Zongwu: Opening Awakening copy and paste

Inn.

In the lobby on the first floor of the inn, Feng Wuhen was sitting at a table, closing his eyes and resting his mind. Lan Xinyu, Lan Jian, and all the sword-wielding women stood aside respectfully, and there was a trace of chill in the air.

They are waiting.

Wait for the spies to send back Murong Fu's final location.

After a long time, with the sound of footsteps, everyone turned to the door.

A man dressed as a beggar walked in quickly from the door, glanced at the situation in the lobby on the first floor, and then came to Feng Wuhen, knelt down on one knee, and saluted respectfully.

"Pavilion Master, Murong Fu has appeared, in a courtyard in the west of the city!"

The visitor said respectfully.

Hearing the report, Feng Wuhen suddenly opened his eyes, and the eyes flashed brightly.

Finally showed up? !

"set off!"

Feng Wuhen curled his lips, said two words coldly, got up and walked straight out.

At that moment, all the people rushed towards the west of the city under the leadership of the spy.

...

West of the city.

Outside a courtyard with five entrances and five exits, dozens of people from Tianyahaige stood neatly outside the gate, waiting for Feng Wuhen's instructions.

In the dark corners around, there are many spies lurking, all eyes are on the movement of the house.

Secret agents are only responsible for collecting intelligence, and will not act unless it is absolutely necessary.

So the only ones who will fight today are Feng Wuhen, Lan Xinyu, Lan Jian and the dozens of sword-wielding women, but it is enough to deal with Murong Fu and his son.

Feng Wuhen took a deep breath, slowly raised his right hand, and swung it down vigorously.

Immediately afterwards, Lan Xinyu and Lan Jian rushed into the courtyard with dozens of women holding swords, and began to search for Murong Fu's trace.

The house is large and deep, but it is surprisingly quiet!

From the first floor to the fifth floor courtyard, Lan Xinyu and Lan Jian led people to search every corner, but they couldn't find Murong Fu.

Not only that, but there was not even a single figure!

After a long time, Lan Xinyu and Lan Jian, who had returned in vain, came to Feng Wuhen with serious expressions on their faces.

"Pavilion Master, it seems that the other party has already known the exposure, so he left first."

"There is still freshly brewed tea in the room, and the tables and chairs are a bit messy. It looks like they just escaped!"

Lan Xinyu frowned and said.

This is the only clue found.

"Chase!"

Feng Wuhen narrowed his eyes and said coldly.

It seems that he still underestimated Murong Fu.

Following Feng Wuhen's order, Lan Xinyu and Lan Jian immediately chased them out in four directions.

Even if the enemy has fled, they must still be in the city, otherwise the spies guarding the gate would have come to report.

Feng Wuhen stood where he was, glanced coldly around, turned around and walked out slowly.

Entering the courtyard five times, each floor is bigger than the next floor, it seems that Murong Bo has been planning for a long time, maybe since the first battle in Shaolin Temple, he has made up his mind to fight against Tianyahai Pavilion.

It seems that they are really determined to revive Dayan.

Just as Feng Wuhen walked from the courtyard on the fifth floor to the doorway separating the courtyard on the second floor from the courtyard on the first floor, he suddenly raised his eyebrows, and then couldn't help laughing.

He smiled coldly, revealing a hint of disdain that suddenly dawned on him.

At this moment, there was a sound of footsteps, and a group of men in black suddenly rushed out from the darkness, surrounding Feng Wuhen, all holding weapons in their hands, with cold faces and no emotion in their eyes.

There are hundreds of people!

Immediately afterwards, a young man holding a folding fan slowly walked out of the crowd and stood opposite Feng Wuhen.

Murong Fu!

Seeing Murong Fu suddenly appearing, Feng Wuhen finally understood that the illusion of escape was only deliberately made by Murong Fu, in order to distract Lan Xinyu and others, and then lead them to appear before Feng Wuhen left. In order to kill Feng Wuhen in this house.

"Lord Fengge, long time no see!"

Murong Fu waved his folding fan, said without pain, with a sneer of contempt at the corner of his mouth.

"It's a good trick to divert the tiger away from the mountain, not bad, not bad."

Feng Wuhen stared at Murong Fu and said calmly.

"Didn't expect that? You are too impatient, you shouldn't have sent everyone out! You shouldn't have come to Xiyue City, let alone offend my Gusu Murong family!"

Murong Fu stared at Feng Wuhen, gritted his teeth and said, with a trace of undisguised satisfaction in his eyes, it seemed that Feng Wuhen was already a dead person in his eyes.

"so what?"

Feng Wuhen smiled, and asked lightly, still in a casual manner.

"Today next year will be your memorial day! Your death is here!"

Murong Fu said harshly.

"Just you?"

Feng Wuhen looked at Murong Fu, asked faintly, then shook his head with a smile.

Seeing Feng Wuhen's contemptuous expression, Murong Fu was furious in his heart, he hated being underestimated, especially when he had the chance to win.

