Over a cup of tea, Xie Xun was rescued and woke up.
A violent cough, as if the lungs are being coughed out.
Zhang Wuji asked anxiously: "Father, I am Wuji, how are you?"
"Wuji kid, is it really you?"
Xie Xun stretched out his hand and grabbed it towards the place where the sound came from.
"Yes, foster father, I am."
Zhang Wuji held Xie Xun's hand and couldn't stop crying.
The poison in Xie Xun's body has reached the point where there is no way to save him.
No matter how much he uses Jiuyang Qi, he can't save his life.
"Silly boy, everyone has to die, so why be sad. I just regret that I didn't kill the big enemy Chen Kun myself, and I don't know which hero acted on behalf of God and killed this big evil man."
Xie Xun touched Zhang Wuji's face bit by bit, trying to impress his appearance deeply into his mind.
"Uncle Xie, Chen Kun was killed by my nephew himself."
Lu Qingyun said loudly towards the Golden Retriever Lion King.
"Who are you?"
"Father, his name is Lu Qingyun. He is the direct disciple of Master Wudang Yu and is also Wuji's junior brother."
"It turns out he's one of our own, that's the best. Thank you Xie Xun, nephew Qingyun, for avenging me!"
Xie Xun reached out and clasped his fists with difficulty.
"I don't dare to thank my uncle."
Lu Qingyun saluted quickly.
"Wuji, my adoptive father is a sinner. Now his deadline is approaching. I want to tell you something."
"Father, please tell me."
Xie Xun originally wanted to tell Zhang Wuji that the Dragon Sword and the Heavenly Sword were not stolen by Zhao Min, but by Zhou Zhiruo.
He could see that Wuji was very much in love with Zhou Zhiruo, and if he told the truth, it would only cause more trouble.
After thinking about it, I decided not to say anything.
"Oh, forget it, it's not a big deal, so just don't talk about it."
After Xie Xun finished speaking, he started coughing violently again, and finally coughed up blood.
Zhang Wuji injected Nine Yang Qi into Xie Xun again, but it had no effect at all.
The poison in Xie Xun's body broke out, and soon he died of bleeding from seven holes.
"Get through trouble, get through trouble, you deserve to die!"
Zhang Wuji wiped away his tears, stood up with a distorted face, and made a sound that sounded like it came from hell.
"Master Xuanci, help!"
Du'e spit out a mouthful of blood and rolled and crawled to escape to Xuanci.
His internal organs had been injured by Zhang Wuji using the Seven Injury Fist.
"Xuanci? It turns out it's him. No wonder his skills are so profound!"
Lu Qingyun looked at the man who was beaten to death by him, and an evil smile appeared on his face.
At this time, Du E had no ability to resist Zhang Wuji and could only hide behind Xuan Ci.
"Amitabha, sin, sin. Master Zhang, the deceased has passed away, so why not stop for now."
Xuanci sighed and clasped his hands together.
"Xuanci, if you stop me again, I will kill you too!"
Zhang Wuji was so overwhelmed with anger that he didn't even think about whether he could beat Xuan Ci, who was much higher than him in cultivation.
The powerful Gang Qi gathered and formed, and a huge fist appeared in the air.
"Xuanci, will you get out of the way?!"
"Master Zhang, Du'e is a disciple of Shaolin. Shaolin will give you an explanation in the future."
Xuanci did not flinch and said calmly.
"Fart! Du'e must die!"
His grandfather, the White-browed Eagle King, and his adoptive father, the Golden-haired Lion King, died in Sandu's hands one after another. It was difficult for Zhang Wuji not to go crazy.
Seeing Xuanci say such words, he punched Xuanci one after another.
Seeing the huge fist condensed with Gang Qi coming towards him, Xuanci could only mobilize all his inner strength and use the Great Vajra Palm to fight.
In mid-air, huge palms collided with fists.
Zhang Wuji was thrown away, flipped several somersaults in the air, and landed on the ground.
Fortunately, Xuanci had no murderous intentions, otherwise he would never have been knocked away so easily without any serious injuries.
"Senior Brother Wuji, you are no match for Xuanci."
Lu Qingyun dissuaded Zhang Wuji, who still wanted to take action, shook his robe and walked up to Xuanci.
"Brother, if you come out now, aren't you afraid that my brother Xiao Feng will come to find you?"
Xuanci was shocked. He didn't expect Lu Qingyun to know so clearly what happened more than thirty years ago.
How many innocent people were killed one after another in order to keep this secret, but unexpectedly it was still not kept.
"Amitabha, if there is a cause, there will be an effect. Xiao Shi is mainly here, so I will naturally give an explanation."
"Then how do you want to explain?"
A gray figure flew up to the top of the mountain and stood opposite Xuanci.
"Who are you?"
Xuanci was surprised again.
With his half-step cultivation as a great master, he didn't notice anyone coming.
It seemed that the man was tall and had a gray scarf covering his face. I couldn't remember who he was for the moment.
"Yo ho."
A smile appeared on Lu Qingyun's face, everything that should come has come.
No, Murong Bo hasn't arrived yet.
"Old guy, stop hiding. You and I have fought several times. I knew you were coming just by the smell of your body."
The masked man in gray clothes looked toward the corner of the mountain.
"Old guy, you have been against me everywhere for thirty years. How have I offended you?"
Also wearing gray robes and a gray scarf covering his face, a figure flew up from the bottom of the mountain.
"Murong Bo, there's no need to pretend, I knew it was you as early as the Tianshan Lingjiu Palace."
Lu Qingyun said loudly.
"Haha, I'm sorry, I beat you to death right then and there, little beast, so that my son Murong Fu wouldn't have turned into the crazy and stupid person he is now. You must die today!"
With a smile on his face, Lu Qingyun wiped away the dust on his chest, "I have shown mercy, otherwise the grass on the grave of your good-for-nothing son would have grown very high."
"It's not easy to take revenge," Lu Qingyun raised his fist, "I'm right here, if you defeat me, my life will be yours!"
Murong Bofei lifted up the gray scarf covering his face in mid-air, his eyes shot out with hatred, and with a flick of his right hand's fingers, a strong energy shot towards Lu Qing.
Lu Qingyun snorted coldly, and then shot out a Yang Finger.
"Thousand-leaf finger! Dali Yiyang finger!"
Xuanji was shocked, and then walked out of the group of Shaolin stick monks and came to Xuanci.
The two energies collided, causing a loud noise.
"It's rude to come and not reciprocate!"
Lu Qingyun flicked his fingers and shot out seven or eight bursts of energy.
"What a magical power!"
Murong Bo squeezed his right hand and the pine needles scattered on the ground were sucked into the palm of his hand and swung out.
Bang, bang, bang,. . . .
The explosions of continuous collisions stunned everyone present.
Xuanji exclaimed: "Mo Ke pointed out that this is the 'three hells'! Senior brother, how come Murong Bo has so many unique skills!"
Xuanci shook his head, he was also surprised that Murong Bo knew so many Lin's stunts.
A smile suddenly appeared on Murong Bo's face, and his right thumb and index finger gently touched each other, as if holding a flower.
The fingers are extremely gentle, and every time the left hand pops up, it is as if it is trying to flick the dew off the flowers, but it is afraid of shaking off the petals.
"Nianhua Finger Kung Fu!"
Xuanji was unable to complain and sighed heavily.
A sneer appeared on Lu Qingyun's lips, and he took action with the Six Meridians Divine Sword, and the West Dao Sword Qi pushed towards Murong Bo with a whistling sound.
