The Song Dynasty was the king for thirteen years before he knew that he was Tianlong.

Chapter 234 Senior, Please Stay
The Great Zhoutian Star Divine Fist, the Milky Way turns into arms, the stars are like fists, shining brightly, and shining brightly.

At this moment, Murong Longcheng's punch was like a meteor, burning with the power of the stars, and hit Liu Yong.

The meteor chases the moon, as fast as fire, there is no escape.

Liu Yong's expression was stern and solemn. In the blink of an eye, he slashed out countless times with the snow-white sword in his hand: five swords, ten swords, fifty swords, a hundred swords!

The sword nets all over the sky are like entangled threads of love. Every sword contains emotions, which are lingering and make people feel agitated and want to stop.

"Standing on the dangerous building with the gentle breeze, I look at the spring sorrow that darkens the sky. In the fading light of the grass and smoke, who will listen to my thoughts by the railing without words?"

Liu Yong began to chant, every line of the lyrics was a sword move, every sword move was a thread of love, and the threads of love wove a love net.

"I wanted to get drunk and sing songs, but forced happiness is tasteless. My clothes are getting looser and looser, but I will never regret it. I am exhausted for her."

At this time, he performed Yu Lin Ling, Die Lian Hua, Wang Hai Chao and Ba Sheng Ganzhou successively, using lyrics as sword and emotion as intention. The sword intention enveloped the sky in front of him, making people's hearts unconsciously moved.

He wrote lyrics under the emperor's order and spent half his life wandering around palaces and brothels. People only know that he created many new ci styles and composed many poems that will be passed down through the ages. He is an undisputed master of this art.

But I don’t know whether every word and sentence of the ci tunes he created were combined with swordsmanship by him, and I don’t know whether the sword came first and then the ci, or the ci came first and then the sword.

At this time, a sword net woven with emotions was stacked in front of him, intending to block Murong Longcheng's Great Zhoutian Star Fighting God Fist and devour and strangle Murong Longcheng's body.

Murong Longcheng suddenly felt his mind wandering, as if he had returned to the March day in the south of the Yangtze River more than a hundred years ago when the grass was lush and the warblers were singing.

He had sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes, ape-like arms and slim waist, carried a Dragon City flying sword on his back, and walked into the residence of Southern Tang Situ Zhouzong in ink-black clothes.

It was a bright spring time, with flowers blooming and fragrant. The girl smiled sweetly with her beautiful eyes. One smile could conquer the city, and another could conquer the country.

"Master Murong, why did you name it Dragon City? This name sounds so weird."

"My Murong family tradition originated in Longcheng, Liaoxi. In order to remember our ancestral land, I changed the name of Murong Yanlong to Longcheng. I'm sorry to make you laugh, Miss Ehuang."

"Young Master, you have not forgotten your ancestors' legacy and have the world in your heart. How can I laugh at you? I admire you in my heart."

"Young Master, you just returned from Qing Tang. Where are you going this time?"

"Go to Kaifeng, go to Bianzhou, and meet a clan member."

"Sir, are you going to do something important? How long will it take for you to return?"

"I'll be back soon."

"I hope you will succeed soon and come back to Jinling soon..."

At this moment, Murong Longcheng felt as if his heart was pierced by needles and his heart was in pain. The shadow of the girl in front of him could not be shaken off, engraved in his heart and soul, and it was a mark that could not be erased in this lifetime.

No matter how beautiful the spring breeze is, it can't compare to your smile. People who have never seen you will never understand. The thousands of miles are as vast as a dream, and your eyes are as bright as stars. Once you leave the purple palace and connect to the desert, only the green tomb is left facing the sunset. What if you don't come back?
"No matter how many times the thread of love is cut, it is still difficult to break. After a hundred twists and turns, the red dust will always entangle it." Liu Yong opened his mouth and chanted softly. The sword net of love became denser, as if covering Murong Longcheng completely.

What if I don’t come back? “Then I won’t come back!” Murong Longcheng let out a long and sorrowful cry, and the gemstone on his fist shone brightly, like a dazzling star, dazzling and dazzling.

This punch instantly broke through layers of sword nets, shaking and dispersing the countless sword emotions. Only one punch was blindingly bright, like a huge white meteor, and it was already close.

Liu Yong's expression changed, and he retreated violently. His clothes on his chest smelled like burning. He shouted, "You two, why don't you take action?"

The opponent's martial arts skills were really beyond my expectations. Such masters were rare in the world. I was afraid that it would be impossible to stop him from robbing people.

