I, Murong Fu, only want to cultivate immortality!

Chapter 71 084, God's might shakes Emei, and Yitian's sword is strong

In the middle of winter, the cold wind is like a knife.

On the vast Gobi, a team of hundreds of people is facing the bitter cold wind that hurts the face, looking west.

Half of this team are female nuns dressed as monks, and the other half are men and women, all dressed in secular clothes. It is the Emei Expedition Team led by Miejue Shitai himself.

Standing on a gravel pillar in the distance, Murong Fu watched the Emei Sect team approaching him from a distance, feeling deeply moved again.

What kind of spirit is it like for a team with a majority of women to start from Emei in Shu, trek through mountains and rivers, and travel thousands of miles to Kunlun?
Miejue Shitai is said to have two great ambitions in his life, one is to overthrow the Mongolian Yuan and restore the Han family, and the other is to lead Qun Lun in Emei martial arts.If you only look at this ambition, you can praise the greatness of the ambition and the heroism, but in reality...

The ambitions spoken of and the actual actions, not to mention the opposite, at least they have nothing to do with each other.

With the astonishing power of action of the Emei Sect, if Jue Jue really has the will to practice his ambitions, he doesn't have to go to the battlefield. He just needs to form an elite regiment, led by Mie Mie-tai, who never shies away from killing and will carry out "Jiuer" to the end. On the Junliang Road, attacking and killing the messengers of the Mongolian army and assassinating high-ranking officials and nobles of the Mongolian Yuan Dynasty can bring some help to the Anti-Yuan Rebel Army.

If it is said that the hatred between Extermination and the Demon Sect is as deep as the sea, and they are unwilling to help the rebels led by the Ming Sect, then they can help other rebels.

Mengyuan is now full of wars, and the rebels all over the place can't be all organized by Mingjiao, right?
"Anyone can say beautiful words. My lifelong ambition is to quit fishing..."

Murong Fu chuckled, lightly lifted the hem of his robe, and floated down from the stone pillar.

After landing, he strode towards the Emei faction team.

He came in a grand manner, and the two male disciples who were exploring the way ahead quickly spotted him.

"who?"

The two male disciples put their hands on the hilts of their swords and asked loudly.

Murong Fu let out a long laugh:
"Suzhou Murong Fu, send hello to Miejue Shitai, and by the way... borrow the sword!"

While speaking, Murong Fu's soles of his feet shook the ground, making a loud bang.

boom!boom!boom!
Amidst the sound of drums beating in unison, and the sound of thunderous footsteps, Murong Fu strode straight towards the Emei Sect's team.

At the same time, an invisible energy rose up from his body, sweeping towards the Emei Sect team like a torrent.

He has not practiced "spiritual energy wolf smoke".

But during the period of rest at Guangmingding, he had a deeper understanding and exploration of the power of the spiritual level.

At this time, the energy he emitted is still invisible and qualityless, and it is still not enough to interfere with the real matter, but it has been able to interfere with the oppression of the enemy's mind on a large scale.

To fight against this kind of spiritual oppression, one must either be a master with spiritual cultivation, or an army of masculinity, vigor, and unity.

But the members of the Emei Sect are obviously not among those two.

At this moment, the two Emei male disciples who were the first to bear the brunt, faced Murong Fu who was striding forward, they felt that the figure of the man in front of them seemed to be getting bigger and bigger. It was like a giant that lifted the sky and suppressed the earth, engulfing the wind and thunder, majestic the world, casting a huge shadow, completely filling their vision, so that they could no longer see other things.

The eardrums of the two male disciples buzzed, their brains went blank for a moment, and their bodies completely stiffened.

It wasn't until Murong Fu passed between them that they fell to their knees with a puff, their hands resting on the ground, breathing hard, their bodies covered in sweat like rain.

The experience of these two male disciples is not an isolated case.

As Murong Fu Guangming stepped closer and closer to the Emei Sect team with thunderous steps, his turbulent and terrifying aura like a torrent rushed into the Emei Sect team.

All the Emei disciples who were enveloped by his qi mechanism, no matter men or women, no matter their age, no matter their level of cultivation, their eardrums hummed, their bodies shook gradually, and then their whole body became stiff, their hands and feet were numb, and they lost control of themselves instantly. His eyes widened in horror, looking at the stalwart figure who seemed to be accompanied by wind and thunder, covering the sun and the moon.

No one can resist Murong Fu's qi machine oppression.

All the Emei disciples could only watch him stride forward. After he passed by, they fell to their knees involuntarily like the two male disciples before, sweating like rain...

Murong Fu's long journey is like entering a land without people.

Finally, he came to an old nun.

The old nun held the hilt firmly in his palm, his fingers trembling, as if he wanted to draw the sword out of its sheath.

But although she has a strong nature and is violent and stubborn, her spiritual cultivation is obviously far from enough to resist Murong Fu's spiritual oppression.

