Martial Arts: the Gods of the Land Were Dug out by Yueyue

　　Wang Yuyan, who was on the side, also recognized this martial art, which was indeed the authentic Vigorous Prajna Palm of Shaolin Temple.

　　You must know that in the Shaolin Temple, only Master Xuancheng has practiced this palm technique to the point of being superb, but Master Xuancheng has practiced too many seventy-two stunts, so he was abolished. He was actually able to use the Vigorous Prajna Palm to such a degree.

　　The powerful Prajna palm coming towards him, the powerful breath shocked everyone.But Jiang Jiutian still smiled slightly. In his eyes, there were very few palm techniques that could move him and arouse his interest. Although this powerful Prajna palm was very powerful, it was not enough.

　　From Jiang Jiutian's point of view, perhaps only Tathagata's palm, that kind of palm technique can make him reluctantly take a look.

　　The Shaolin Temple 853 in the Northern Song Dynasty is actually quite a chicken thief. The twelve stunts of the Shaolin Temple in the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion hide secrets. The deeper the practice, the more severe the poisoning.

　　It's a pity, but Murong Bo didn't know it, he and Xiao Yuanshan were both in full swing and proud.

　　In fact, what Murong Bo's Shaolin stunts turned into was none of his business, but Jiang Jiutian had to take care of Xiao Yunshan's affairs.

　　After all, no matter what, Jiang Jiutian and Xiao Yuanshan's master, Xiao Qiushui, have a little friendship.

　　The battle between Jiang Jiutian and Xiao Qiushui on the Kunlun Mountains of the Ming Dynasty, Jiang Jiutian still remembers that scene clearly to this day.

　　The powerful Prajna palm in front of him is so powerful that it can split a large bell, and the palm is extremely domineering.

　　But this palm is really useless to Jiang Jiutian, and now the longevity sword in Jiang Jiutian's hand is slashed out.

　　It was just such a light slash, and there was a sudden flash of sword light.It was as if a crack had been drawn in the space.

　　Now how dare the palm of the grey clothed man dare to continue to hit it, his eyes narrowed and he stepped back.

　　He didn't dare to confront Jiang Jiutian's sword light at all.

　　Jiang Jiutian's swordsmanship was so powerful that Murong Bo was even more surprised that he didn't know what to do.

　　In fact, in the land of the Northern Song Dynasty, there was also a person called Sword God, and his name was Zhuo Bufan.

　　Zhuo Bufan believes that his swordsmanship can be compared with that of Ximen Chuixue in the Ming Dynasty.No one knows whether this is true or not. After all, the Northern Song Dynasty is too far from the Ming Dynasty, and Zhuo Bufan and Ximen Chuixue have never met.

　　But Zhuo Bufan stubbornly believed that he could fight with Ximen Chuixue, and his swordsmanship was indeed somewhat unique, because his sword could split the sword.

　　If you know that among the swordsmen, there are very few swordsmen who can split the sword light out.

　　But after seeing Jiang Jiutian's Jianmang, Murong Bo, Murong Fu, etc. knew that Zhuo Bufan was a piece of shit. Can his three-footed Jianmang be better than Jiang Jiutian's Jianmang?

　　Immediately, the chest of the man in gray was slashed by the sword light, and blood was dripping.

　　The man in grey knew he would lose.

　　"I didn't expect the old man's seventy-two Shaolin skills to be so vulnerable."

　　Hearing these words, especially hearing the sense of honor that Gray-clothed mentioned when he mentioned the seventy-two stunts of Shaolin,

　　Jiang Jiutian couldn't help but smile.

　　He said, "Do you think it's a good thing to practice seventy-two stunts?"

　　"Isn't it?" Murong Bo was depressed.

　　You know, Shaolin Temple existed in every dynasty.

　　Even in the Sui and Tang Dynasties, there are forces that have some relationship with the Shaolin Temple.

　　Shaolin's seventy-two stunts are famous all over the world, including thirty-six hard-qi kung fu and thirty-six soft kung fu.

　　Every kung fu, in the martial arts, can be cultivated to the pinnacle and become a master.

　　From Murong Bo's point of view, it is of course a good thing that he can practice seventy-two stunts and master them.

　　"After you've cultivated, is there no problem with your body?" Jiang Jiutian smiled disdainfully.

　　Hearing this, the man in gray was stunned.

　　Ever since he practiced Shaolin's [-] stunts, there are some acupoints in his body that are always painful.

　　At first, it was just a pain the size of a thumb, but gradually, there was a pain like the mouth of a bowl.

　　At first, Murong Bo thought that it was because he was getting old, so he became more ill?

　　But now, Murong Bo was stunned. Could it be that...

　　He had a guess.

　　At this moment, Jiang Jiutian's sword finally slashed.

　　The strength of the sword glow is incredible.

　　"Joint fingers."

　　At this moment, the man in gray was shocked, knowing that if he didn't do his best, he was afraid that he would die.

