Doomsday super smelting system

Chapter 117
Originally one-sided but because of Mu Wanqing's sudden intervention, there was an opportunity for balance. Murong Fu and others knew Zhou Yuwu's power well, and a huge mess had already appeared in the assassin's encirclement. If Zhou Yuwu wanted to leave, no one would be able to stop him , not to mention the appearance of Mu Wanqing, who has profound and unpredictable martial arts, and whose lightness and agility are like ghosts, making things even more complicated.

But no matter what, Murong Fu still felt that tonight's victory was still in his hands.

With a wave of his sleeves, Murong Fu took a step forward feeling good about himself and said proudly: "Those who know the current affairs are heroes, Zhou Yuwu. I think it is a pity that your martial arts skills will be lost just like this. Otherwise, you will kill this useless emperor." From now on, I want the country and the martial arts world to be yours, how about it?"

Hearing Murong Fu's words, Zhou Yuwu laughed contemptuously, and this Murong Fu didn't know if he was used to daydreaming or if he really went out without thinking, but he said such a thing.

In other words, even if you become the emperor, can you be 100% sure that you can control the martial arts?

You must know that before the Ming Dynasty, the imperial court wanted to control the rivers and lakes, but it couldn't control them. Especially during the Qin and Han Dynasties, they allowed the rivers, lakes, and martial arts to fend for themselves, and the imperial court was like two regimes. No offense.

Although since the Tang Dynasty, the imperial court has paid more and more attention to the power of the rivers and lakes, and gradually deepened its penetration and control of the martial arts, but it has had little effect. Since the Song Dynasty, the control of the martial arts has been so weak that it has almost no influence.

Song Zu built a Tiance Mansion specifically to coordinate matters between the martial arts and the imperial court. However, it was not followed for three generations and was gradually neglected by future generations. It seems to have been abandoned now. If Zhao Xi hadn't supported Zhou Yuwu to take charge of the Tiance Mansion and restart the imperial court. With so much emphasis on martial arts, I'm afraid that the imperial court now has no clue about the martial arts world at all.

Even in such a situation, Murong Fu swears that he is in charge of the dynasty and Zhou Yuwu is the same as Lin Jianghu and martial arts. This is really something that he, a professional daydreamer, can say.

With a sneer, Zhou Yuwu put his hand on Mu Wanqing's shoulder, signaling her to relax, while he stepped in front of her, saying that he was not in the habit of letting women shield him from the wind and rain.

"Murong Fu, do you really think you have a sure chance of winning tonight?"

Murong Fu saw that he didn't show any worry at all, he didn't mind to wonder whether Zhou Yuwu had another plan, and said vigilantly: "The imperial city's imperial army has entered my command, and the wimpy emperor's relatives in the palace also let me take care of him." Once I cut it off, who else in Nuoda's palace can stop me from doing things?"

Zhou Yuwu smiled slightly: "Hey...Look at what you said so eloquently, then why am I here? How did my sister Wanqing get here?"

What Zhou Yuwu said made Murong Fu's face change.

Yes, what he said was so accurate, but the appearance of Zhou Yuwu and Mu Wanqing were completely unexpected and even unimaginable by him.

Thinking of this, Murong Fu suddenly felt that there were too many variables, and there were many dreams in the night. After his eyes flickered a few times, he suddenly shouted: "Shoot arrows!! Kill them!!"

"Woo~~Woo~~~"

However, what responded to him was not the sound of the soldiers firing arrows, but the sound of a clear and melodious flute.

The sound of the flute is very quiet, revealing the feeling of a hermit who disregards the mortal world and wants to go back to seclusion. At first hearing, people can't help but miss their wives and children, old mothers and fathers, relatives and friends.

Those tense crossbows and rockets were put away one after another, and the eyes of those soldiers showed confusion, memories and yearning.

"The sound of the flute is deceiving!"

Murong Bo, who had been silent all this time, showed horror at this moment, he exclaimed, his dantian sank, and he suddenly poured into his vocal cords: "Roar!!!!"