In other words, this old nun didn't have the slightest bit of spiritual cultivation at all, and he didn't have a trace of the compassion of a monk, but the arrogance and dominance of the superiors were always vividly displayed.

Compared with this old nun, an eminent Daoist or eminent monk who doesn't have the slightest bit of martial arts, but has truly cultivated Taoist and Buddhist Dharma to the bone, may be more able to resist Murong Fu's spiritual oppression.

Murong Fu glanced at the sword in the old nun's hand, he saw the word "Yitian" inlaid with gold thread on the scabbard of the sword, before the sword came out, the scabbard was covered with a layer of green air, giving A sense of sharpness and glaring.

"It's a magic weapon."

Murong Fu sighed softly, then looked at the old nun in front of him who couldn't even draw a sword, and said slowly:
"Guo Jing and Huang Rong forged Yitian Slaying Dragon, not for the purpose of vendetta... This sword should be entrusted to me temporarily, so I can do something more suitable for its existence."

While speaking, Murong Fu stretched out his hand, grasped the scabbard, and spat out all his strength, the old nu's hands that were clenched tightly on the scabbard and hilt trembled violently like an electric shock, and involuntarily let go of his palms, The sword was handed over to Murong Fu.

Murong Fu drew his sword out of its sheath, took a look at the dazzlingly sharp and azure blade, walked up to a piece of sand and gravel as tall as a person, and swung the sword to slash.

laugh!
Amidst the sharp sound of piercing through the air, a three-foot sword energy burst out from the sword, and with a puff, it cut through the gravel.

Afterwards, I saw the upper half of the gravel slanting down and crashing down to the ground, the lower half of the section was as smooth as a mirror.

"What a magic soldier! You can actually amplify my invisible sword energy to three feet."

Murong Fu praised again, returned the sword to its sheath, and nodded to Miejue Shitai:

"Master, don't worry, the sword is in my hands. I will be able to drink the blood of the Tartars and live up to the expectations of Guo Jing and Huang Rong when they made the sword!"

After finishing speaking, he flicked his big sleeve, raised his sword and walked away.

Without the Yitian Sword, Juejue can no longer cut melons and vegetables and kill the disciple of the Five Elements Banner—the Five Elements Banner, which is the main force of the Ming Cult against the Yuan Dynasty.

Wait until Murong Fu's figure disappeared.

Miejue Shitai was finally shocked, and sat down on the ground slumped, then covered his chest with his hands, and let out a muffled grunt, blood stains overflowing from the corner of his mouth.

With her temper, she should yell and scold at this time, or even find a disciple who doesn't like her to vent her anger.

But look around, look at the disciples who are kneeling on the ground, no one is standing, breathing heavily, sweating heavily, and then look at the big rock that was divided into two by the sword energy from the space, and then think of herself When facing that person, his whole body was stiff, his hands and feet were numb, and he was in such embarrassment that he couldn't even draw his sword...

Miejue pursed his lips tightly, holding back his temper.

She knew that the other party showed mercy.

With the power of the other party who is like a god descending from heaven, even if he doesn't need the Yitian sword, he can kill her with a single finger, and easily wipe out Emei.

"How can there be such a person in the world? Is he... a human or a ghost?"

Miejue Shitai's heart was icy cold, and his body couldn't help shivering in the cold wind...

……

Murong Fu brought the Yitian Sword and came to a dry river valley.

Zhao Min is waiting for him with two camels.

Seeing the Yitian Sword in Murong Fu's hand, Zhao Min's eyes lit up slightly, his lips twitched slightly, but he didn't speak.

She recognized Yi Tianjian.

This Yitian sword once fell into Ruyang Palace after the death of Juejue's senior brother Gu Hongzi. She used to play with it when she was a child, but later Juejue sneaked into Ruyang Palace and stole the sword back.

Seeing Murong Fu bring back the Yitian Sword now, Zhao Min couldn't help being curious:

Did he kill Miejue Shitai and take away Yitian Sword?

But with his martial arts, what's the point to him even if he is a magic soldier like Yitian Tulong?

In the martial arts world, who else is worthy of his use of weapons?

Murong Fu saw the curiosity in Zhao Min's eyes.

But he didn't explain to her, he got on the camel and said:
"Let's go."

Only then did Zhao Min speak:
"Where?"

Murong Fu said leisurely:

"Go to Yumen Pass first. After entering the pass, decide on the itinerary."

Zhao Min rode on a camel and led Murong Fu.

The two of them traveled east along the river valley for tens of miles, when a camp suddenly appeared in front of them.

Seeing the familiar figure of Toutuo in the camp, Zhao Min was shocked all over, and looked at Murong Fu with pleading eyes.

Of course Murong Fu also saw the camp.

Also recognized quite a few people in the camp.

He looked at Zhao Min and said lightly:
"I try to make them die as quickly as possible."