　　But looking at the ginseng and fingers, the power is domineering.

　　Participating fingers, formless and colorless.

　　In a certain respect, it is not much worse than the Six Meridians Excalibur.

　　But facing Jiang Jiutian's sword, it was still useless.

　　Murong Bo took another blow,

　　Fall to the ground now.

　　Jiang Jiutian looked at this scene, shook his head lightly, and said casually: "One must die before it can be done."

　　die alone?

　　Murong Bo and Murong Fu understood what Jiang Jiutian said.

　　The meaning of this sentence is that one of the two of them is going to die?

　　So, who is to be damned?

　　Murong Fu felt that he could never die. He was a descendant of the Murong family, and he had a great mission to restore Dayan.

　　He absolutely cannot die.

　　Thinking of this, he pointed at the man in gray and said, "Go to hell."

　　what?

　　The man in gray looked at Murong Fu in disbelief.

　　What's the joke?

　　Could it be that Fu'er still hasn't guessed her identity?

　　When the man in gray was stunned, Murong Fu kept shouting, "I can't die, I absolutely can't die, it's him who should die."

　　For the identity of the man in grey,

　　Murong Fu had some guesses, but he didn't dare to be [-]% sure.

　　Murong Fu is now in his heart, thinking, he is not my father, he is just a person who has received the favor of my Murong family. Since he has learned the unique skills of my Murong family, then he should pay for my Murong family.

　　"Cousin, he is not someone else, he is..."

　　Wang Yuyan never thought that Murong Fu would say such a thing,

　　At this moment, Wang Yuyan guessed the identity of the man in gray, how could her cousin not guess it?

　　But Wang Yuyan's words were quickly interrupted by Murong Bo, and Murong Bo, who was clothed in gray, said in a mournful tone: "I'm just a person who has been favored by the Murong family, and now for the incense of the Murong family, I, an outsider, should be damned. already.”.

Chapter 298

　　【The demise of the Murong family】

　　From this sentence, you can clearly hear how sad Murong Bo is now.

　　Murong Fu should also know that this person should be his father, but Murong Fu still doesn't want to admit it. If he admits it at this time, how can Murong Fu let the other party die.Murong Fu didn't want to end up with a reputation for being unfilial.

　　"Are you sure? Let him die!" At this moment, Jiang Jiutian asked Murong Fu again.

　　No matter what Murong Fu said, he hadn't reached the level of madness in the later period, but he was definitely related to the word madness.

　　After hesitating for a while, Murong Fu still screamed: "Yes, I have decided, I have decided, let him die, let him die!"

　　The man in gray shivered three times, and finally let out a long sigh.

　　Wang Yuyan never thought that her cousin was such a person.

　　Not only Wang Yuyan, but Azhu Abi now seems to see clearly~ Murong Fu's person.

　　Murong Fu wore the mask of Li Yanzong and talked about how powerful Murong Fu was. Such a person could be described as shameless, but at least he was a person.

　　But what is going on now, Azhu Abi also guessed that this gray-clothed masked man might be the dead master Murong Bo, and Murong Fu couldn't guess without reason.At this moment, for Azhu Abi, he only thinks that this Murong son of his own is really not even a beast.

　　"Then you? You also decided to die?" Jiang Jiutian asked in Murong Bo's direction again.

　　When the gray-robed masked man was about to speak, Murong Fu had already called out, "You are going to die, right? You must also agree that you are going to die and change my life, right?"

　　The exposed wounds of the masked man in gray, looked at Murong Fu very complicatedly.

　　Of course parents can die for their children.

　　In fact, Murong Fu didn't need to remind him, Murong Bo knew it.

　　But at this moment, Murong Fu was staring at Murong Bo with his eyes fixed, and he was still murmuring, "Go to hell, tell him quickly, it's you who is sure to die!"

　　At this moment, Murong Bo seemed to understand something, he knew he was wrong.

　　Their Murong family wanted to restore the Dayan Dynasty for generations.Their Murong family has always been committed to restoring the dynasty, but they have neglected one thing, that is, the issue of moral cultivation for future generations.

　　For example, with Murong Fu's appearance, Murong Bo also has to say, even if the Dayan Dynasty is really restored in the future, and Murong Fu becomes the emperor, how long can such a Dayan Dynasty exist?

　　At this moment, Murong Fu can only be a foolish ruler, and the Dayan Dynasty is afraid that even if it is established, it will soon be overthrown.

　　Thinking of this, Murong Bo sighed, it turned out that his life had come to an end.

　　"I will trade my death for his life!" Even at this moment, Murong Bo was very disappointed with Murong Fu, but Murong Bo still said so.

　　Jiang Jiutian couldn't help but smile.

　　Immediately, Jiang Jiutian shot.

　　This time, the gray-clothed masked man did not resist.

　　Swish!

　　Immediately, the gray-clothed masked man died.