Reborn as Murong Fu: This time I am the protagonist

The battle on the field has reached a fever pitch. Jiumozhi used one against five, and he was able to do it with ease. On the other hand, looking at the five buildings of Tianlong Temple, all the faces were solemn, and some had beads of sweat on their foreheads.

"It seems that the consumption of internal energy by this six-meridian divine sword is really terrifying. No wonder no one has fully practiced it for so many years."

Murong Fu thought to himself.

Thinking of this, Murong Fu couldn't help but compare the Murong family's secret art "Dou Zhuan Xing Yuan" and "Six Meridians Divine Sword".

It should be said that the former pays attention to using force to fight and strike later, and controls the force to a very fine level. The latter pays attention to changes and irresistibility.

If we look purely at the lethality, the full version of the Six Meridians Divine Sword is naturally stronger, but its consumption of internal energy is too terrifying. If you want to use it as you wish, you need to maintain six strands of sword energy in your body at the same time. Duan Yu in the original work was still unable to use it freely after absorbing a large amount of internal power from many masters.

However, Dou Zhuan Xing Yi's internal strength requirements are far less stringent than those of the Six Meridians Divine Sword. From the perspective of actual combat performance, Murong Fu's internal strength level is basically at the bottom among the first-class masters, but he is able to fight back and forth in a short period of time with the help of half-hearted and top masters. Duan Yu, in addition to Shao Shishan's battle with Murong Fu, can't do anything in the whole book. There was no highlight moment. After the war, he was accidentally attacked by Jiumozhi and was injured. Although there is a gap in actual combat experience, it is enough to show that Dou Zhuan Xing Yi is more practical than the Six Meridians Divine Sword.

However, in order to practice both to the highest level, they must be based on strong internal strength, and it just so happened that what Murong Fu lacked was internal strength.

"When this time is over, I must try to practice the Beiming Divine Skill." Murong Fu secretly made up his mind.

At this moment, the situation on the battlefield reversed. It turned out that Jiumozhi was fighting one against five, and finally couldn't keep the blue smoke from standing still in the air. The sixth flaming knife's inner force wrapped around Bi Yan and struck at the back of Master Kurong's head. Duan Yu yelled, "Uncle Taishi, be careful." Unexpectedly, Master Kurong did not dodge, but thrust out with his thumbs and backhand.

The two sword energy ignored the flame sword energy that was about to reach the back of his head and went straight to Jiumozhi's chest and shoulders. Jiumozhi dodged and used his inner strength to protect his chest, blocking the sword that pierced his chest. However, he had no time to pay attention to the other way. With a "swish" sound, the monk's robe on his shoulder was cut open, and blood poured out from the opening.

Master Kurong withdrew his sword energy, and all six fragrant scents were cut off. The five books also stopped.

Jiumozhi smiled slightly: "Master Kurong's Zen skills are really powerful. As for the Six Meridians Divine Sword, it's just a false name."

Abbot Benyin said: "How can I have a false reputation? I hope the master can teach me."

Jiumozhi said: "What Mr. Murong and I admire is the swordsmanship of the Six Meridians Divine Sword, not the sword formation of the Six Meridians Divine Sword. Just now, Guisi used the power of six people to make one. To be fair, it seems... hahaha , I don’t think that the rough rivers and lakes can do such a thing of bullying the few, Tianlong Temple’s century-old reputation is indeed well-deserved.”

After saying that, he just sneered and didn't answer.

The monks were silent. In this matter, Tianlong Temple has indeed fallen behind.

But Ben Shen argued: "Whether it's swordsmanship or sword formation, when we were comparing swords just now, did King Ming win, or did we, Tianlong Temple, win?"

Jiumozhi didn't answer. He closed his eyes and meditated silently. After half a cup of tea, he opened his eyes and said, "Of course your temple is better, but the poor monk may not be defeated."

When everyone heard this, they were quite puzzled. Benyin asked, "What does King Ming mean by this?" Jiumozhi just smiled and said nothing.

Murong Fu knew that according to the normal world line, the Six Meridians Divine Sword manual should have been burned, Emperor Baoding was captured, and that idiot Duan Yu pretended to be aggressive and was kidnapped by Jiumozhi.

Wait, normal world line?

not good!

Murong Fu secretly thought, "Oh no!" and was about to run away when Jiumozhi moved around and quickly approached Murong Fu.

Murong Fu: Don’t come over!

Everything happened in a flash, and no one except Murong Fu had time to react. By the time everyone reacted, Murong Fu had already been pinned down by Jiumozhi, and he looked at everyone in Tianlong Temple helplessly.

Abbot Benyin asked angrily: "Jiumozhi, what do you mean?"

The two sides had sword fights and clashed several times before. Everyone in Tianlong Temple treated Jiumozhi with courtesy. This time, Ben called him by his first name, which obviously made him really angry.

Jiumozhi said with a smile: "Abbott, don't worry. The poor monk has a close friendship with Mr. Murong Bo. Now I see that my old friend's son has grown up and has the legacy of his father. Therefore, I want to invite the old friend's son to Tubo to comfort the poor." The monk misses his old friend."

Everyone in Tianlong Temple was furious: "If that's the case, I can just ask you if you want. Why are you holding Master Murong's pulse and forcing him with force?"

Just as Jiumozhi was about to quibble, Murong Fu said leisurely: "Master, why are you doing this? Isn't it because you want to enter Murong's "Huan Shi Shui Pavilion" to see what's going on? Why do you need to go to such a big fight?"