At this moment, suddenly a fist light came from the side, and the light and shadow flickered, as if the four seasons of spring, summer, autumn and winter were rotating, with spring being gentle, summer being hot, autumn being cool, and winter being cold. A figure in brocade robe suddenly appeared and punched Murong Longcheng.

In another direction, an iron spear shot out from the air. The spear body was rusty and dull, and the spear tip was black and red like long-condensed blood. It carried an incomparable murderous intent and also headed towards Murong Longcheng.

"The Four Seasons Divine Fist of Bai Ma Gao Siji, the Rage Breaking Sky of Iron Spear Wang Yanzhang, well, well, all of you descendants of the bandits of the troubled times deserve to die, all of you deserve to die!"

Murong Longcheng used the Great Zhoutian Star Fighting Divine Fist in one hand and the Great Zhoutian Fighting Stars in the other hand. There was a continuous roaring sound, as if the sky and the earth were about to collapse, and strong winds swept in, with violent storms rising.

At this time, the outside of the Ministry of Justice prison was surrounded by layers of soldiers, and the number was increasing. The head of the infantry division who was on night patrol reported the news to the battalion commander, the battalion commander reported to the commander-in-chief, the commander-in-chief reported to the chief military officer, and the chief military officer directly reported to the deputy chief military officer who was on duty in the division.

In addition, the news was also passed down from the Ministry of Justice to the Secretariat, the Imperial City, the Palace Guards, and directly to the palace.

Zhao Ti was just about to take a rest when he received an urgent report from the deputy commander on duty of the Imperial Guard. When he opened it, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

A martial arts master went to the Ministry of Justice prison at night to kidnap someone, and rescued Murong Fu. He was fighting fiercely on the prison roof. His martial arts skills... are unfathomable?
Who would come to Tokyo to rescue Murong Fu? Maybe Murong Longcheng came to find him!
When he thought of Murong Longcheng, he couldn't help but narrow his eyes. He wondered if this senior was surprised when he saw Murong Fu in prison?

He couldn't help but smile, he still had to go and take a look. It would be inappropriate not to show up both for public and private reasons. He didn't know if this senior would be furious when he saw him.

Zhao Ti pondered for a few moments and walked out of the study. At this time, Bai Zhan flashed out from behind a pillar and said, "Your Majesty..."

Zhao Ti glanced at him and said, "The guy from Jiangnan Canhezhuang is here. He's fighting in the Ministry of Justice's jail. Let's go over and take a look."

Bai Zhan grinned when he heard this. He was also present at the events at Chanhe Manor and Mantuo Manor. He couldn't help but scratch his head and said, "Yes, Your Majesty."

At this time, the battle in the prison of the Ministry of Justice became more intense. Murong Longcheng was fighting one against three, but he was not at a disadvantage. If he had not to consider Murong Fu's safety, he could have relied on his martial arts to leave and not be trapped here.

But now that we have rescued him, we cannot just abandon him now. We should take him away if we can.

As for the officers and soldiers who were besieging him below, he did not pay too much attention to them. It was not daytime nor was it a plain area. These soldiers could not surround him. Even if they used crossbows, the area was not narrow and his martial arts could completely resist and avoid them.

I can't defeat ten thousand enemies, but leaving is not a big problem.

He took advantage of an opening and suddenly slapped Murong Fu continuously. The strong internal force surged in and unblocked his meridians and acupoints.

Seeing this, Liu Yong suddenly leaned forward slightly, let out an earth-shaking roar, and rushed straight towards Murong Fu.

This sound was like thunder in a dry land, with violent impact of energy, and the sound could be heard from far away.
"The Hedong Liu family's Lion's Roar Skill?" Murong Longcheng shouted, waving his sleeve and slapping Liu Yong with one palm. With his other hand, he quickly closed three acupoints of Murong Fu, then grabbed him by the collar, soared into the sky, and punched him in the air with nine palms and eighteen punches, then flew away towards the south.

At this time, the soldiers below shot arrows like rain and lightning. Murong Longcheng waved his sleeves, and the protective star energy shattered. In a flash, no arrows hit him.

Liu Yong roared again at this moment, and Murong Longcheng roared loudly to resist the attack and continued to move forward. Liu Yong quickly looked at the other two old men, both of them were pale and a little weak, but they all nodded. The three of them slid down and chased after them like light smoke.