Zhao Min's face turned pale, but his body could only tremble, biting his lips tightly.

"This is not a personal grievance." Murong Fu looked at Zhao Min with a calm tone: "The moment I caught you, my personal grievances with Green Willow Manor were over..."

While speaking, he jumped off the camel and walked towards the camp with his sword in hand.

The people in the camp also found the two of Murong Fu at this time.

Someone shouted for the princess, and someone rang the alarm gong.

Soon, groups of elite warriors covered in cloth robes and cotton armor poured out of the camp, raised their shields and drew their bows, aiming at Murong Fu who was stepping forward.There are also eight warriors with special strong bows, and they work in groups of two to seize the favorable terrain.

The one in this camp is the team from Luliu Village

They were on their way to Guangmingding, and they had just set up camp here, but they didn't expect that they would be bumped into by the evil star who had kidnapped the princess.

Seeing Murong Fu approaching with big strides, everyone suddenly felt a bad feeling.

this person……

The inexplicable oppressive force on her body seems to be stronger than the night when the princess was taken away!
Fan Yao, who was pretending to be a mute Toutuo, stared at the sword in Murong Fu's hand, and already recognized the origin of the sword.

at this moment.

Fan Yao's determination to undercover was shaken.

Although he failed as an undercover agent, he has been in the Ruyang Palace for so many years, but he has never obtained any valuable and important information, and he has not yet been able to find out the identity Cheng Kun is using now...

But that person was already unbelievably strong, and now he has the Yitian Sword...

If you don't show your identity as the Right Envoy of Mingjiao, will you die here unjustly today?

When Fan Yao hesitated.

The battle broke out suddenly.

wrong.That wasn't a fight, it was just a one-sided massacre.

When the rain of arrows fell towards the man, the man stepped out with one step, the air was shaking, and when the air waves surged, he seemed to shrink the ground, and before the rain of arrows landed, he came to the front of the camp.

After that, he unsheathed Yitian, slashed with the horizontal sword, and the invisible sword energy passed, and dozens of human heads flew up at the same time, including the third and fourth children of the eight heroes of the magic arrow.

The "Eight-Armed Excalibur" Fang Dongbai had appeared behind that person like a ghost at this time, piercing out a scorching sword glow like stars all over the sky with his long sword. The speed of the sword was so fast that it really seemed to have eight arms and hold eight handles The long sword stabbed out at the same time, which made Fan Yao amazed, and secretly thought that if he was in another place, if he didn't have a weapon in his hand, he would never dare to confront him.

However, in the face of Fang Dongbai's swordsmanship, that man didn't even look at it. He just stabbed with his backhand, ignoring the dazzling, unpredictable, and indistinguishable light from the sword all over the sky, and caught a flash of it with great precision. The fleeting opening pierced the extremely sharp Yitian sword from Fang Dongbai's chin, right through the back of his head.

Then the man drew back the long sword again, and waved it casually again, the invisible sword energy swept across, and the heads of Ah Er and Ah San of the Vajra Sect who had just jumped in front of him also fell to the ground at the same time, their amazing external skills were useless.

The monk Gangxiang who came out of the Vajra Gate with red eyes roared angrily and flew towards him, but the man cut off half of his head with a sword casually.Following that person, he continued to move forward, swinging his sword, and wherever he passed, heads rolled...

Sword Qi from the air!

It was sword energy from across the air!

It is also the invisible sword energy that can take a person's head from three feet away!
But isn't this a method only available to those swordsmen and heroes in the legendary stories?

No matter how sharp the Yitian sword is, it can cut iron like mud, but it is impossible to cut out invisible sword energy!

How could such a monster exist in this world?

Fan Yao's hands and feet were cold. Seeing that the man had killed him not far in front of him, he hurriedly said in a hoarse voice that he hadn't used for many years: "I am..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw the man glance at him casually, then turned and left.

Fan Yao stared blankly at Murong Fu's back with a dazed expression.

When Murong Fu returned to the camel, he saw Zhao Min's face was pale, and his eyes were dazed looking at the bloody camp.

When Murong Fu jumped onto the hunchback, she looked away and said to Murong Fu: "Thank you."

She saved the life of "Kututuo" in Xie Murong Fu - among all the teachers in the palace, the closest to her is Ku Toutuo, who has been with her for ten years as a teacher and student.

There was a subtle smile in Murong Fu's eyes, and without revealing Fan Yao's identity, he urged the camel and drove away.

Zhao Min followed him, and when he passed the camp, he said to Fan Yao who was standing there in a daze:
"Master Ku, go back."

go back?

Fan Yao looked at Zhao Min who was going away, with a look of complexity in his eyes.

Ten years of master and apprentice, watching her grow from such a little girl to an adult, how could she not have the slightest sincerity?
Seeing that Zhao Min is fine now, he can barely feel at ease.But go back... Where should he go back?
(End of this chapter)