Murong Bo's words of resignation did make Xiao Feng hesitate. After all, as Murong Bo said, although Xiao Feng's enemy was Murong Fu's father, it had nothing to do with Murong Fu, and it was not easy for him to implicate Murong Fu.
"Brother Xiao, if you cut the grass without eradicating the root, it will grow again with the spring breeze!" Hao Shuai saw Xiao Feng's hesitation and said.
When Xiao Feng heard Hao Shuai's words, he suddenly felt that it made sense. The Murong family had its own responsibility to restore the country. If they could not do so, Murong Fu would be like his father.
"Are you really planning to fight to the death?" Murong Bo said with a serious expression when he saw that Xiao Feng and the others were unwilling to compromise.
"You overestimate yourself too much. The fish will die, but the net will not be broken." Hao Shuai retorted.
Then Hao Shuai said to Xiao Feng: "Brother Xiao, send them on their way as soon as possible! We can find a place to have a good drink."
"Old thief, accept death!" Xiao Feng was not an indecisive person. He shouted immediately, raised his hands and struck Murong Bo and his son in the air. The power of these two palms was really powerful.
Seeing that there was no way out, Murong Bo and his son knew that the only way to survive was to fight hard, so they unleashed all their strength and faced Xiao Feng's palm.
For a moment, the three people separated and reunited. Each of them displayed the essence of the martial arts they had learned throughout their lives and fought together.
The martial arts used by Murong Fu were extremely complex, including punches and palm strikes, acupuncture points, flying kicks and kicks, elbow strikes and knee strikes. The moves were ever-changing and endless, and almost every move came from a different sect.
Murong Bo used the seventy-two stunts of the Shaolin Temple in turn, such as Prajna Palm, Maha Finger, or Vajra Fist. The moves were exquisite and exquisite, and occasionally mixed with the ginseng finger passed down by his family, and he was able to fight like a tiger. Power.
But Xiao Feng just used the moves of the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms over and over again. No matter what moves you use, I will be really devastating and unstoppable with just one palm.
It can only be said that Xiao Feng is really a natural fit for the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, and Hao Shuai found that the current Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms used by Xiao Feng are starting to be a little softer in the middle.
Hao Shuai estimated that when Xiao Feng can send and receive freely, from soft to strong, then Xiao Feng should be able to break through to the master level.
As time went by, Murong Fu, who was the weakest among the three, was the first to be unable to withstand it. After Xiao Feng broke Murong Bo open with one palm, he took advantage of the time when Murong Fu's moves were getting old and struck out with a fierce palm. Fa directly hit Murong Fu on the left shoulder, causing him to fly three to four feet away.
At this time, Murong Fu's shoulder blades were shattered and his internal organs were injured. He had lost the ability to fight again. Murong Bo was left alone and was even more helpless. However, after twenty or thirty moves, he also followed in the footsteps of his son. , was seriously injured by Xiao Feng's palm and collapsed to the ground.
Looking at Murong Bo and his son who were seriously injured on the ground, Xiao Feng felt a sense of relief that his great revenge was about to be repaid. He stepped forward, raised his hand and said with great force, "Murong, old man, do you have any last words?" Do you want to explain?"
"Winning or losing, I have nothing to say. I only regret that I failed to fulfill my ancestor's last wish." Murong Bo was stubborn. He knew that he would die and did not want to beg for mercy.
"Since I have nothing to say, then I will pay for my parents with my life! Suffer death!" Xiao Feng angrily slapped Murong Bo's forehead with his angry palm, intending to take his life.
At this time, Murong Bo had no power to fight back and could only watch helplessly as the palm came straight towards his head. But I never thought that at this moment, I was shocked to hear "Amitabha!"
The Buddha's name was far away, like the Sanskrit sound of the great avenue, resounding in the hearts of everyone present, and making everyone feel shocked. Then a skinny monk wearing a green robe seemed to appear out of thin air between Xiao Feng and Murong Bo and his son.