At this time, in a house not far away, Chen Jichang, the attendant of Xianmo Pavilion, woke up from his dream. He opened his eyes and saw his wife Liu Yue'e sitting upright on the couch next to him, looking out the window with a surprised expression.

He reached out and touched his gray beard, saying, "Madam, what are you doing instead of sleeping? You scared me."

Liu Yue'e frowned and said, "I heard that someone from the Hedong Liu clan used the Lion's Roar skill to fight the enemy. The skill is very advanced and cannot be compared with ordinary clan members. I wonder which elder in the family has come out?"

Chen Jichang's face changed slightly, and he stammered, "Hedong Lion's Roar? Is anyone using your Hedong Liu family's Lion's Roar..."

Liu Yue'e said, "I'm going to go take a look. If he is really a member of the tribe, I'll see if I can help."

Chen Jichang said in panic, "Madam, you'd better not go. You said he was your senior. What good would it do you? Your martial arts skills are probably only effective against me. How can you be a match for an outsider? You might even hinder your senior from taking care of you."

Liu Yue'e glanced at him, thought for a few breaths and sighed: "My husband is right..."

In the imperial city, on the Xuande Tower, a hunched and hunchbacked figure was standing.

The figure held a wooden fork in one hand and a bamboo stalk in the other. He was sweating and panting, and seemed exhausted from climbing the building.

He was dressed in eunuch's uniform, had gray eyebrows, an old face, and wrinkles on his face that looked like walnuts. He was the eunuch of the Qiji Courtyard in the palace, a eunuch named Guo.

He looked towards the Ministry of Justice, frowned, shook his head and sighed, "Haven't you caught him yet? Each generation is worse than the previous one. It's a pity that I, an old man, cannot leave the palace."

After looking for a while, he opened his mouth to reveal a row of snow-white teeth. The upper and lower teeth were calloused into one piece, complete and integrated, with no difference in number, just like two rows of bone plates.

He laughed at himself: "It's better not to go out. It's more comfortable to stay in the palace. I'd rather die here..."

Zhao Xu sat in the Funing Palace and threw the secret report from the Ministry of Justice onto the table. His face showed several completely different temperaments that changed at the same time, making him look quite strange.

A middle-aged eunuch beside him said cautiously: "Your Majesty, how about I go over there?"

Zhao Xu glanced at him, and the eunuch's face changed. He knelt down on the ground and said, "Your Majesty, I know I was wrong. I shouldn't have said such words. Please forgive me, Your Majesty."

Zhao Xu shook his head: "Tan Zhen, you know, I also want to go there, but unfortunately I can't..."

The night is dark and clouds hide the crescent moon.

At this time, Zhao Ti's figure was as fast as light and smoke, and he had already left Bai Zhan far behind.

Just now he heard the sound of the Lion's Roar and followed it, and found that it was heading towards the south city.

Is he going to run away? He thought to himself that the tone of the Lion's Roar was not Murong Longcheng's, and it was obvious that there was a master fighting with him.

Zhao Ti continued to speed up. If he was going to the South City, then Murong Longcheng must want to escape from the South City. The other party's movements were not slow and it would be difficult to catch up with him. It would be best to intercept him in advance.

He immediately changed direction slightly and headed due south.

Murong Longcheng had already run to the inner city by then, so the soldiers naturally could not catch up with him. Only the three masters kept chasing him.

However, he had already figured out the strength of the three men, so it was impossible for him to stay. However, he had Murong Fu in his hand, so he was afraid of the consequences and could not start a war.

At this time, he flew towards the top of the inner city. The soldiers guarding the corridor under the city could not stop him at all. After dodging a few times, he went up to the top of the inner city.

There were many soldiers on the city wall, all holding swords and spears, and arrows were shot at them. Murong Longcheng dodged and blocked them, his figure like a big bird. In a moment, he arrived at the battlement. Liu Yong and the other two had already caught up with him, and they immediately fought again.

However, more than ten breaths later, Murong Longcheng used his palm to release the violent internal force like the roar of mountains and seas, and a hurricane blew up, and he took advantage of the momentum to jump directly off the top of the city.

The inner city wall of Tokyo was not as tall as the outer city. He did not stop at all after landing on the ground, and continued to move forward. At this time, he asked Murong Fu, who was in his hand, "How do you feel?" Murong Fu felt much more energetic after the internal force he had injected into him. At this moment, he said, "Senior, I feel that my meridians and acupuncture points have been unblocked. That is, the lost internal force has not been restored at all."