When Jiumozhi heard this, a fierce look flashed in his eyes, which was quickly suppressed.

Murong Fu secretly complained in his heart. In the moment just now, Murong Fu used his energy and strength several times to try to break away from the restraints. However, the difference in skill between the two sides was too big. Murong Fu's veins were restrained again. Several attempts were in vain. Everyone in Tianlong Temple was also anxious and wanted to lend a helping hand, but Murong Fu was in the hands of the opponent, and the opponent's martial arts was too high. Wuben thought he was fighting alone, and no one was his opponent, so they could only act in a hurry, and the scene was anxious.

While the two sides were in a stalemate, a voice broke the calm: "Let go of Young Master Murong!"

Everyone looked around and saw that it was Duan Yu. Jiumozhi didn't know Duan Yu and asked, "Where is this young master from?"

"You don't care who I am, you are such a shameless monk. You are so shameless that you stab people in the back. This is not what a gentleman would do. Let go of Mr. Murong!"

Jiumozhi thought to himself that he was a disciple of Buddhism, so what did he care about the gentleman? He only thought that the other party was a pedantic scholar, and seeing that the other party did not seem to have any martial arts skills, he did not take him to heart.

Murong Fu thought to himself: "Good brother, you are so righteous. I won't call you Duan Duanzi anymore, but don't be so talkative. Come and save me. Come here later?"

Before Murong Fu could finish his thoughts, a figure quickly enlarged in Murong Fu's eyes. The figure was as fast as lightning, and he shouted: "Mr. Murong, I'm here to save you!"

Murong Fu: Don’t come over!

Before he finished speaking, Duan Yu had already grabbed Murong Fu's wrist with one hand.

Jiumozhi didn't expect that the other party would be so bold. He was stunned for a moment. Just as he was about to shock the other party away, he found that he couldn't use any strength. At the same time, the internal energy in his body surged in one direction like a tide.

All of this is naturally due to Duan Yu's Beiming Divine Art at work.

This time he buckled Murong Fu's wrist just where it met Jiumozhi's tiger's mouth, and just connected with the taiyin tendon of his hand. This time it could be said that the buckle was a perfect fit, without any gaps.

This is true for a top master like Jiumozhi who has deep internal energy, let alone Murong Fu. In just a few breaths, Murong Fu lost more than half of his internal energy.

"It's over. Let's go back to Novice Village and start again."

Murong Fu wanted to cry but had no tears. What is this?

Just when Murong Fu thought everything was over, a sudden wave of heat came from his chest and surged to his limbs. The feeling of powerlessness caused by the loss of internal energy disappeared instantly, and then a powerful suction force came out. The internal energy that had almost disappeared quickly returned, like hundreds of rivers returning to the sea and pouring into the Dantian. The internal energy in Murong Fu's body skyrocketed, suddenly exceeding his original internal energy reserves, and it was obvious that this internal energy was purer!

When his internal energy finally surged to about three times its original level, his Dantian could no longer contain it. A stream of air burst out from his body, throwing Jiumozhi and Duan Yu away with a bang.

All this happened so fast, and because everyone on the field was a top player in Dali Kingdom, no one could see what happened for a while.

"huhuhuhu"

Murong Fu gasped for air, his back completely wet with sweat.

Wu Ben looked at each other, Duan Yu fell to the ground, covering his lower back, and kept saying "Ouch". Jiumozhi tried to get up from the ground several times, but failed because of weakness in his hands and feet.

The scene was silent for a while.

After a long time, Jiumozhi finally got up from the ground. He opened his mouth and wanted to speak, but no words came out. Finally, he said feebly: "Dali's Six Meridians Divine Sword is indeed worthy of its reputation. This young monk's trip today is worthwhile, so I will say goodbye."

After that, he rolled his sleeves and left.

Ben Yin said: "King Ming, go slowly." He breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, secretly saying that he finally sent this great god away, but it was also strange that Jiumozhi, who was showing off his cruelty in front of everyone just now, why did he leave willingly in the blink of an eye? What's up?

Jiumozhi felt pain in his heart. In just a few short breaths, he estimated that at least 45% of his powerful internal energy had been lost.

Now, if I don't leave, I'm afraid I will have to show up here today when Tianlong Temple discovers the clues. What I need to do now is to return to Tubo as soon as possible and restore as much of the lost internal energy as possible.

Therefore, even though he suffered such a huge loss, he could only swallow his anger and swallow this bad breath.

However, before leaving, he couldn't help but glare hatefully at the initiators of all this, Murong Fu and Duan Yu.

A drama that was originally unknown came to an end in such a hilarious way.

Murong Fu looked at Jiumozhi who was getting further away in front of him, with a confused look on his face.

That's it? Is this the end?

By accident, Murong Fu waved his hand towards Jiumozhi's back: "Master, walk slowly. Come and play often when you have time. Pay attention to safety on the road."

Jiumozhi staggered and almost fell down.

Murong Fu looked back at the stunned crowd, and was a little confused for a moment: What, did I say something wrong? As for whether you want to go up and help Duan Yu, well, let's forget it. What's going on? Can anyone tell me?

Just as he was about to speak, the voice of Master Kurong, who had been facing the wall without turning around, came: "Everyone in Tianlong Temple, thank you Master Murong for your generous action."

"Thank you Mr. Murong for your generous action."