world have never heard of it.

When talking about the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms and the stars are changing, we have to mention the representative figures of these two martial arts.

North Qiao Feng, South Murong.

Let’s not mention the former for now, but the so-called “Nan Murong” does not refer to Murong Fu alone.

How could a mere Murong Fu have gained the reputation of "Nan Murong"? This name was established by generations of Gusu Murong's family over the past 150 years. With the popularity of the two masters of black and white, they are extremely afraid of it.

Use his way to give back to him!

These short eight words are like a devil for many people in the martial arts world.

Even if any warrior who has been hiding in the world does not think that Murong's transformation is an invincible magical skill, who can deny that this unique skill is indeed dazzling, and few people have been able to match it through ancient times.

Now this unique skill that shines brightly in the history of martial arts has only been "excellent"?

Murong Bo was secretly angry, but sneered: "What are the changes of stars? Gusu Murong? You are afraid you have recognized the wrong person!"

Wang Dong said calmly, "Oh, isn't it really?"

The body shot into the air, and an invisible finger force penetrated through the void. The rising snow powder and the exploding wood chips were all swept by this finger force, merged into the energy, and it seemed to turn into a finger sword formed by snow powder and wood chips. It attacked and killed in an instant.

Murong Bo's eyes flashed. Then his body became cold. He felt that there was no place in his body that was shrouded by the sharp finger force of Xiao Sha. Under the sympathy of the qi, even the true qi in his body could not help but feel a slight stagnation.

This is simply incredible.

Murong Bo's heart was extremely absurd, but he was shocked but not confused. He paused heavily, and as the snowflakes exploded, he retreated suddenly, and at the same time his hands bloomed like lotus flowers. Heavy energy spread out.

As the moves changed, his fingers that changed wishfully were as fast as a rainstorm, and they also blocked them with the force of breaking the air.

Bobo!!!

The sounds of shattering layers of bubbles were endless. Murong Bo's ban was like the remaining snow exposed under the scorching sun, collapsed and melted inch by Wang Dong's ban.

The silky energy invaded from Murong Bo's finger and palm, and instantly rushed into his eight extraordinary meridians, rushing around his body and eroding.

"snort!"

Murong Bo let out a muffled groan, and his five fingers turned into fists, and swung them like a strong wind. It was like a guardian of the Buddha's seat waving a big pestle, and a surging force hit out.

Wei Tuo Pestle!

Under Murong Boyun, this Shaolin skill is extremely powerful and extremely fierce. The swinging force seems to have the power to destroy the city and the mountains.

The sound of wind and thunder rolled out.

Murong Bo roared loudly, dragon roared, tiger roared, wind and clouds gathered, and the next moment, it was like a thunder blew up in the void, causing layers of snow waves.

But facing the blow of the thunder and thunder, Wang Dong still kept his color unchanged and pressed it flat with his palm.

This palm is ordinary, it seems like I am pushing away the soft waves, without any unnecessary changes, and it is far inferior to Murong Bo's blow of the fury of wind and thunder.

But this palm is so mysterious that with Murong Bo's ability, it is difficult to see through all the mystery and excitement of this palm.

This trick may be ordinary to use elsewhere, but at this time it is really an antelope hanging its horns, with no trace to be found, which is a stunning move that is as wonderful as the tip of the slightest.

In a while, Wang Dong's palm had already penetrated through the fist without any blockage, and a blow was printed on Murong Bo's chest.

The latter roared angrily, but his body rose up with the attack of Wang Dong. The man was still in the air, his arms flapped and flew out like a big eagle.

He is about to escape!

Murong Bo is not a fledgling young man. His experience is beyond ordinary people's imagination. In just a few breaths, he already knew that his opponent's martial arts were so high that he had reached an unpredictable state. If he didn't leave, he would be afraid that he would really fall here today.

Therefore, he made a quick decision and rushed out like lightning with the power of Wang Dong's palm, without even hiding the injury in his chest. He burst out with all his strength. With all his strength, he was like a rush, and in a blink of an eye, he had already rushed out dozens of miles away.

Ten miles away.

Murong Bo did not feel the other party chasing him, and breathed a sigh of relief. Then his eyebrows and eyes twitched. This situation was certain. He immediately ejaculated with real energy, and the injury in his chest exploded.

Wow! Murong Bo opened his mouth and spitted out a mouthful of blood, dyeing his face with a bloody gray cloth. He was shocked and angry, and more shocked: "Who is this person? Even I have no choice but to be able to meet my martial arts. When will such a great master appear in the world?"

The Murong family of Gusu acquired Luo Tianxia's martial arts. Murong Bo knew all the martial arts methods in the world, but when he recalled, the opponent had three moves in a flash of his fingers, each time it was just the most ordinary move, mediocre, but it was so magical at that time, and whether it was a point of increase or a point, it would have to lose its color.

But if Murong Bo wants to break his head, he can't think of the other party's martial arts origin. While he is concentrating on his mind, he only hears a voice saying: "Mr. Murong is coming so slowly. I have been waiting here for a long time."

The voice was calm and calm, but it fell into Murong Bo's ears but was no less than a thunderclap. The mind that had just calmed down was once again unbalanced.

He looked up in shock, but saw a man in green sitting on the canopy of a giant tree that was twenty or thirty feet tall, with a wine pot in his palm, drinking leisurely.

It was not until this time that Murong Bo truly saw Wang Dong's face clearly.

Although his face was covered with gray cloth, his eyes were filled with shock that could not be concealed. If anyone knew how to read the mind, he would definitely see the words "He is so young" in his eyes.

Even though Murong Bo made many speculations, he still couldn't hide his surprise at this time, because in his speculation, no matter what option it was, his opponent should be an old monster, and the person in front of him was obviously not.

Although martial arts reach a profound level, being old and childish is by no means false, but aura cannot deceive people. In Wang Dong, Murong Bo cannot see a trace of old aura.

At this time, Murong Bo stopped running away because he had already thought it was clear that the other party was playing with him with a cat and a mouse mentality, and escaping was just a humiliation.

After pondering for a moment, Murong Bo calmed down and said in a deep voice: "Dare you ask who is the master of Zun Jia? I asked myself that I have never offended you, why Zun Jia blocked my way and forced me to do something?" (To be continued...)
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