Murong Longcheng snorted and said nothing. Murong Fu felt like he was running at lightning speed, and there was a whirring sound in his ears. He said tremblingly, "Senior, please save my life. I don't know your name yet."

Murong Kongcheng said calmly: "I am Murong Longcheng, do you know?"

"Ah?" Murong Fu was shocked when he heard this, his body trembling a little: "Murong... I know this name, it is the name of an ancestor of my Murong family. That ancestor was extremely talented and amazing. At that time, his martial arts were invincible in the world, but, but he passed away more than a hundred years ago?"

Murong Longcheng didn't say anything, his face was as gloomy as water, and he was in a very bad mood. If he knew that Murong Fu in prison was not the one from Chanhe Village, he might not come to rescue him.

Even if this branch of the Murong family was gone, there were still other branches of the Murong family, and they could not be cut off. He thought that since he had passed down the Great Zhoutian Dou Zhuan Xing Yi, it would at least be considered as his legacy, so he took action. But who knew that the two were not the same person.

When he thought of that young man, he couldn't help but get angry again. He had such good means, strategies, martial arts, and was so calm. Why didn't his Murong family produce such a person, but only a bunch of ignorant trash?
Seeing that he was silent, Murong Fu continued in a low voice: "Could it be that the senior is really the ancestor of my Murong family's Longcheng? But didn't the ancestor die more than a hundred years ago? How can he still..."

"I just faked my death to practice advanced Kung Fu, which you cannot understand." Murong Longcheng said calmly.

"Ancestor, it is really the ancestor!" Murong Fu was overjoyed at this time. Murong Longcheng was a martial arts genius that appeared once in a thousand years in his Murong family. It was said that not only did he create such a martial arts feat as Dou Zhuan Xing Yi, but also the unique skill of Canhe Finger was created by this ancestor. At that time, he was invincible in the world and had no rivals in the martial arts world.

Moreover, this ancestor had great ambitions. He always kept in mind the teachings of his ancestors during his lifetime and wanted to restore the Great Yan. He secretly accumulated strength and was very strategic. It was also this ancestor who set up the Shishui Pavilion to collect martial arts secrets from all over the world in preparation for the great cause of restoring the country.

"Ancestor, since you faked your death and came back to life, there is hope for my Murong family to restore our country!" Murong Fu said happily.

He thought to himself that with the ancestor around, the restoration of Great Yan would surely be successful. By then, the ancestor would be the emperor, and his father would be dead, so he would definitely be the crown prince. No, no, no, maybe the ancestor didn't want to be emperor, and it was not easy to say if he would just ask himself to be the emperor.

"Shut up!" Murong Longcheng said coldly, "If you say another word, I will abandon you to the Song army for disposal."

Murong Fu was so frightened when he heard this that he screamed "Ah" and immediately dared not speak again. He didn't know which of his words had angered the other party.

Murong Longcheng's Qinggong skills were very fast, and before long, he could see the southern wall of Tokyo's outer city in the distance.

The walls here are not larger than the inner city walls, but are extremely tall and wide. In addition to the military path and steps in front, there is also a horse path where horses can run and walk on the walls.

Murong Longcheng did not stop at all and went straight to the top of the city. Even though arrows and crossbows were fired here, he was a master of martial arts and did not want to focus on killing people at the moment. Instead, he wanted to escape from Tokyo. Soon he was on the top of the city.

I saw that the city had already been set up like a fortress with shields erected. There were countless imperial guards hidden in the back. Arrows were shot both directly and indirectly, as densely as raindrops.

Murong Longcheng couldn't help but show a cautious look on his face when he saw this. In this situation, he could only charge forward. Ordinary feather arrows were fine, but crossbow arrows were really annoying. There was nothing wrong with his own arrows, but Murong Fu was afraid of being scratched.

We have already brought him here, so it is difficult to let him go. We have to get him out of the city no matter what.

When Murong Longcheng thought of this, he suddenly exerted a little force on his hands and injected a stream of true energy into the opponent's body. Murong Fu trembled immediately.

"Be careful yourself too." Murong Longcheng said lightly.

Murong Fu was so overjoyed that he was already excited about the reopening of his meridians and acupoints. Now with the internal force injected by the other party, he was even more surprised.

He tried to urge it, and although it was not as good as when he had not lost his power, he felt more confident.

He replied "yes", and saw Murong Longcheng punching forward. The wind from his fist was as fast as a meteor, indestructible, and then his body rushed forward.

