Infinite Heroes Seat

In a forest outside Shaolin Temple, it was already midnight, the full moon was shining, birds and animals lurking, and there was silence all around. The whole world gave people a sense of emptiness and profoundness, which made people compelled to admire nature. good fortune.

But a rustling sound suddenly came, breaking the tranquility around it, and saw three figures shaking constantly in the shade of the tree, flying around, **** together, but they were fighting for their lives.

If there are martial arts people here, you will be surprised. The three people in front of you are not only extremely light, they come and go like wind, but also have wonderful moves and deep internal strength. Every move and every style has great power, and they can take out one at random. They are all first-class masters in the arena, but they don't want to appear in this secluded forest at the same time, and they fight hard.

It seemed that two of the masters were besieging the other one, only to see an old man wearing a black monk's clothes surrounded by the white-robed young man and the gray-robed old man, who could only cover it desperately, and was already at a disadvantage.

Xiao Yuanshan fought Mo Wen and Murong Bo for more than a dozen rounds at this time. Although his internal strength was gradually declining and his body suffered serious injuries, his expression was much better than before.

After tentatively trying several tricks, he has discovered that the white-robed son and Murong Bo are not the same. At least they both have other thoughts in their arms. Although Murong Bo's tricks are ruthless, he wants to take his own life, but the tricks are There is always room for one or two points in between, and the eyes flutter occasionally, but there is room for energy to beware of the young man.

And the young man was even more obvious, unless he wanted to run, he would never make a heavy hand, and occasionally hit himself once or twice. It only used less than 50% of the skill, and it didn't hurt or itchy to hit the body.

Seeing that they look close together, but they attacked him again. Xiao Yuanshan just laughed wildly and said: "Old Piff Murong, you mean villain, the helper you got is not a good thing, it really is a nest of snakes and rats!"

It's a pity that Murong Bo and Mo Wen are both deep in the city. Listening to Xiao Yuanshan's words, they just don't know. They continue to maintain the previous offensive, consuming Xiao Yuanshan's internal strength little by little. If this continues, Xiao Yuanshan will be exhausted by the two without thirty moves. At that time, it will be arrogant.

Seeing that his provocative remarks had no effect, Xiao Yuanshan frowned. It seemed that the two of them were determined to put themselves to death, but they stretched out immediately. Smiled grimly. I saw his eyes fixed on Murong Bo, and he thought to himself that he would not be able to live today anyway, and he would hold back the enemy who had harmed his life before he died.

Immediately slammed two palms, and slapped Mo Wen with all his strength.

Mo Wen also didn't expect Xiao Yuanshan to go crazy suddenly, and was shocked two steps back off guard, but he immediately reacted, pretending to adjust his breath. There was a slight smile on his face.

Sure enough, after Mo Wen was shaken back, Xiao Yuanshan suddenly turned around. Regardless of whether Murong Bo was about to knock down the palms on his chest, he lifted a palm and slashed it.

With only a few crisp sounds, Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo both backed up a few steps, vomiting blood in the mouth of Xiao Yuan, his breast bones had been broken, and Murong Bo was uncomfortable, his face was pale, a trace of blood spilled from the corners of his mouth, and his ribs were also broken. A few, but the situation is better than Xiao Yuanshan in the end.

Although he was severely injured by Murong Bo, Xiao Yuanshan was more willing to fight and did not treat his own injuries.

"Old Piff, you die for me!"

The palm of the row of mountains suddenly volleyed towards Murong Bo.

Murong Bo secretly said that it was not good. This Xiao Yuanshan was already desperate. The last palm contained his lifelong skill. It was absolutely terrifying. If he allowed him to never want to force it, it is a pity that Xiao Yuanshan’s martial arts skills are high and he has a deep understanding of him. The hands and feet have locked all his retreats. If he doesn't take his palm, he will definitely be slapped to death by his palm. At the moment, he can only helplessly transport his whole body skills to greet him.

The four palms faced each other, only hearing the muffled thunder explosion, the surrounding vegetation was suppressed by the wind of the two clashing.

The two figures suddenly separated.

Murong Bo immediately spouted a mouthful of blood, tilted his head back, and went back a few steps in a row, but Xiao Yuanshan was even more unhelpful, and his whole body was shot out.

