This is a lonely grave, with a dilapidated cemetery and overgrown weeds.

When you take apart the weeds, you can see a broken tombstone standing in front of the tomb. You can vaguely see the broken handwriting "Murongyou and his wife's Tomb".

The son wants to support his parents but his parents are not waiting for him, and tears flow through the water cannot be banned.

He could no longer control his inner emotions, and could no longer control the sadness in his heart. He knelt in front of his parents' grave, burst into tears, heartbreaking. His past scenes kept popping up in his mind, the scene of his mother coaxing him to sleep every night, the scene of his parents' love, dancing swords and swords... I recall the scene of his separation with his parents on the night six years ago.

He knelt on the ground and calmly swore to the sky, swearing that he must avenge his parents to comfort the spirit of their parents in heaven.

He vowed to destroy Kunlun in his lifetime.

At this moment, I suddenly heard someone chuckling behind me, "Senior Brother Third, this little guy is really overestimating his abilities. He dares to speak loudly here and try to destroy Kunlun."

"Lao Wu, what are you calculating about with a dying person?" Then a rough voice responded, with a slight reproach.

Looking up, I saw more than a dozen people in gray robe around me, including swords, swords, halberds or forks, faintly forming a combination of Murong Yu. They all looked gloomy and their eyes were bright.

Murong Yu stood up, holding the sword in his hand, his legs were a little numb, as if he had been kneeling for too long, and his blood was not circulating smoothly. He asked in a gentle tone, "Who are you and why are you here?"

One of the middle-aged men with a slightly fat figure said, "I am the Kunlun disciple you swear to destroy." His tone was disdainful.

"It's you."

"Yes, over the past six years, my Kunlun disciples have lined up to guard this place every year to search for your whereabouts. It made God open his eyes, and we finally waited for such a magical skill. This time we can finally report to the death, no longer have to bear the wind and sun, and stay in this place where birds do not shit." said the slightly fat middle-aged man, "Boy, hand over the things quickly, I will keep you a whole body."

Murong Yu snorted and said, "What you want is on me. If you want it, come and get it yourself."

The slightly fat middle-aged man smiled and said, "I don't know how to raise my head, and I dare to be stubborn until I die." He flashed his figure and bullied Murong Yu. Although he was slightly fat, his footwork was indeed extremely agile and brisk. He stretched out his hands and used a dragon-capturing hand to grab Murong Yu's shoulders.

The tears on Murong Yu's face had not dried yet. Seeing that there was no way to avoid it, he held the sword tightly and swung the middle-aged man with a slightly fat figure. The middle-aged man with a slightly fat figure could not avoid it. The sword body hit him heavily, and he couldn't help but fly out and fall to the ground, overwhelming a piece of weeds.

The slightly fat middle-aged man cursed: "Damn kid, how dare you save your ancestors."

"Fifth Brother, let me vent my anger for you." A middle-aged man with a thin figure responded.

The fifth senior brother replied, "Chen Liang, if you can destroy this dead boy, I will pay for your drinking wine tonight." Then he said to everyone, "As long as anyone of you can destroy him, I will pay for all the money for your drinking wine."

Everyone cheered and said, "Chen Liang, hurry up, if it doesn't work, hurry up and change us."

Chen Liang replied, "You'll just watch it." His figure flashed rapidly, and the sword was like a rainbow. The sword was extremely sharp, and it stabbed Murong Yu's forehead with a trick, pressing tightly. What he did was use was the triple blow of the folding waves in Kunlun Sword Technique. The back wave pushed the front waves and the waves were stronger than the waves. One style was stacked and one style was sharper than the other, and one style was faster than the other.

"Chen Liang is a good sword technique, and he is already very similar. If he trains it in the future, he will still be a good player." Senior Brother Third praised while looking at it.

Murong Yu's expression did not change and his body changed. He dodged. He took advantage of the opportunity to reach Chen Liang, and then swung his sword and shot hard at Chen Liang. This attack had been brewing for a long time.

The sword body hit Chen Liang hard, as if he was hitting the joint of a bamboo pole. There was only a dull sound, as if something had been broken. Chen Liang fell to the ground without saying a word. The force of this blow was even stronger. He hit the joint of the spine hard, probably breaking his spine.

