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Chapter 162
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“Drawing swordsmanship?”
Kong Ran stretched out his hand with a calm face and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said: “Amitābha, with the imperial sword of the mind, everything is vain as far as the mind can be reached. The sword drawing skills of Jushi Su is really extraordinary, and the old monk admires it!”
However, the air-burning voice changed, and said: “But if this is the case, it is not enough to make the old monk regress. Please also ask Jushi Su for advice.”
When I said that I put my hands together and closed my eyes, I didn’t know what to say in my mouth. Before a moment, the whole body burst into golden light, and the golden light gathered together to form an illusory Buddha standing on top of the air.
An inexplicable voice came from the mouth of the big Buddha, and immediately after the air-burning hands that were folded together suddenly pushed forward, the illusory big Buddha actually stretched out a huge palm, and a golden Buddha seal appeared in the palm, carrying a boundless horror aura. Press down to Su Che.
“Humph!
Su Che snorted coldly, and a Sword intent that cut through the clouds rose. The Wangshu sword in his hand dropped out and hovered in front of Su Che. The ice blue giant sword slowly emerged.
“fall!
Su Che gave a soft drink, and saw that ice blue giant sword suddenly fell, and instantly cut the big Buddha above the air-fuel in half. The giant sword did not go away slowly, and instantly pierced the ground where the air-fuel was located.
Looking at this terrifying ice-blue giant sword, Air Combustion’s face changed drastically, and he quickly dodged aside.
“bump!
The 627 giant sword hit the ground, and there was a loud noise. The aftermath of the impact instantly dispersed, barely avoiding the air burning of the giant sword, and was instantly shocked by the terrifying aftermath.
Su Che’s face changed, and he quickly grabbed the Wang Shu sword suspended in front of him, and his figure moved. Before the aftermath arrived, he came to Li Qinglu and several people. Stopped.
Li Qinglu was all in peace, but Murong Bo, who was already seriously injured, was different. He let out a scream and fell to the ground.
Xiao Yuanshan, Xiao Feng, and Murong Fuben were close to each other, and they were shot tens of meters away in an instant. Only Duan Yu, who were far away, barely supported them, but they were also wolf foxes.
“D…”
After the aftermath dissipated, everyone hurriedly looked at the place where the giant sword fell, and suddenly took a breath.
I saw that the place where the giant sword fell had formed a large pit several tens of meters away, and the air-burning that originally looked like an eminent monk was sitting quietly beside the large pit to adjust his breath.
At this time, he has long lost his previous style, his body is full of scars, and the corners of his mouth are constantly overflowing with blood. Obviously, he has suffered a lot of injuries.
Seeing such a scene, recalling the terrifying power when the two had just met each other, everyone outside the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion looked at Su Che in shock, with an unbelievable expression, standing sluggishly on the spot.
Su Che put Shu Jian into the scabbard, smiled slightly, and said: “Dage, Uncle Xiao, if you still don’t take revenge, when will you wait?”
Hearing Su Che’s voice, the two finally recovered from the sluggishness. Xiao Feng said to Su Che cupped hands, “Thank you, Brother Xian!” As he looked at Xiao Yuanshan, he flew up to Murong Fuhe. In front of Murong Bo.
Murong Bo was seriously injured, and he has been under Xiao Yuanshan for so long, and he was unlucky enough to be injured by the aftermath of the battle between Su Che and the air-fuel. Now he has more air intake and less air outlet. Obviously Fate is coming soon.
Seeing Xiao Yuanshan and the two approaching him, Murong Bo knew that he must be killed here, and looked at Murong Fu and shouted, “Fu’er, go!”
Murong Fu felt a pain in his heart, and he rarely refuted Mu Rongbo’s words, and said: “Father! We just met each other, how can I leave you and run away? I won’t leave!”
“Confused!
“Cough cough cough”
Murong Bo was anxious, but he didn’t think about it and affected the injury. He coughed a few times and said, “Fu’er, don’t forget your mission, go quickly, don’t let my father down!”
Speaking of Murong Bo’s expression, he rushed towards Xiao Yuanshan and Xiao Feng with his badly injured body. He was actually trying to use his own life to delay time so that Murong Fu could escape.
Murong Fu was shocked, and shouted: “Father, no!” Murong Bo kept moving and shouted: “Fu’er, go!’
Murong Fu didn’t dare to delay any more. He knew that if he didn’t leave, his father’s wish would be wasted, and he quickly cedh Qinggong and flew outside.
“Can you go?!”
Seeing Murongfu who was leaving in a hurry, Su Che smiled coldly, his figure instantly dissipated in place, and then appeared behind Murongfu in the next moment. With a palm shot, Murongfu fell to the ground from mid-air.
Upon seeing this, Xiao Yuanshan laughed and said, “Old thief Murong, have you seen it? Your son will come to accompany you soon!” Over his head, Murong Bo widened his eyes, exhausted his last bit of strength, turned his head and glanced at Murong Fu who fell on the ground, and finally fell on the cold ground, completely lost his breath.
“Hahaha ”
Seeing that Murong Bo was finally dead, Xiao Yuanshan let out a long laugh, and shouted: “My baby, mother, have you seen it? I finally avenge you!”
“Hahaha ”
Murong Fu, who fell on the ground, saw that Murong Bo was killed and instantly collapsed. He hurriedly got up and ran to Murong Bo’s side, picked up Murong Bo’s corpse, and said with grief and heartbreak: “Father!”
Murong Fu stared blankly at Murong Bo, who had died in his arms, recalled his life in his mind, and finally smiled tragically, and muttered: “Father, the child is useless, our Murong family has no hope of regaining the country, and the child has no face anymore. Surviving in the world, my child is here to accompany you, dad
Murong Fu stood up abruptly, pulled out the sword from his waist, and instantly cut his own throat.
With a sound of “Wei Dang”, the sword fell to the ground, and Murong Fu sat weakly on the ground, holding Murong Bo’s body in his arms, and muttered: “Father, Fu’er is here to accompany you.”
“Ding, it is detected that Murong Bo and Murong Fu are dead. The host completes the system task and rewards the host with a golden treasure chest with a luck value of 5000. The host’s remaining luck is worth 97,000 points!’
“Ding, it is detected that the host has a golden treasure chest that has not been opened. Do you want to open it now?”
“Not open!
“Ding, the golden treasure chest has been stored in the system space, and the host can open it with his mind at any time!”
Su Che looked at Murong Fu, who had lost his breath, and sighed. This guy has been exhausted by the restoration of the country all his life, and he has to carry the pot for his father, who is a pitted son. Now he is dead here. It is not for him. Free it.
As long as he is still alive, he has to follow the ancestral instructions and try to restore the country. Therefore, the original book cannot withstand all kinds of blows, becomes mad and has a bleak end.
Su Che glanced at the corpses of Murong Fu and Murong Bo, then turned to sit on the ground and walked away.
In the original book, he seems to have a relationship with the Xiaoyao School, but since he has been in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion for so many years, it is obviously impossible to be related to Li Qiushui or Wu Xingyun, or Wuyazi, most likely to be related to Xiaoyaozi related.