Starting from Tianlong, Wudu Tianxia

Without a sound or a sound.

Suddenly, the bamboo leaf she was holding between her two fingers shot out from her fingertips.

Murong Bo narrowed his eyes, Hong Zhaoren felt a chill run down his spine, and "Brother Ren," who was charging towards Gao Yuan with his sword drawn, felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave!

He rushed halfway, his movements uninterrupted, and glancing sideways, he naturally saw the person fluttering on the bamboo tips.

I couldn't help but think: Dewdrops cling to bamboo tips, reflecting the frost's brilliance; her ethereal beauty fears no obscuring from the dust of the world.

But when he saw her picking flowers and flying leaves towards him, all he could see was panic and fear in his eyes.

Bamboo leaves fluttered everywhere, making it impossible to distinguish which leaf contained murderous intent. The fleeting yet chilling killing intent seemed to be in the wind yet solidified, impenetrable.

A master! An absolute master!

He is a top-tier master on the same level as Mr. He, or even above him!

"who!"

Hong Zhaoren stared at the bamboo tips in shock.

The person who just stood on the green leaves...

Disappeared!

In the darkness, a figure descended from the sky, their eyes meeting.

His body was as light as a swan, and his speed as fast as lightning!

But they went straight for Murong Bo.

Murong Bo's pupils shrank sharply, and the soil beneath his feet was crushed by his surging internal energy, sinking an inch into it.

"Bang!"

When their palms touched, the shockwave sent bamboo leaves flying all over the forest.

The first move was a contest of internal strength and composure. Murong Bo was shaken by the opponent's immense internal strength, causing his aura to become unstable and his heart to pound with fear.

In his second move, Murong Bo extended his finger, aiming at a vital point under the attacker's ribs, but the attacker drifted away like a butterfly.

The two men's moves were incredibly skillful, which greatly surprised Gao Yuan and Hong Zhaoren, who felt that something was strange and inexplicable.

The unexpected and unpredictable moves were completely ineffective against the two of them.

In a fleeting moment, the two figures flickered and intertwined.

Between seven or eight moves, it was so dazzling that one couldn't even see the movements clearly.

The force of the palm strikes and finger strikes broke the bamboo joints, sending bamboo leaves flying everywhere.

On the tenth move, just as Murong Bo was about to change his move, a sharp pain suddenly shot through his chest.

It can't be contained anymore!

He was now fully focused, his internal energy unreserved, and the effects of the Heartbreak Powder began to take hold on a large scale.

The internal energy stagnated, and the palm strike immediately weakened by three points.

The man under the bamboo was incredibly perceptive; his moves were varied and aimed directly at Murong Bo's vital energy point.

Murong Bo felt a chill run down his spine, knowing that he absolutely could not take this attack head-on.

He abruptly withdrew his palms, placing his left palm above his dantian with the palm facing down, and his right palm below his navel with the palm facing up, the two palms about a foot apart.

As soon as he concentrated his energy, a halo of energy emanated between his two palms; this was the divine skill passed down in the Murong family.

Time flies!

The newcomer extended his palm, and the moment his inner energy touched the space between his two palms, it began to swirl like water encountering a whirlpool.

The redirected palm force did not dissipate; instead, it rebounded back along the trajectory of Murong Bo's movements.

With a single gesture and a turn, he skillfully borrowed and encouraged the enemy's spirit, achieving a level of exquisite artistry.

"what?"

A hint of surprise flashed in the newcomer's eyes.

She dared not take the blow head-on, which contained the opponent's powerful internal energy and was also combined with her own internal energy, and withdrew as easily as a drifting catkin.

In the process of shifting their energy and changing their stance, they lost their target, and the combined attack of their internal forces struck the bamboo joint.

"Bang bang bang bang bang!~~"

"Snap!"

This move missed its target, piercing through more than twenty green bamboos before dissipating its force. Countless green bamboos broke and fell, their leaves scattering and obscuring the sky.

No, I have to run!

The newcomer's skill level was far superior to his, and the poison was beginning to take effect. If this continued, he might very well die here!

After weighing his options, Murong Bo didn't hesitate. He used his feet to touch the broken bamboo and flew out of the forest with a few somersaults.

The newcomer nimbly spun in the air and followed Murong Bo in pursuit.

The two were so skilled in light footwork that they disappeared into the end of the bamboo forest in no time.

Gao Yuan was stunned for a moment.

Let's look at "Brother Ren" again.

He stood beneath the bamboo, like a sculpture, still maintaining his posture with a sword drawn.

