"How savage!"
Master Wu Ye immediately couldn't help fiercely swallowing his saliva, only, he immediately felt something was wrong, Master Xuan Bei died in Shenjie Temple, now that Zhao Wuji killed Master Xuan Bei, how could Shaolin Temple let it go?
"No matter what, we must keep Zhao Wuji!”Master Five Leaf immediately made up his mind.
Only, Zhao Wuji was also disinclined to pay attention to Master Five Leaf. A minor character with only a name, basically didn't have the qualifications to make Zhao Wuji take it to heart. His attention was all placed on Murong Bo.
"Murong Bo, you've been hiding and peeking for so long. Don't you dare to come out?”
Zhao Wuji suddenly opened his mouth.
Murong Bo's whole body shook. Under normal circumstances, he wouldn't have appeared at all. After seeing Zhao Wuji's strength, he would only retreat and plan it out.
But now, Zhao Wuji actually clearly called out his name, very certain that the one hiding was him, Murong Bo. This time, Murong Bo basically had no way to retreat.
Whoosh!
Murong Bo turned over and appeared in front of Zhao Wuji. The two people's eyes met. Xuan Bei still had a trace of consciousness. When he saw Murong Bo clearly, his face also revealed a shocked expression: "Mr. Murong, you, you really didn't die!”
Murong Bo pulled his mask, revealing his true face, and then stared at Zhao Wuji coldly: "Young hero, you are really good at Kung Fu. Xuan Bei is one of the few masters in the Xuan generation. You can actually defeat him!”
As he spoke, Murong Bo suddenly moved and attacked with a ruthless killing move.
Joined Finger.
This Murong Bo was also a crafty old fox. When he spoke, he brazenly attacked. To him, he had faked his death for so many years, but Zhao Wuji could accurately call out his name and knew his identity. No matter what, he had to kill him.
As soon as he made his move, Zhao Wuji felt that Murong Bo was more than a notch stronger than Xuan Bei.
It was at least a leap of two realms. The moment this Joined Finger was used by a top-notch expert in the pugilistic world, it would immediately be extremely tragic. Joined! These two words would forever be a pain in the Murong family's heart.?Because this was their national humiliation.
When Murong Bo used this move, it immediately became extremely tragic. It was as if it was a great battle, a defeat, and a survival from despair.
Not only that, but this finger technique was also exceptionally sharp. Pointing out in the air, the finger technique was fierce. It found someone's acupuncture points and penetrated into the skin. Even if the body was strong, it could still penetrate into the skin and damage the internal organs.
"What a good Joined Finger. This venerable self wants to experience it properly!”
Zhao Wuji's body took a step forward, a shocking power already gathering in his palm. It was the Great Mount Meru King Fist. This Mount Meru, Nine Mountains, Eight Seas, Four Continents, was even considered an astonishing divine ability in Xiuzhen's cultivation method.
Even though Zhao Wuji had only come into contact with the most elementary level, but one slash being displayed, this power was also exceptionally astonishing.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
In the entire Shenjie Temple, immediately the air waves rolled, Zhao Wuji and Murong Bo's fists and feet collided, in an instant, the force burst out, immediately erupting with a series of air explosion sounds.
One was incomparably tragic, while the other looked solemn.
Murong Bo's heart trembled. He only felt that Zhao Wuji's Great Meru King Fist was simply terrifying. It was clearly a Buddhist martial art, but when Zhao Wuji displayed it, it didn't have the slightest bit of Buddhist compassion. Its power was astonishing, incomparably firm and fierce. In a trance, it gave people the feeling that Buddha was attacking him.
"How is that possible?"
Murong Bo's heart trembled. He had secretly learned the seventy-two ultimate skills in the Shaolin Temple and knew a lot about Buddhist martial arts. However, he had never seen such martial arts that had surpassed any of the ultimate skills in the Shaolin Temple.
No, to be more precise, Shaolin's seventy-two unique skills added together were not as good as Zhao Wuji's kung fu.
In a trance, Murong Bo felt that the attacks that Zhao Wuji displayed all had the shadow of Shaolin's seventy two unique skills, and compared to Shaolin's seventy two unique skills, they were even more profound and profound, even more abstruse.
And at this moment, Zhao Wuji also had more comprehension. Since he grasped this Great Meru King Fist, although this move was powerful, the enemies he encountered couldn't block his move.
He could kill the enemy just by relying on the technique of standing stance. Even Xuan Bei couldn't block his first move. So far, he hadn't really practiced the Great Meru King Fist, and Zhao Wuji wasn't so proficient in cultivating it.
However, with Murong Bo's help, things were different.
Murong Bo himself had a lot of understanding of the world's martial arts, hiding in the Shaolin Temple for more than twenty years, practicing the Shaolin Seventy-Two Ultimate Skills every day, and now facing Zhao Wuji, he also used a lot of the Seventy-Two Ultimate Skills.
This way, Zhao Wuji was able to gain confirmation from both sides, and he was able to learn from the strengths of others, gaining more and more insight into his own Great Meru King Fist.
Skanda Divine Pestle!
Murong Bo suddenly made a move. His body swayed, and his body twisted casually. Then, his bones and muscles instantly became as hard as iron. In an instant, a force burst out.
Boom!
Zhao Wuji's face was expressionless, his right hand throwing a punch, reducing complexity to simplicity, a simple and direct straight punch, but this punch was like the collapse of mountains and rivers, like a divine mountain descending into the world.
Crackling!
Zhao Wuji's internal strength burst forth. At this moment, it was as if Buddha had descended into the world. Threads by threads, little by little, golden light burst out from Zhao Wuji's body. Afterwards, Zhao Wuji's fist blasted out.，
Boom!
Fist and fist fiercely collided together, Murong Bo's whole body shook, a mouthful of blood to the side of his mouth, he understood in his heart, today he couldn't kill Zhao Wuji no matter what, on the contrary if he continued to fight, the person who died might be him.
Shua!
Borrowing the power of Zhao Wuji's punch, Murong Bo retreated like lightning, his body slashing out like a snake, jumping out of the wall.
Zhao Wuji didn't chase, just as Murong Bo left, the monks of Shenjie Monastery had already surrounded Zhao Wuji.
"Amitabha!" Grandmaster Five Leaves shouted a Buddhist name at Zhao Wuji, and then slowly opened his mouth: "Benefactor, you killed Master Xuan Bei. Today's matter cannot be settled. Please follow me to Shaolin Temple to wash away your sins!”
"This monk is meddlesome!" Zhao Wuji raised his hand, and with a xiu sound, the Divine Sword Tian Ya communicated with Zhao Wuji's mind, instantly falling into Zhao Wuji's hand.
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