The arrow-shaped arrangement in front is like a military formation. Even if Xiaoyaozi rushes in, it will not save much effort. However, regardless of who is better between Murong Longcheng and Xiaoyaozi, there is one difference: he knows the extraordinary skill of Dou Zhuan Xing Yi.

At this moment, the sky was dark again. He used the Great Zhoutian Dou Zhuan Xing Yi, and the arrows were diverted and flew in all directions. Even the arrows shot from the sky fell elsewhere, and many even turned around and hit the shield piles.

In just a dozen or twenty breaths, Murong Longcheng arrived in front of the shield piles, and then used the Star Fighting Divine Fist to shatter the shield piles and send them flying. All the soldiers behind him fell to both sides. He flashed and was already at the city wall.

At this moment, a clear voice came from behind: "Senior, please stay!"

Then a strong wind like thunder rolled in from behind, with great force and very shocking.

When Murong Longcheng heard the voice, he felt all the blood rushing to his head. His face instantly turned red. He punched back and heard continuous explosions. Some military weapons and equipment nearby were all blown away by the strong wind.

He turned around suddenly and saw a person standing not far away, looking at him with a smile.

"You brat!" Murong Longcheng was trembling all over at this moment. He was angry. The person who came was none other than the young man who pretended to be Murong Fu in Chanhe Manor and cheated him of the Great Zhoutian Douzhuanxingyi technique.

Murong Fu was terrified at this time, hiding behind Murong Longcheng, and said: "Ancestor, it's him, he is the King of Yan of Song State, he pretended to be me in Leigushan, captured me and brought me to Tokyo, and forced me to learn the Dou Zhuan Xing Yi technique..."

"Okay, okay!" Murong Longcheng's silver hair danced in the wind, his beard fluttered, and he glanced at the city wall behind him: "You bastard, you have deceived me in every way and treated me like nothing. Today, I will get rid of you before I leave."

The person who came was Zhao Ti. He headed straight for South City without changing direction, and finally caught up with Murong Longcheng.

"Why do you have to do this, senior?" Zhao Ti smiled slightly. "I think you should not leave. My house has prepared a banquet. It would be great if you could go with me to drink and reminisce about the past."

Murong Longcheng refused to speak and just threw a punch. The sound of the fist was whistling and the stars in the sky, shining brightly, all flew towards Zhao Ti.

Zhao Ti moved and flashed away into the distance. His lightness skills were not comparable to those of Liu Yong and the other two. If the other two had to do anything, they would have had to half block and half resist, and it would have been almost impossible for them to directly avoid the inevitable punch.

Seeing this, Murong Kongcheng was surprised and asked, "Where did you get such agility?"

Zhao Ti smiled and said, "Senior, you underestimated me. If I didn't have martial arts knowledge, how could I have dared to hide it from you that day? But I had no choice. The scene when you broke out of the tomb was amazing. Who knows if you were a resurrected zombie, so I had to use a trick."

"You brat, you're making me so mad!" Murong Longcheng's expression kept changing, with the auras of life and death intertwined and flashing. Suddenly, he stepped in front of Zhao Ti and delivered another Great Zhoutian Star Fighting God Fist.

Zhao Ti dodged again. He was delaying time, waiting for the person who had fought with Murong Longcheng before to arrive. After all, Murong Longcheng's martial arts was too high, and it was difficult to judge whether he could defeat him. He did not want to fight him head-on unless it was absolutely necessary.

After two punches, Murong Longcheng had already seen through his plan. He could not help but mobilize his internal strength without holding back at all. The shadow of his fists covered all directions, and the energy seemed to form an empty prison, the Great Zhoutian Star Fighting God Prison. Even if the opponent dodged, he would have to take his move.

Seeing this, Zhao Ti couldn't help but raise his lips: "Senior, I invited you to my house for a drink, but you refused to drink and drank the penalty wine, then you can't blame me."

He moved his body, and the sound of dragon roar and elephant roar came out from his body. There was a continuous "boom" of thunder, and the eleventh level of Dragon Elephant Prajna Art was unleashed.

This martial art was only a concept and had never been used against anyone before. At this moment, the night sky became three points darker, and it actually collided directly with Murong Longcheng's internal force.

Murong Longcheng only felt his body tremble, his face changed color, and he actually retreated backwards, all the way to Murong Fu's side.

Zhao Ti also retreated a few steps, but then his expression brightened up, as he didn't expect that this punch would actually be evenly matched with the opponent. So there was no need to think any more, he moved forward in an instant and attacked with the eleventh level of the Dragon Elephant Prajna Technique.

