Traveling Through the Heavens: Intercepting Duan Yu at the Beginning

"Amitabha!"

The Sweeping Monk clasped his hands together and chanted the Buddha's name loudly. Then he formed a large Vajra Wheel Seal and a faint golden light emanated from his body.

hum!

Wu Xingyun's Tianshan Zhemei Hand landed on the Sweeping Monk's three-foot air wall, making a sound like the clanging of metal. The recoil force caused Wu Xingyun's palm to ache slightly.

However, she did not retreat. Wu Xingyun flashed to the front of the Sweeping Monk and attacked him fiercely to divert his attention.

Behind him, Li Qiushui's several white rainbow palm powers fell rapidly, hitting the back of the Sweeping Monk in the blink of an eye.

"Senior Sister, back off!"

Wuyazi roared, and Wu Xingyun understood what was going on. He suddenly swung his palm and then withdrew from the battlefield. The next moment, hundreds of swords and knives controlled by Wuyazi with the power of the North Sea fell towards the Sweeping Monk like a rainstorm.

clang clang clang...

Countless sounds of metal clashing were heard. Whether it was Wuyazi's sword or Li Qiushui's white rainbow palm power, they all hovered three feet away from the Sweeping Monk.

That was the Sweeping Monk's protective aura. Even if the three of them worked together, they still couldn't shake the protective aura at all.

"how come..."

Wuyazi and the other two looked ashen-faced. Even with their combined strength, they were unable to shake the Sweeping Monk at all. The only damage they caused was that the ground under the Sweeping Monk's feet kept breaking into pieces.

Such strength is really too terrifying.

clang clang...

After a moment, hundreds of swords and knives fell to the ground out of control, making a sound of metal clashing.

The Sweeping Monk raised his head slightly, glanced at the three of them, and then said calmly, "Do you still want to continue to resist?"

"Xiaoyaozi's talent and strength are both great, but it's a pity that the three of you have only learned the basics and are far behind him."

"In the midst of human suffering, it is better to lay down the butcher knife and become a Buddha right here!"

"Amitabha!"

Compared with Xiaoyaozi and the other two, the Sweeping Monk's nonchalant words were like a slap in their faces, not only making the three of them lose all face, but also trampling on the Xiaoyao Sect and rubbing it hard.

"Well, you are worthy of being the best sect in the world. I never thought there is a strong man like the Sweeping Monk in the sect. None of the thieves from the Xiaoyao Sect will be able to escape today."

"The divine monk is mighty and powerful. He killed these evil demons and brought order to the martial arts world."

"Kill, kill, kill!"

When the people in the martial arts world saw that the Sweeping Monk was not only intact but was even beating the three Xiaoyao elders, they couldn't help but show excitement on their faces.

Compared to the joy of the various martial arts sects, the people in the Xiaoyao Sect had solemn expressions.

Xiao Feng and Jiumozhi originally thought that the Three Xiaoyao Elders were the strongest masters in the world, but they did not expect that there was a Sweeping Monk who was even stronger than the Three Xiaoyao Elders.

"Put down your butcher knife and become a Buddha instantly? Bullshit!"

"Even if I die today, I will not bow to you Buddhists."

Wu Xingyun had the most explosive temper, and she started cursing the first thing she did.

"Hahaha, Senior Sister is right. I, Xiaoyao Sect, have never known how to write the word 'admit defeat'."

"You want my Xiaoyao Sect to surrender? Dream on!"

Li Qiushui rarely spoke and called Wu Xingyun "Senior Sister". At this moment, it seemed as if the decades-long estrangement between the two had disappeared by half, and they only had a common enemy in their hearts.

"Xiaoyao Sect, what is Xiaoyao? It means to follow your heart and be free from all restraints."

"And you... you old monk, you've been hiding in Shaolin. Others don't know your background, so do you really think we don't know either?"

"Back then, you stirred up trouble in the martial arts world, and eventually you met my master. He beat you up, and that's when you went into hiding in Shaolin."

"A stinky bug like you is just relying on your age and accumulated internal energy. Why are you showing off in front of us?"