If someone were to get closer and examine him closely, they would see a tiny, emerald-green tip peeking out from his hair at the Baihui acupoint.

Baihui acupoint is the intersection of the "three yang and five meeting points" in the human body.

Let alone this leaf being deeply embedded in Baihui, even if it were only an inch deep, it could be fatal. It is clear that Brother Ren is already beyond dead!

suddenly.

Gao Yuan composed himself and realized that he was still being locked onto by a wisp of energy. He couldn't help but look towards the bamboo forest and riverbank.

"Brother Gao, no wonder you refused to leave with us; it turns out you have a master to help you."

Gao Yuan turned and walked toward Hong Zhaoren.

At this moment, Hong Zhaoren drew his soft sword and made a gesture of invitation.

"Knowing that a master was helping him, even Elder Murong had to run away. Instead of taking this opportunity to leave, the Hong Sect Leader continued to harass my subordinate. I truly admire him!"

Gao Yuan casually struck up a conversation, and to his surprise, Hong Zhaoren actually responded:

"Brother, you've known Master Murong for a long time. His martial arts skills are unparalleled in the martial world, and there are very few who can rival him. Even if you can't defeat him, you can still hold him off for a while."

"In a one-on-one situation, is the Hongmen leader really confident he can kill his underling?"

A smile appeared on Hong Zhaoren's rugged face: "Young Master Gao seems to look down on his older brother."

"Actually, last time in Jingzhao Prefecture, you lied to me, brother."

Gao Yuan raised an eyebrow: "Hmm? What makes you say that, Master Hong?"

"Indeed, few in the martial arts world know that you are skilled with a fast sword, but your sword technique is not some bullshit 'Whirlwind Swift Sword,' but rather..."

His demeanor changed: "It is the Zoroastrianism, the Kunlun Sword Manual recorded in the Kuihuo Treasure Strategy."

"So the Hongmen leader not only has ties to Mr. Murong, but is also a member of the Zoroastrianism. I'm truly impressed!"

At this moment, the two were only two zhang apart. Gao Yuan stopped and chuckled.

"But... you're not worried about me leaking this secret? You should know that Chief Hong already held a grudge against you for exposing Mr. Murong's identity before."

"It's alright."

Hong Zhaoren glanced at the long strip of oilcloth that Gao Yuan was holding:

"If Brother Gao can pledge allegiance to Mr. Murong and the Holy Sect, then we are family. Family doesn't need to speak like outsiders."

"If you remain stubborn and refuse to listen to your elder brother, you'll end up like a dead man. Even a dead man can keep a secret."

Having finally encountered a big mouth like Hung Chao-jen, Kao Yuan is ready to wait for him to reveal more.

"As long as you remain loyal to the Master and the Holy Church, your future is limitless."

What does this mean?

Hong Zhaoren said:

"Mr. Murong's insights into martial arts are beyond question, and the Sunflower Fire Treasure Strategy and the Sacred Flame Token are the highest martial arts classics of the Holy Sect. As long as you are willing to submit, with my talent and ability, why should I worry about not being able to learn them?"

"Given time, it wouldn't be impossible for him to even assume the position of the Holy Flame Envoy!"

Upon hearing this, Gao Yuan pondered. The Sacred Flame Token was lost when the Ming Cult in the Central Plains was passed down to the thirty-first leader. It was not until the time of The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber that it was eventually returned to the Persian headquarters.

At this time, the Zoroastrianism in China had not yet changed its name to the Ming Cult, indicating that their sacred fire edict had not been lost.

However, the Sacred Flame made him know exactly what the Sunflower Fire Treasure Strategy was.

After hearing the gossip, Gao Yuan suddenly looked at Hong Zhaoren with a complicated expression: "I wonder if your sect has a martial art called the Great Shift of Heaven and Earth?"

Hong Zhaoren was taken aback.

"I have never heard of this martial art in the Holy Sect."

"Judging from the name, it's similar to the Murong family's unique skill, 'Shifting Stars and Changing Positions.' Could it also be a method of controlling and deflecting internal energy?"

"Huh, no? Perhaps I misheard."

Now, Murong Laobangzi and the Zoroastrianism have come together.

Gao Yuan estimates that the "Great Shift of Heaven and Earth" in The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber is inextricably linked to the "Star Shift" of the Murong family.

Seeing that he was about to ask another question, Hong Zhaoren said impatiently:

"Brother Gao, don't delay any longer. Since she chased after Old Master Murong, she probably won't be coming back to save you right away."

"Give me an answer: are you going to be a dead man, or will you join me on this journey?"

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