"The Kunlun Sect is not bad either. If there are only such characters, you may not be able to get the things. Let's go together and don't waste my time."

The third senior brother said sinisterly, "It's great, it seems that I'm careless. It seems that you have learned a good martial arts in the past few years."

"You can tell if your martial arts are good or not, but killing all of you dog thieves is enough."

"Yellow-haired waiter, you're quite angry. Since you're so anxious to die, I'll give you my best." Then he said to everyone, "Fight quickly and decide without leaving any backup."

More than a dozen people in gray-robed gray robe had their weapons unsheathed and rushed up. The sword formations were all flowing out, and the time was true and sometimes they were illusory and illusions, and their moves emerged one after another, and their power doubled for a while.

Murong Yu no longer held his feet wide, jumped up with his toes, his sword was unsheathed, and his roar was like a dragon's roar. Then he turned over in the air, pointing the sword tip to the ground, his sword moves trembled like a wind-thrust and storm. He picked up the sword formation, and suddenly the sword tip hit the ground, and with the support of the sword tip, his body soared into the sky again. The sword quickly stabbed several swords, stabbing straight into the chest of the fifth senior brother. The sword pierced the body towards him, killing the fifth senior brother on the spot. Murong Yu

He pulled out the sword hard, flew away the fifth senior brother's body, and then turned his body and changed his sword to block the sword behind him, blocking the sword-slashing swords behind him. Perhaps because he was too young, and his internal strength was not strong enough, the shock caused his tiger's mouth to hurt. He almost couldn't hold the sword in his hand, and he was stabbed by several swords on his body. However, they were all slightly injured outside the skin, so they would not have any impact and would not be fatal.

Murong Yu rolled on the spot, and his sword pierced out diagonally. He took advantage of the chaos to attack, and rolled the sword in a way that shook back the enemy. Then a carp stood up and waved the sword to use a style of Fengxiang Jiuxiao in "Phoenix Feather Art". With the flash of lightning and lightning, several gray-robed men sprinkled blood on the spot.

As soon as the sword formation was broken, everyone couldn't help but get in a mess. Murong Yu took advantage of the opportunity to use his sword move and swung several swords one after another. In an instant, everyone fell into the sword and fell to the ground and died on the spot.

"It seems that you may not be able to do what you want with your subordinates if you want my life."

"A group of wastes will die if they die." The third senior brother said angrily. After saying that, the long sword was unsheathed and swung the sword. The sword style was strange and sharp, and the sword move was as fast as lightning. There was an extremely cold internal force on the sword, and the cold air was shining.

Murong Yu was forced by the cold air and couldn't help but shivered all over his body.

He quickly swung his sword to block it. The sword style was extremely fierce, which made his tiger's mouth numb and bloody. The strong cold air attacked his heart. He couldn't help but feel his chest stagnant, his whole body was sore and soft, and his body was shocked and he took a few steps back.

The front has not yet exhausted its strength and the later strength has arrived again.

When Murong Yu was still in the future and thinking, the third senior brother swung several swords to attack Murong Yu, knocking Murong Yu several feet away.

This is a master, rare and unfathomable.

This is probably the most difficult enemy he has encountered at the moment. This battle is about life and death.

Not only the gap in internal strength, but also the experience in combat, these are things that he cannot fight against the opponent.

But if he wants to win, he will do whatever it takes, even if he uses poison, yes, use poison. Murong Yu thought about using poison at the first time. Poison is his greatest reliance, his bottom line, and his biggest secret.

If this battle fails, then the fate will come true.

Murong Yu took out a pack of powder from his arms and quietly sprinkled it in the grass. At this time, he was in the forefront.

This is a pack of poisons. It was used by his elder brother when he was in the valley. It not only has the effect of Shixiang Soft Jingsan Powder that makes the peerless masters weak, but also the effect of bleeding from the seven orifices once the poison breaks. It is just right at this moment. However, these toxins have long been immune to any effect.

The poison dissipated with the wind and spread in the air. Without the knowledge of the spirit and the ghosts, they quietly floated towards the third senior brother.

Even if it is violent and violent, it takes time to work. He must hold on for a while and let the poison penetrate into the opponent's body silently.
Chapter completed!