His words were neither humble nor arrogant, and there was no fear on his face. Compared with others who were frightened, the heroes couldn't help but feel admiration in their eyes when they looked at him.
As if he was being admired by the stars, Murong Fu couldn't help but look a little prouder and more arrogant.
Wang Yuyan pulled his sleeve and whispered: "Cousin, let's... let's leave quickly."
After seeing Yi Ran again, her heart almost jumped out of her chest, and her face was even more frightened.
Ran Ran looked at Gong Yeqian and said with a smile: "Do you remember what I said to you back then?"
Of course he remembered what happened in the restaurant that day. How come he couldn't remember it? He remembered it clearly... But just because he remembered it, Gong Yeqian's face suddenly changed tragically, and his eyes were about to burst as he said: "You... you think Is my young master afraid of you?"
No one knew whether Murong Fu was afraid or not, but looking at his expression, everyone knew that he was afraid first.
Murong Fu took a step forward and said with a smile: "I wonder what Young Master Ren and Second Brother Qian are talking about?"
Anyan also smiled and said: "That day he claimed that his palm skills were 'the second in Jiangnan', and you were the first. He said that I couldn't compare to you, so I wanted to slap you to see if you are really better than me."
Gong Yeqian really couldn't deny it. He couldn't let his son lose face, but if he really took action...
Thinking of this man's shocking martial arts, Gong Yeqian was already trembling all over and sweating profusely.
Murong Fu's heart trembled, and he said impermanently: "This is just a joke made by second brother Qian, why should brother Ren take it seriously?"
Randomly said: "He was joking, but I never joked."
As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his hand and slowly lowered it!
At the same time, Deng Baichuan shouted: "Why do you need me to take action? Let me meet you, the devil."
He is not weak in martial arts and has strong internal strength, but he was the first to volley a palm in the air, and the palm was released very quickly, with overwhelming power!
Random's palm seems neither fierce nor powerful. Not only does it appear simple, but it also seems a bit clumsy, and there is nothing magical about it at all.
The palm movement was very slow. Although it was slow, when the palm was slowly pressed out, it suddenly became terrifying.
An expression of extreme fear suddenly appeared on Deng Baichuan's face... Then, the others turned into pieces and flew away like a torn rag.
Flowers of blood exploded, and the bodies were torn apart.
None of these people had ever seen random killings. Everyone had only heard about what he did in Juxian Manor, but when they saw such methods, they were all shocked.
Gong Yeqian shouted loudly: "Brother Deng."
Murong Fu said sternly: "Devil, you are so vicious!"
He didn't even look at the body, he just said calmly: "This slap doesn't count, you have to take another slap from me."
As soon as the words came out, Murong Fu immediately broke into a cold sweat, but he drew his sword and pointed his finger, and said loudly: "Devil, you kill people arbitrarily. Although I, Murong Fu, am not your opponent, you have done many evil things and killed your fellow martial artists indiscriminately! The world in this world The heroes have gathered together, and even the Tubo Imperial Master, King Maha Lunming, is here. If we are united, we may not be afraid of you."
Hearing that Jiumozhi was there, Ran Ran glanced at the crowd...
I saw a yellow-robed monk hiding among the crowd in the east. He lowered his head and looked at his feet without showing his face.
When Ran glanced away, the crowd was frightened and immediately separated, leaving the monk alone.
Randomly said: "Great monk, come out."
Jiumozhi trembled, his legs felt weak and he almost lost his balance.
He is arrogant and conceited, obsessed with martial arts, and has always pursued supreme martial arts. He is here for Duan Yu. But when he saw Ran Ran appearing, he hid in the crowd and pretended to be dead.
Suddenly being called by Murong Fu's name, he wanted to cut him into pieces.
After hearing the random words, he raised his head, his face twitched for a while, and he smiled reluctantly. He walked out, and when he got closer, he immediately said: "Amitabha, please don't misunderstand me. This young monk is just passing by here."
Ran Ran smiled and said, "Then the great monk still won't leave?"
Jiumozhi nodded repeatedly and said, "Let's go, let's go now, little monk, let's go now."
After saying that, he stretched out his figure and disappeared.
Jiumozhi left, and Murong Fu stood silently. When he saw the random eyes again, he suddenly laughed and said: "It's ridiculous, it's really ridiculous. The so-called heroes in the world are just people who are greedy for life and afraid of death. "
After being inspired by his words, there really were people who were not afraid of death.
From the moment these people appeared at random, they all showed vicious and resentful looks.
These obviously have a deep hatred against him.
"Young Master Murong is wrong. Others are afraid of this devil, but I am not! Devil, you killed my three senior brothers. Even if you die today, I will make you pay the price."
"And my third brother's life."
"And my uncle's life."
"My junior brother also died in the hands of a devil like you."
Among the more than 300 people here, dozens of people stood up for a while. A big man in brocade clothes saw him standing behind Ran Yi, his face became stern, and he suddenly made a secret move...
As soon as he moved, these people moved one after another and swarmed up.
Randomly smiled and stretched out his hand again.
The palm of his hand is ruddy in color, with strong, long and slender fingers. It looks like a hand writing poems, but more like a hand playing the piano and composing music... But now this hand is killing people!
When the palm is waved, this hand becomes the most terrifying and terrifying weapon in the world.
The palm movements are fluttering freely, the white clothes are leisurely, and the smile is standing in the field.
When his hand reached into the cold light, the cold light went out in an instant.
Under that palm, their weapons became more delicate than flowers, all the weapons turned into pieces, and the broken blades flew in all directions... and each figure was either torn into pieces, had their muscles and bones broken, or flew sideways and backwards.
He didn't move his feet or his body, but all those who took action fell to the ground, 'dead' just like their weapons.
Those who wanted to take action stopped their movements one after another, and those who wanted revenge suppressed their hatred. At this moment, apart from fear, they could no longer tolerate anything else in their hearts.
Ran Ran turned his eyes, looked at the frightened person, and said with a smile: "It's your turn!"
Murong Fu's palms were sweating, but he knew that he could not avoid it. He did not want to provoke this person, and he even wanted to recruit him, but he did not expect that things would turn out like this.
Since it was unavoidable, Murong Fu chose to take the lead in drawing the sword!
With a flash of his body, he suddenly flew up, and the sword in his hand stabbed out like a bolt of lightning.
His swordsmanship was strange. It was sudden and fast, and he stabbed with a sword. Although the light of the sword was as light as a firefly, it was as fast as lightning, and it could reach any face in just a blink of an eye.
However, that hand stretched out again, faced the sword, and struck it directly.
The sword pierced the palm of the hand, and the sword suddenly shattered into thousands of pieces...
The force of the palm shook the sword's edge, shattering the sword's body, and then hit Murong Fu on the chest. Then his body flew out, splattering blood wherever he flew.
"cousin!"
"Master!"
The person landed on the ground, and Gong Yeqian and Wang Yuyan immediately ran over.
He stepped forward at will, looked down at Gong Yeqian, and said, "You saw it!"