There are hundreds of dead men here, even if one of them spits out, it is enough to drown Feng Wuhen, he doesn't believe that he will lose!

"kill him!"

Murong Fu finally couldn't take it anymore, he gritted his teeth and gave the order to do it!

Immediately afterwards, hundreds of dead men swarmed up and rushed towards Feng Wuhen frantically!

But at this moment, Feng Wuhen suddenly turned into a black shadow, and rushed into the crowd like lightning, the Yitian sword was pulled out suddenly, accompanied by a flash of dazzling silver light, people kept groaning and fell on the pool of blood middle!

One sword thirteen moves, one move thirteen afterimages!

Absolute God Seven Swords!

In less than half a stick of incense, there was already a river of blood in the courtyard, and corpses piled up like a mountain!

And Feng Wuhen didn't seem to intend to stop here at all, he was still shuttling through the crowd, bringing blood rain everywhere he passed!

He didn't rush towards Murong Fu directly, but seemed to want to kill everyone in front of Murong Fu!

Looking at Feng Wuhen who was like a ghost, Murong Fu stood there dumbfounded, his face became more and more ugly, and the trace of fear in his heart became more and more intense.

He wants to escape, but he is not reconciled!

He is waiting, waiting for Feng Wuhen to exhaust himself, waiting for Feng Wuhen to die!

But the longer he waited, the more he felt that death was approaching him step by step.

But what he knows better is that as long as he escapes, Feng Wuhen will definitely come directly towards him.

And he didn't have the confidence to take over the sword that had already been stained red with blood!

Time passed by every minute and every second, hundreds of dead soldiers all fell into a pool of blood under Murong Fu's watchful eyes, and no one survived!

At this moment, Feng Wuhen turned into that blood-covered figure again, holding the sword in his hand, turned around slowly, and walked towards Murong Fu step by step.

Murong Fu was completely in despair, he couldn't imagine what he had just experienced, he had never been as confident as he was just now, but everything turned into nothingness in the blink of an eye.

Is it my fate?

Murong Fu thought in his heart, and finally broke down completely, turning around and fleeing like crazy.

He doesn't want to die!

But when he turned around and escaped a dozen steps, he stopped abruptly, because there was no way to retreat, the people from Tianyahai Pavilion who had just left had already rushed back and stood guard at the gate of the house, one by one coldly. looking at him coldly...

Chapter 2 and One

Xiyue City.

house.

"Want to escape? Don't you want to kill me?"

Feng Wuhen's icy voice came slowly from behind Murong Fu, and there was a trace of undisguised disdain in his voice.

Murong Fu turned around abruptly, looking at Feng Wuhen who was slowly walking towards him like a god of death, he couldn't help trembling all over.

He never thought that one day he would be so afraid of a person.

I'm Nan Murong!I am Empress Dayan!

Murong Fu tried his best to hint to himself in his heart, trying to drive away the fear in his heart, but he found that the more he did this, the more obvious the fear in his heart became.

"Where is Murong Bo!?"

Feng Wuhen stared into Murong Fu's eyes and asked coldly.

From the beginning to the end, Murong Bo did not show up.

If it's not hard-hearted, it's not here at all.

Murong Fu shook his head, with a miserable smile on his face.

"Kill me!"

Murong Fu clenched his fists tightly and said what he thought was the most dignified sentence at this time.

"Where is Murong Bo?!"

Feng Wuhen looked at Murong Fu and asked again.

"I said kill me!"

Murong Fu shouted hysterically.

He told himself countless times in his heart that he must never tell the whereabouts of his father, for the Murong family, for Dayan, he must never tell!

"Nan Murong? That's all!"

"You are not worthy to die by my sword now!"

Feng Wuhen shook his head, put away the Yitian Sword, and said contemptuously.

In his eyes, Murong Fu at this moment is not as good as those dead soldiers who were not afraid of death just now.

After hearing Feng Wuhen's words, Murong Fu felt a trace of shame he had never felt before, and his eyes were full of despair and helplessness.

Perhaps, death is his last dignity!

Thinking of this, Murong Fu closed his eyes, stretched out his right palm, and patted his Heavenly Spirit hard!

Although you have the courage to cut yourself off, you don't have the confidence to fight hard!

But at this moment, a gust of wind suddenly came from behind, followed by an unbearable pain from the elbow!

"what!"

A shrill scream came from Murong Fu's mouth!

I saw that his right arm was broken at the elbow!Falling into a pool of blood!

The person who brought out the sword is Lan Jian!

Without Feng Wuhen's permission, Murong Fu couldn't die!

Murong Fu knelt on the ground, looked at Feng Wuhen with resentment, a shame that he had never felt before, but he was helpless.

"Take him down!"

Lan Xinyu took a look at Feng Wuhen who had already put away his sword, and slowly walked out of the crowd, giving an order in a deep voice.

Immediately afterwards, two sword-wielding women walked out, tied up Murong Fu who had lost one arm, and held him down.

Feng Wuhen took a breath of the bloody air and narrowed his eyes.