strictlysupreme Chapter 168 Then Look At Your Excellency, How Much Is It?
Chapter 168 Then Look At Your Excellency, How Much Is It?
Duan Yu's face became anxious, his single finger was concentrated, and he was about to use the Six Meridians Excalibur.
"Six Meridians Excalibur, let's try the little monk's Shaoze Sword first!" Jiumozhi let out a grinning grin, and stretched out his little finger, with one finger shining brightly, piercing Duan Yu's chest, blood blooming.
The Six Meridians Excalibur is really good, and the true Cultivation Technique that focuses on attacking is rare in the world.
Duan Yu looked at the blood hole in his chest, a mouthful of blood spurted out, he couldn't believe that Jiumozhi had really practiced the Six Meridians Excalibur.
He is a true martial arts prodigy, even if he practiced Shaoze sword against him, he could achieve something.
Someone came from a distance, it was Murong Fu, the turmoil was fierce, including three people.
"Cousin." Wang Yuyan said hastily.
"Jumozhi, you secretly learned martial arts from my family's Huan Shi Shui Pavilion, and you stole Yu Yan again and again, today I am at odds with you!"
Murong Fu has been holding a deep breath in his heart, he just learned the reason of Yanmen Pass, Xuan Bei was killed by his father Murong Bo, who intentionally set the blame on him.
Without such a real father, he worked hard for more than ten years before he got the reputation of Nan Murong, and everything disappeared in one day.
Qiao Feng was even worse, Xiao Yuanshan killed his adoptive father, adoptive mother, and mentor, and blamed him.
The leader of Beggar Sect is gone, and he has become the public enemy of Martial Forest.
This is the father of two cheating sons.
"Today I will kill you!" Murong Fu struck out with hatred, using what he had learned all his life, his sword was shining brightly, pointing directly at Jiumozhi.
At this moment, Jiumozhi first took the thousand-year-old stalactite, and then got the Shaoze sword, his confidence was greatly increased, and he was not afraid at all.
His hand was like an afterimage, and the flaming knife was burning. In just three strokes, all of Bao Bu Bu Dong were severely injured.
Murong Fu charged with a white sword, Jiumozhi picked up the flower with both fingers, the fiery red True Qi condensed between his hands, surging True Qi, strangled the long sword in front, clanging softly.
The two wrestled in mid-air, for a while Murong couldn't move forward and couldn't retreat.
Jiumozhi approached gradually, put his palms together gradually, grabbed the white sword firmly, it suddenly collapsed in the sky, flew up with one leg, and kicked Murong Fu flying.
"You are a defeated general, what qualifications do you have to fight for me? Your so-called North Qiaofeng and South Murong are all vain people!" Jiumozhi looked around everyone and said with a long smile.
"Bei Qiaofeng avoids fighting, and Nan Murong is even more in vain!"
"It seems that in this world, only I, Xi Jiumo, Dong Changqing!"
"Murong Fu, this is the true way of giving back to others!" Jiumozhi said flatly.
"Shameless!" Murong Fu said coldly with blood dripping from the corner of his mouth.
In the distance, a figure leaped forward, with a majestic figure, with sword eyebrows slanted into his temples, and he slapped it with a single palm, creating a wave of terror that shocked everyone around him.
Jiumozhi's expression changed suddenly, he lifted his palms up, took three steps back, and stared at the stalwart man in amazement.
"Could it be that your Excellency is Beiqiao Peak?" Jiumozhi asked in horror.
"Jumozhi, you are stirring up trouble in the Central Plains and causing countless disputes. Qiao also really wants to see you."
"Then look at your Excellency, how many catties it weighs!"
Jiumozhi stepped forward, condensing the true qi of the flames, the sword glow swept through the air, Qiao Feng soared into the air, and the Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms swept through the air, the two palms intersected, the true qi of the surrounding sky surged, shaking for a radius of 100 meters.
Qiao Feng took three steps back and stood calmly.
But Jiumozhi stepped back dozens of steps, looked at Qiao Feng in astonishment, and rushed forward with blood in his heart, but he stopped him.
"Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms, it really is Martial Forest Secret Technique, Qiao Feng saw the brilliance of North Qiaofeng today, it is really a great joy in his life."
Jiumozhi took a deep breath, clasped his palms together, and said respectfully.
As he spoke, he walked slowly outside the gate of Juxian Village.
"Your Excellency is as famous as the little monk Xi Jiumo. It is only natural that this Murong Fu has a false name, so he deserves to be compared with Your Excellency?"
"Master, Mr. Murong has great ambitions, far beyond Qiao Feng's reach." Qiao Feng slightly cupped his hands.
"Okay, Your Excellency is not only powerful, but also broad-minded. Xi Jiumo, Dong Changqing, Bei Qiaofeng, and Nan Murong are really not enough to compare with the three of me!"
Jiumozhi turned his back to the crowd, put his two fingers on his chest to stop the churning of Qi and blood, and took a deep breath.
"There are very few people in the world who can draw a tie with the poor monk. I hope that I will have the opportunity to compete with Your Excellency in the future!"
He walked away with a flick of his sleeves, spurting out a mouthful of blood, covering the wall with an extremely ugly expression, turned around and saw no one was chasing him, and fled at top speed.
Inside Juxian Village,
"I haven't seen you for a long time, Dage is still handsome, Jiumozhi is very powerful, but he was easily suppressed." Duan Yu quickly cupped his hands.
"Brother? How did your body become like this?"
Qiao Feng stared at Duan Yu for a moment, before he recognized that the big Fatty in front of him was Duan Yu, and said in surprise.
"This...it's a long story..." Duan Yu said bitterly.
He would rather not have martial arts, and he doesn't want to become like this. I don't know how long it will take to smelt those Jiuyang True Qi.
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On the other side, Jiumozhi ran for more than ten miles, and stopped at a low mountain with dense trees.
Finding a withered cave, Jiumozhi closed his eyes and adjusted his breath, slowly healing his wounds.
"It's a pity to lose Zhang Wuji this time. I'm afraid it will be difficult to get the Dragon Slaying Saber."
"Qiao Feng's Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms is indeed terrifying. This person's Cultivation Base is rare in the world, and his fighting spirit is probably on par with Su Changqing. Unfortunately, I, Jiumo, should not die!"
After he repairs his injury, he will go to Shaolin Temple. His younger brother Tian Mani is being imprisoned in the Dharma courtyard of Shaolin Temple.
Jiumozhi sighed softly, opened his eyes, and saw a white-clothed man sitting in front of him, he was startled for a moment, he was stunned like a clay sculpture, and it took a long time before he came back to his senses.
"Marquis Changqing? Why can I meet you here..." Jiumozhi said bitterly.
The person in front of him is exactly Su Changqing. Even if he heals his wounds, few people in the world can get close to him, but this person in front of him is easy to do.
"It's been a long time, Jiumozhi."
Su Changqing's eyes narrowed slightly, and he said calmly.
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