"Young Master, it really is you!”
"Didn't you say you were going to Beggar's Sect's headquarters? But why…sigh…"
Bao Butong let out a long sigh and put on his Pain Mask.
Deng Baichuan and the other two didn't look any better. They looked at Murong Fu with complicated expressions.
As the generals of the Murong Clan for generations, how could they not know the ambition of the Murong Clan's Xianbei descendants to revive Great Yan?
He knew that there was no hope, but he was still willing to follow him loyally.
This was because, firstly, his family had been like this for generations. Secondly, Murong Fu was elegant and well-versed in both literature and martial arts. In addition, he was carefree, elegant, alert, and intelligent, which made them admire him.
Who would have thought that he would actually do such a shameful thing, and even more so, he shouldn't have attacked Wang Yuyan.
Who was Wang Yuyan? That was his biological cousin!
She had always been very close to him, so how could he be so ruthless?
He was already like this to Wang Yuyan, let alone them?
For a moment, the three of them felt sad and somewhat disheartened.
At the same time, the situation was clear.
Following Helian Tieshu's arrest, the Xixia warriors were either dead or had surrendered.
Only the Xuanming Elders, Duan Yanqing, and the nameless swordsman were still resisting.
The four of them were surrounded by a group of experts, and it was likely that they would not be able to escape even if they had wings.
The sudden change made everyone tacitly choose to stop and watch.
At some point in time, the entire place suddenly fell silent.
Murong Fu saw that he was being watched by everyone like a monkey, and he was instantly ashamed and furious.
He drew his sword, pointed at Bao Butong, and roared," What do you know? I, Murong Fu, am a descendant of Xianbei, a descendant of the royal family of Great Yan. For the sake of the great plan of restoring the country, what can a mere honor or disgrace count for?”
Bao Butong forced a smile as he tried to persuade him.
"Young master, although you have put in a lot of effort, you have become an unkind and unjust person.”
"I can't help but feel ashamed and despised by the world.”
"If you ask me, it's fine if you don't want to be the emperor. You…"
"Shut up!"
Murong Fu looked like he had gone mad and stabbed out with his sword.
Bao Butong's words came to an abrupt halt as soon as he said 'you'.
He lowered his head to look at the blade that had pierced his chest and raised his head in disbelief.
His expression seemed to be in pain, but there was also a hint of relief.
He chuckled and straightened his body, allowing the long sword to pierce through him.
" Puff!" A mouthful of blood spurted out, splashing onto Murong Fu's chest and face.
Then, Bao Butong opened his eyes wide and stared at Murong Fu. After a while, he went silent.
"Third Bro!"
"Third Brother!"
"Young Master, you…"
Deng Baichuan and the other two reacted and rushed over.
Murong Fu let go of his sword hilt and staggered a few steps before falling to the ground. He hissed," You forced me to do this. You forced me to kill you…"
His long hair was scattered, and his face was ferocious. Coupled with the scars on his face, he looked like a madman.
Murong Jiu stared blankly at Murong Fu, suddenly feeling that this cousin was so unfamiliar.
After a while, her cherry lips parted slightly and she said coldly," Idiot…"
Deng Baichuan glanced at Murong Fu and said nothing. He pulled out the sword from Bao Butong's corpse, picked him up, and strode away.
Gongye Qian and the other man lowered their heads and said," Take care." Then, they hurriedly chased after him.
The secret agents of the Guarding Dragon Mountain Villa looked at Xu Fengyu and saw him wave his hand, allowing the three of them to leave.
"Rebellion, what an unexpected big fish…"
Guihai Yidao muttered, and his figure flashed out.
"Traitor, why aren't you surrendering?”
Murong Fu swung his saber down, but he rolled over and dodged it.
He picked up the long sword from the ground. His eyes seemed to be on fire, and green light flashed. He immediately used the Murong family's unique sword technique.
The long sword danced like a large green ball, instantly wrapping Guihai Yidao into the sword circle.
Every move was fatal.
Guihai Yidao came from Ba Dao's sect, and his saber techniques were even better than his master's. How could he be afraid of him?
He brandished his saber to meet it, but the saber was strange. If he was not careful, he would be killed in one slash.
The two of them were both at the beginner level of the grandmaster realm and each had their own unique skills. It was natural for them to look good when fighting.
Xu Fengyu also used a saber. Although he had used the Five Tigers Cracking the Sect Saber Technique very casually, his attainment in the Saber Dao had improved by leaps and bounds ever since he had comprehended the Ox Saber Technique.
Seeing Guihai Yidao brandishing his Tyrannical Saber so tightly that not even a single wind could pass, he was actually mesmerized for a moment.
Guihai Yidao didn't want to be entangled with Murong Fu for too long, so he changed his blade momentum and changed the normal Overpowering Blade Technique to the Three Blades of the Avici Sect.
"First slash!"
Guihai Yidao shouted angrily in his heart.
In an instant, an astonishing evil aura was emitted from his body, and the surroundings were sharp. As the saber light passed, everyone felt as if they were in a mountain of sabers.
Murong Fu's long hair was blown away by the saber Qi. He was shocked. He used all his strength to move the saber away, and he was so scared that he broke out in cold sweat.
However, this was only the first slash.
Avici said three knives, just as his name suggested, a total of three knives.
When Guihai Yidao turned around, his second slash was already ready. His aura was even stronger, and the blade emitted a biting cold intent. Everyone could feel the slight pain on their skin from afar.
"What an evil saber technique…"
Mistress Annihilation's eyes narrowed slightly. If she did not know Guihai Yidao's identity, she would have thought that he was a member of the Demonic Sect.
Murong Fu, who was in the scene, was sweating profusely. When he saw the blade falling, he was so scared that his soul almost left his body.
"It's over, I can't hold on anymore…"
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