Feeling the severe pain of the internal organs, Murong Bo frowned. His injury was much heavier than previously imagined. Xiao Yuanshan's power to fight his life was really good, but overall it was still within the acceptable range, even if it was. Mo Wen turned his face at this moment, and he was somewhat sure to escape.

Seeing the figure that suddenly appeared behind Xiao Yuanshan, a smile appeared on his face. Although the injuries on his body were not minor, he still earned the life of a master no less than his own. Since then, Murong's family has lost a big one. enemy.

But the next moment this smile stiffened on his face, and Xiao Yuanshan’s chest burst open in mid-air, and an invisible sword aura blasted over with blood. Murong Bo was caught off guard and was penetrated all of a sudden. On his left leg, a blood hole the size of **** appeared on his leg.

"Six-Medim Excalibur!"

Murong Bo was immediately shocked and angry. This little **** hid it deep enough. He had this unique knowledge but kept it for now. Taking advantage of his unprepared mind, he used a ruthless hand and scrapped one of his thighs.

But his face changed again, and he pointed to Mo Wen tremblingly.

"You killed the son of Dali!"

"good!"

Mo Wen fell lightly in mid-air. Next to him was the corpse of Xiao Yuanshan, and a bowl-sized wound on his left chest was bleeding with gurgling blood.

But just in case, Mo Wen stepped on Xiao Yuanshan's neck with a slight force, crushed his entire neck bone, and then turned his head to look at Murong Bo.

Murong Bo made a few taps on his leg to stop the wound. At this time, watching Mo Wen's behavior quietly, his heart sank to the bottom. This kid was so cruel, his mind was so delicate, and he planned a step. To buckle this link, he first killed the son of Dali, forced the Murong family to take out his unique knowledge, then exposed Xiao Yuanshan’s identity, forced himself to fight the opponent, and finally shot himself, no matter what reason he wanted to. Killing Xiao Yuanshan, at least from now on, he doesn't have to worry about Murong's revenge because of the family inheritance of martial arts. It's really a tricky person.

Now that one of his legs is dead, he can't use his light work, and facing the person, the chance of running away is no longer great.

But after all these years of fighting in the rivers and lakes, he was still calm, and while secretly adjusting his internal breath, he said: "Mr. Mo, what is this? You killed the son of Dali. Is it true? I should give the old man an explanation, and I just suddenly shot the old man, is it because I want to be an enemy of Murong's family?"

He understands that any excuses are useless at this time, and will only attract a thunderous blow from the opponent. Instead, he pretends to be a bit more pretentious, and may be able to bluff the opponent a bit, let him cast a rat-avoidance weapon, and win some more opportunities.

Mo Wen sneered, "Explain? Take your body back to Yanziwu, and then tell your precious son that you died under Xiao Yuanshan's dying counterattack. What do you think of this confession?"

Murong Bo sneered, "Do you think that my Murong family is an idiot, and that the wounds of the Six-Medition Excalibur can be caused by any martial arts? If you want to imitate Xiao Yuanshan, you should go to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion for ten or twenty years. talk later!"

Mo Wen shook his head, and then suddenly hit him with a palm.

"Old Piff, UU reading www.uukanshu.com, die for me!"

"You don't have enough to watch this little trick of delaying time!"

Looking at the palm of his face straight to the door, Murong Bo's expression changed, and the internal force remaining in his body was blocked by force.

The two held a pair of palms, and Mo Wen took a step back, while Murong Bo stood firm and laughed when he saw it, "Boy, you don't want to kill the old man enough!"

Then the conversation changed again, "However, the enemy should be settled and not be settled. My Murong family has to rely on the help of your Xiaoyao sent troops. As long as you are willing to spend more gold million, today's affairs can be wiped out. You kill the son of Dali. My Murong family can no longer pursue the matter, otherwise, don't blame the old man for being rude. Although you have suffered some injuries, it is more than enough to kill you a little boy under twenty!"

Mo Wen did not speak, but stared at Murong Bo with an idiotic look. After a while, Murong Bo recovered and exclaimed in anger, "Boy, how come you are like a Shaolin Temple! To be continued.)

ps: Thanks to sky￡Xiaoyao, Hengshun's monthly ticket, Jingxiyun's reward and Leimer's evaluation ticket.