Murong Bo broke into the window, and pointed the sleeping hole of the four monks guarding the pavilion as soon as he made a move, turned around and sneered.

"Xiao Yuanshan, is it that your father and son who are together, or is it that our two elders fight alone and fight to the death?"

Xiao Yuanshan blocked the pavilion gate and said.

"Boy, block the window, don't let him go."

Qiao Fengdao.

"yes!"

Flashed by the window, his palms were placed on his chest, and the father and son surrounded him, and he saw that Murong Bo could no longer get out.

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"The deep hatred between you and me is unresolved. This is not a contest of martial arts skills. Naturally, my father and son join forces to take your life."

Murong Bo laughed and was about to answer, but suddenly he heard footsteps on the stairs. He walked up to him and came, and it was Jiumozhi.

He roostered Murong Bo and said.

"Mr. Murong, after he parted in the past, he heard that Mr. went west and the monk was very sad. It turned out that Mr. lived in seclusion and did not leave. It had a deep meaning. Today, he met again and was really happy to be a little monk."

Murong Bo returned the favor with his fists and smiled.

"I am very ashamed of my family and country because of my family and country."

Jiumo's wisdom.

"How dare you? How dare you? The young monk met and met with his husband on the same day, talked about martial arts and swords. He received guidance from Mr. Meng for several days. His life was doubtful. Once he understood it, he would also give it to him with the key points of the 72 unique skills of Shaolin Temple, which was even more touching."

Murong Bo said with a smile.

"What's the point of some small things?"

Say to Xiao’s father and son.

"Xiao Laoxia, Xiao Shaoxia, this monk Jiumozhizhi is the great lunar king of Tubo. He has a profound Buddhist abyss and is even better than his martial arts. It can be said that he is rarely compared to this world."

Xiao Yuanshan and Qiao Feng looked at each other and thought.

"Although this monk may not be stronger than Murong Bo, he must do his best. He has such a deep relationship with Murong Bo, so he naturally has to help him. It is hard to say that he will win and lose this battle."

Jiumo's wisdom.

"Mr. Murong praised it. When the young monk heard that his swordsman talked about the swordsmanship, he used the "Six-Meridian Divine Sword" in the Tianlong Temple in Dali Kingdom as the best sword in the world. He hated him for not seeing it, which led to a regret in his life. When the young monk learned about the bad news of his husband, he went to the Tianlong Temple in Dali, hoping to find the Six-Meridian Divine Sword Sword Sword Score, and burned it in front of his tomb to repay his confidant."

"Unexpectedly, Master Kurong of Tianlong Temple burned the sword score with internal force at an emergency. Although the little monk had the idea of ​​Ji Zha hanging a sword, he could not fulfill his wish and felt very regretful."

Murong Bo said.

"The master only has this idea, and I am very grateful. What's more, the Duan's six-merid divine sword still exists on earth, and I will see you again in the future."

Murong Bo said again.

"Here, the father and son of Xiao want to kill me, what does the master think?"

Jiumo's wisdom.

"How can you hold your hands behind closed doors when you are a confidant?"

Qiao Feng saw that he was two-on-two now, and those two were both top masters. He was afraid that not only did he not kill Murong Bo, his father and son might have to die in the Sutra Pavilion. But he was brave and brave, and he shouted loudly without regard for being in adversity.

"If you don't judge life and death today, you will never give up. Just take the call!"

With a slap, he quickly slapped Murong Bo.

Murong Bo brushed his left hand and condensed his power to transform his palm. With a loud noise, a wooden piece on the left bookshelves flew into several pieces, and the scriptures on the shelf collapsed.

Qiao Feng's palm was powerful. Although Murong Bo brushed it away, it was not dissolving. He just shifted the palm force to the direction and hit the bookshelf.

Murong Bo smiled slightly and said.

"Nan Murong, Bei Qiaofeng! It's true that there is no name! Brother Xiao, I have a word, don't you listen!"

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Chapter completed!