Murong Fu trembled: "Ancestor..."

Murong Longcheng had a cold expression. He suddenly grabbed him and injected a stream of Qi into his body again, then threw him far out of the city: "Run for your life!"

Zhao Ti narrowed his eyes upon seeing this: "Senior, this is not good."

His fist was close to him, and Murong Longcheng met it with a loud "bang", and half of the wall collapsed.

Zhao Ti's punches were faster than each other, and he used the Dragon Elephant Prajna Sutra to challenge Murong Longcheng. Murong Longcheng was burning with anger, but he felt that the opponent's punches were extremely heavy, his internal strength was unpredictable, and his own Great Zhoutian Dou Zhuan Xing Yi could not move the opponent at all.

On the one hand, the opponent's internal energy was as pure as iron, and on the other hand, he also understood this technique and knew how to avoid it. He couldn't help but howl sadly to the sky: "You bully me, I will get rid of you today!"

At this time, Liu Yong and his two companions arrived at the city wall. Although Zhao Ti did not recognize them, they all knew his identity and said in unison: "King Yan, we are here to help you."

Zhao Ti raised his eyebrows and said, "Murong Fu has escaped, you should hurry up and chase him. I can still hold him back for a while."

The three of them frowned when they heard this, and Liu Yong said, "King Yan, you..."

Zhao Ti said: "Everyone, go quickly, there is no problem here for the time being."

The three of them looked at each other, and without hesitation, they jumped off the city wall together and disappeared into the darkness.

Murong Longcheng's face turned ashen upon seeing this scene. A hint of death suddenly appeared on his body, as if he had lost all life at this moment. His muscles and blood vessels began to shrink and dry up, and his skin stuck to his bones, just like when he had just come out of the coffin that day.

The breath from his mouth and nose seemed to carry a trace of black energy. He put his hands in a strange hand gesture and shouted, "The Southern Dipper controls life, the Northern Dipper controls death. Fist of the Northern Dipper, die die die die die die!"

He called out the word "death" seven times in a row, which seemed to correspond to the Big Dipper. At this moment, the air was filled with death, and his fists seemed to be clasping the stars as he walked towards Zhao Ti.

Zhao Ti narrowed his eyes slightly, and his aura became completely illusory. The black energy spread over but it seemed as if it did not encounter anything at all, and it actually passed through.

His feet seemed to be moving forward, yet seemed not to be moving. His whole body was vague and seemed to be there and not there. It looked extremely unreal, as if he was hidden in the wind.

Murong Longcheng's Fist of the North Star carried an infinite amount of death energy. It seemed to hit Zhao Ti, but it also seemed not to hit him. It clearly hit him, but it also seemed not to hit him. Murong Longcheng's face changed drastically in an instant, and he uttered a hoarse voice: "You..."

Zhao Ti slowly raised his arm, and a finger appeared in front of him, pointing towards Murong Longcheng. Murong Longcheng let out a low roar, and wrapped the finger with layers of energy in his fists.

Zhao Ti's arm had been put down again at this time, but he raised it again in an instant and pointed out with one finger again. This was a finger technique he had never used before.

Murong Longcheng lowered his head suddenly, only to see that the opponent's finger gestures were strange and inexplicable, but they carried an infinite chilling meaning and had hit his chest.

"This..." An extremely shocked expression appeared on his face, and the next moment, with a "bang", he fell heavily to the ground.

Zhao Ti stood in front, motionless, his face dark, like the deathly aura that Murong Longcheng had when he used the Great Zhoutian Beidou Divine Fist before.

At this time, soldiers from all directions approached, but seeing his strange appearance, they did not dare to open their mouths to disturb him, let alone make any noise.

After a few breaths, Zhao Ti opened his mouth and exhaled a breath of black air, and then began to spit out black air continuously. After a moment, his breath gradually became colorless, and his face gradually recovered, but it was still a little different from normal. It was extremely pale, and it was obvious that he had internal injuries.

"What a powerful Great Zhoutian Beidou Divine Fist..." He looked at Murong Longcheng lying on the ground and ordered: "Tie him up."

Upon hearing this, the soldiers immediately found iron chains and carefully tied up Murong Longcheng like an iron dumpling.

Zhao Ti breathed a sigh of relief, raised his finger and looked at it, his expression complicated and solemn. He didn't expect that after using the first finger of the Phantom Yin Technique, he would realize the second finger on the spot.

(End of this chapter)