Xiao Feng saw the monk who suddenly appeared in front of him. He was kind-hearted and did not want to hurt innocent people, so he quickly withdrew his palm power. Unfortunately, he was not a master after all, and he could not control it freely. The remaining six levels of palm power were still used. Monk.
Unexpectedly, when the palm force reached three feet in front of the opponent, it was like hitting an invisible wall of energy, with no effect at all.
"Almsgiver Xiao, when is the time to retaliate? Why don't we turn the fight into friendship and let Almsgiver Murong go!" The monk didn't care about Xiao Feng's palm force and smiled slightly at Xiao Feng.
From the appearance of the old monk to him persuading Xiao Feng to give up his grudge, it only happened in a few seconds. Among the few people present, only Hao Shuai and Tong Piaoyun could barely see clearly how the old monk appeared.
Looking at the old monk in front of me, his sparse long beards are completely white, his movements are slow, weak, and he does not seem to have any martial arts skills, plus the iconic broom in his hand and just now The three-foot air wall.
Hao Shuai is sure that this person is the number one master in the Tianlong world - the sweeping monk! He Brick nodded to Tong Piaoyun, and Tong Piaoyun, who had a tacit understanding, immediately knew that this monk was the master-level master that Hao Shuai had said.
Tong Piaoyun also put away his previous contempt at this time. From the appearance of the sweeping monk just now, Tong Piaoyun was sure that the monk's realm was higher than that of himself and Hao Shuai.
"Master, you are wrong!" Hao Shuai took two steps forward and said.
"I wonder why the poor monk is wrong?" The sweeping monk glanced at Hao Shuai and said seriously.
"How can we say it's time to retaliate? Look, if we kill Murong Bo and his son, the Murong family will be gone. Won't this injustice end (liao) (le)?" Hao Shuai Explained seriously.
Sweeping Monk: "..."
Regarding Hao Shuai's unconventional play, the sweeping monk was speechless for a while.
"Almsgiver Xiao, put down your butcher knife and become a Buddha immediately..." The sweeping monk ignored Hao Shuai and began to recite Buddhist scriptures.
As the sweeping monk chanted, there were bursts of Zen sounds in the field, which was fascinating and made the scene somewhat peaceful for a while.
"Put down the butcher knife? This~~~" After hearing what the sweeping monk said, Xiao Feng actually fell into deep thought, as if he was making a decision.
When Hao Shuai saw Xiao Feng's expression and looked at the expressions of Tong Piaoyun and Murong Bo and his son, he immediately realized that something was wrong. They were obviously following the path of the sweeping monk.
"Brother Xiao, have you forgotten your blood feud?" Hao Shuai immediately activated the 'Sound Transmission Soul Search' and roared.
Following Hao Shuai's roar, everyone in the room woke up and looked at the seemingly harmless sweeper with frightened expressions.
Not a single fool in the room felt that something was wrong with them just now. Xiao Feng and Tong Piaoyun both moved towards Hao Shuai, and even Murong Bo and his son moved slightly away from the sweeper.
Hao Shuai also looked at him solemnly. Before, Hao Shuai thought that the sweeping monk was at most a master in the middle stage of Grandmaster. Now Hao Shuai was sure that he was at least a super master in the late stage of Grandmaster.
Because the master had already started spiritual cultivation in his later period, this sweeping monk was able to integrate his spiritual power into the Zen sound, which shows that he has come a long way in the cultivation of spiritual power.
No wonder that in the original plot, the sweeping monk was able to persuade Xiao Yuanshan to give up his blood feud and Murong Bo to give up the concept of national restoration that he had been instilled in him since he was a child. This was obviously forcibly brainwashed by the sweeping monk.
Not to mention Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo, who were only at the peak of their innate abilities, Tong Piaoyun, who was now in the early stages of becoming a master, had fallen into the trap of the sweeping monk.
Fortunately, although Hao Shuai was still in the early stage of being a master, he was mentally strong and was not affected. He just felt a little harsh and irritated, otherwise everyone present would have been transformed by the sweeping monk.