A sound like a roar of a tiger, like a roar of a lion, like thunder on dry ground, awakened the ordinary soldiers who had been intoxicated one by one, at the same time, Murong Fu, Ding Chunqiu and the four great officials of Murong Fu Protecting their ears with Qi, they rushed towards Zhou Yuwu one after another, with the intention of capturing the thief first and the king first.

Zhou Yuwu frowned slightly. He originally wanted to solve the problem in a gentle way, but he didn't want Murong Bo's yelling to make those soldiers who were about to put down their crossbows have the intention to draw their bows and arrows again. While stepping away from Ding Chunqiu's attack with Lingbo microsteps, the sound of the flute suddenly surged.

"Woo!! Woooo~~!! Woooo~~"

If the sound of the flute just now makes people feel refreshed and happy, it breeds the heart of everyone as a hermit, and the heart of letting go of everything and returning to the mountains and forests.

Now the sound of the flute is full of killing, cruelty and endless killing intent, stimulating the heart of the listener. Whenever the sound of the flute hits the ears, the ordinary soldiers immediately hug their heads and howl, but there are not only various phantoms of Shura appearing in front of them, Mountains of corpses and seas of blood, as well as countless ear-piercing, needle-like internal qi, stimulated their brains along with the sound of the flute.

Just the moment Zhou Yuwu and Ding Chunqiu crossed their bodies, when the sound of the flute sounded, the group of soldiers were already bleeding from their holes, hugging their heads and howling, falling down from the roofs on three sides, some died on the spot, some, But even after a few twitches, he still couldn't escape the fate of being killed on the spot!

"What a powerful sonic skill!"

After Murong Bo finished his roar, he let out a hoarse exclamation, moved his body, followed Murong Fu and his four great ministers, and rushed towards Zhou Yuwu brazenly, and even came after the first, and surpassed the four great masters in an instant. Chen, came here side by side with Murong Fu.

Zhou Yuwu had just dodged Ding Chunqiu, who was the best in lightness kung fu among these people, and turned his back on them. Seeing that the palm force was about to be imprinted on Zhou Yuwu's back, Murong Bo and Murong Fu both showed triumphant smiles.

"Boom! Boom!!"

There were two bangs, and the energy was raging, but unexpectedly, Murong Fu and Murong Bo flew away one after another, being caught by the four great officials who followed, they all retreated two small steps collectively Then he stopped and stabilized his figure.

But on the opposite side of them, it was not Zhou Yuwu who was seriously injured as imagined, but Mu Wanqing with a beautiful face who still kept lunging forward, pushing both palms together. From the cracked bluestone ground under her feet, it could be seen It turns out that this little girl was actually the one who went to disaster for Zhou Yu Wuhua just now.

"What a deep inner energy!"

Murong Bo and the others looked at each other, but before they were surprised, they heard the sound of the flute in their ears violently, cadenced and suppressed, even the few of them could only feel their breath churning, their blood spurting out, almost breaking through their veins, Explosive trend!
"What a weird sound wave skill! Fu'er, Ding Chunqiu, attack with all your strength, otherwise if we drag on, when his vocal range is formed, I'm afraid we will die in the vocal range!"

At any rate, Murong Bo is also an old man, he has seen a lot, and he has been a "rat" in the Shaolin Tibetan Scripture Pavilion for so long, his knowledge of martial arts is not comparable to that of Murong Fu and others.

The most dreadful thing about sound wave skills is that its group combat ability is powerful and true, but the truly superior sound wave skills can also produce a "sound field" that can be called lore. It will be controlled by others.

Murong Bo's name made Murong Fu's heart agitated, this is his father's nickname for him, could it be that his father is not dead?
As soon as this idea came out of my mind, it was extremely complicated.

He would be happy if he changed the time and place.

But now, life is at stake, at the gate of life and death, if you are not careful, you may not see the sun tomorrow, but what else can you say?

The idea of ​​Murong Bo and others is good. Killing Zhou Yuwu and interrupting his sonic skills will make it difficult to achieve a natural vocal range. Unfortunately, Zhou Yuwu also has Mu Wanqing with unfathomable martial arts beside him!
(End of this chapter)