Wuxia’s Most Powerful Boss
37 Murong Bo?

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"What a sharp Sword Qi!"

Qiao Feng, who was standing not far away from Murong Fu, felt the sharpness of the sword qi at the first moment!

Before the sword arrived, the sharp edge of the sword qi swept over with a strong wind. Even through his robe, he could feel the pain on his skin!

In a flash, Qiao Feng retreated to the side, and Duan Zhengming and the others also retreated a few steps.

Clang!

The two sharp sword Qi collided fiercely, and a dazzling sword light suddenly bloomed. Brilliant light shot in all directions, and the force swept in all directions like waves!

In the air, layers of powerful sword Qi were visible to the naked eye as they charged over like huge waves.

"Retreat again!"

Master Ku Rong frowned and led the others to retreat more than 30 meters. Only now did the powerful sword Qi weaken significantly.

Rumble!

On the ground, sword marks exploded. Rocks flew in the air, and dust surged. The surrounding pagodas were shattered by the intense sword qi and became extremely dilapidated!

Looking at the scene of devastation, Duan Zhengming, Master Ku Rong, and the others were all shocked.

Even a master like Qiao Feng was shocked by Duan Renhuang's terrifying strength.

"This Duan Clan's Crown Prince has such terrifying inner force attainments at such a young age. Coupled with the Duan Clan's Six Pulses Divine Sword and the unknown sword technique he just displayed, his name will definitely shake the world in the future! His achievements are limitless!"

Qiao Feng had traveled the martial world for more than twenty years and had seen countless prodigies. However, he had never seen anyone who could reach Renhuang Duan's level at such a tender age!

"Your Majesty, it's really Buddha's blessing that our Dali Duan Clan has such a crown prince!”

Master Ku Rong was very pleased. He had comprehended the Six Meridians Divine Sword in such a short period of time. Not only had he defeated the Tubo Nation Master Jiu Mozhi, but he was also not at a disadvantage when he fought with Nan Murong. Other than Duan Siping, the ancestor of the Duan family, there had never been such a prodigy!

"Master Ku Rong, you flatter me. My son is still young and has a long way to go.”

Duan Zhengming put his palms together and returned the greeting with a smile. His words were very humble, but the pride revealed in his eyes could not be hidden.

Kacha!

Suddenly, a crisp cracking sound was heard.

Everyone looked at the messy pagoda forest and saw Murong Fu with disheveled hair and a pale face. His eyes were bloodshot and his face was filled with disbelief.

In his right hand was a long sword that had been broken into two. The sound of the sword breaking came from this sword.

On the other hand, Renhuang Duan had already sheathed his sword and stood in front of the pagoda.

His long robe was spotless, and his aura was stable. There was no change at all. When the two were compared, the difference was obvious!

"Murong Fu, you've lost. Looks like you can only meditate in Heavenly Dragon Temple!”Duan Renhuang said lightly.

The battle had just begun, but it had already ended. Duan Renhuang didn't leave him any chance!

"Defeated? I lost?"

Murong Fu raised his head in a daze and looked at the pairs of eyes in front of him. He felt extremely ashamed and angry!

His family's martial arts had been passed down in his family, and he had become famous at the age of ten. He had sworn to fight against the heroes of the world with his family's mission in mind, but he had actually been defeated by the crown prince of a small border country?

"No, I can't! I didn't lose! I didn't lose!" Murong Fu suddenly roared and looked at Human Emperor Duan with his red eyes." Human Emperor Duan, let's try again!" Let's compete again. I still have many peerless martial arts that I haven't used yet!”

Murong Fu seemed to have gone mad, unable to accept reality.

"Compete?"

Duan Renhuang shook his head. It was meaningless to continue fighting Murong Fu!

He had already lost his mind!

"Your Highness, Murong Fu has already paid the price. Can you let him go and spare him this once?”

Although Qiao Feng did not like some of Murong Fu's methods, they were both here at the same time. Qiao Feng could not just sit back and watch Murong Fu be imprisoned while he left alone.

Duan Renhuang glanced at him and said coldly,""This prince gave him a chance, but unfortunately, he didn't grasp it!”

"Although Dali is a small border country, not everyone can come and go as they please!”

"Men, take him away!"

Human Emperor Duan's words rendered Qiao Feng speechless.

Their intrusion was inappropriate in itself. Murong Fu's defeat was not unjustified, and the punishment he wanted to receive was also deserved!

"Yes, sir! Crown Prince!"

Zhu Danchen and Fu Sigui responded respectfully and grabbed Murong Fu.

Whoosh!

All of a sudden, Duan Renhuang felt a gust of wind blowing against his face, and his eyes turned sharp!

"Expert!"

Duh!

Duan Renhuang raised his right thumb and shot out a sharp Shaoshang Sword Qi!

"Be careful, my son!"

" Your Highness, watch out behind you!"

Duan Zhengming and the monks shouted. They found a figure covered in black attacked from behind Duan Renhuang at an extremely fast speed!

"What a fast speed!"

Duan Renhuang didn't hesitate at all. He turned around and shot out another Sword Qi!

"Good!"

The black-robed man could not help but exclaim in admiration. In midair, a thick fist energy met the Six Pulses Divine Sword!

A black palm force came from his palm and collided with the Six Pulses Divine Sword!

Boom!

An intense explosion sounded, and dust billowed!

"Shaolin's Great Buddhist Fist Technique!"

Seeing the black-clothed man attack, Qiao Feng, who was not far away, revealed a trace of surprise in his eyes!

"Could this be a Shaolin master?”Qiao Feng was very suspicious of the identity of the person who came because the other party used Shaolin boxing techniques. His origin must be related to Shaolin!

However, what was the relationship between Murong Fu and the Shaolin monks?

The Murong family of Swallow Dock and Shaolin had never had much contact.

"Hahaha... Good boy, you are indeed Duan Siping's descendant. Today's battle ends here. When we meet again in the martial arts world in the future, this old man will experience your brilliant moves!”

The man in black leaped up and left with Murong Fu in his hands. Only a few arrogant words could be heard from afar.

No one present could react in time. They were all shocked by the terrifying strength of the black-robed man.

"Murong Bo, you've finally appeared!”

Duan Renhuang stood with his hands behind his back and watched the black figure leave. He didn't feel depressed.

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