"If my master took action, there would be no place for you to be so arrogant!"

Wuyazi sneered, his tone full of disdain for the Sweeping Monk.

"Xiaoyaozi..."

When the Sweeping Monk heard Wuyazi mention Xiaoyaozi, the indifference in his eyes instantly disappeared, replaced by memories of the past and a hint of deep resentment.

"You three know you are no match for me, yet you still dare to show up here. I guess that old Xiaoyaozi has passed away."

"Haha, he's so much older than me. Even I'm nearing the end of my life. There's no reason why he's still alive."

"Since Xiaoyaozi is dead, what else do I have to worry about?"

"Xiaoyao Sect... If Xiaoyaozi hadn't intervened back then, I wouldn't be hiding in Shaolin."

"Now that Xiaoyaozi is dead, all of you disciples should go down and accompany him. This is a good opportunity to settle all the old and new grudges at once!"

The originally peaceful sweeping monk suddenly burst out with a terrifying murderous aura. The murderous aura was so strong that the three elders of Xiaoyao changed color in anger.

Chapter 70: Everyone in the Murong Family Must Die Today

However, just as the three Xiaoyao elders were on guard, the Sweeping Monk's expression suddenly changed and he turned his head abruptly to look at the distant horizon.

Everyone was stunned at first, and then seemed to think of something, and hurriedly turned to look in the direction of the Sweeping Monk's gaze.

Isn't this the direction the three Xiaoyao elders came from on their giant eagles? Could it be...

For a moment, everyone's mind was filled with speculation, and even the three elders of Xiaoyao showed a hint of anticipation on their faces.

Not long after, a small black dot appeared in everyone's eyes, and something seemed to be flying towards them in the air.

However, as the black spot approached, everyone's mouths gradually opened wide, with expressions of shock on their faces.

Even the Sweeping Monk became solemn, and there seemed to be an unconcealable fear in his eyes.

"Is that...is that a person?"

"It's fake. How can a person fly in the air?"

"This... is unbelievable, absolutely unbelievable. Could it be that there really are immortals in this world? Only immortals can do this."

Amidst the shocked gazes of the crowd, a figure dressed entirely in black came flying from the sky, floating like an immortal.

There were no birds or beasts under the other person's feet, nor any objects to leverage his strength. The whole person just floated in the air as if flying.

Free and easy Fengxu rides the wind!

The skills from the Xiaoyao School's unique martial art "Xiaoyaoyou" allow practitioners to control the wind between heaven and earth and travel on the wind.

"I heard you wanted to destroy my Xiaoyao Sect. I want to ask... who gave you the courage!"

"At the beginning, he was beaten up by my master, and then he disappeared from the martial arts world in disgrace, and then hid in Shaolin."

"You could have stayed hidden for the rest of your life and at least had a good ending, but you insisted on coming forward. You're simply courting death."

"In your time, you were indeed a figure, but this is no longer hundreds of years ago. This is the Song Dynasty, the land of the Han people, not the Yan Kingdom of your Murong family, Murong...Long...City!"

boom!

The Sweeping Monk's pupils shrank, but he quickly regained his composure. However, the onlookers were upset.

Who is Murong Longcheng? Many people are unfamiliar with this name, but if they mention "Dou Zhuan Xing Yi", they will know that this is the unique skill of the Gusu Murong family.

And this "Dou Zhuan Xing Yi" was created by Murong Longcheng, the ancestor of the Murong family.

But Murong Longcheng lived hundreds of years ago. How could he be alive today?

"Father, Xiaoyao Sect's Chen Fei said that the old monk is..."

On a high tower in the distance, Murong Fu, dressed in a black robe, looked at Murong Bo beside him with shock on his face. However, Murong Bo's expression was the same as Murong Fu's. Obviously, even he did not know the true identity of the Sweeping Monk.

"Alas... Xiaoyaozi, it's fine that you outmaneuvered me with force, but before you died you even revealed my identity to your disciples. You're not letting me off easy at all!"

Finally, under the gazes and speculations of the crowd, the Sweeping Monk...or rather, Murong Longcheng sighed deeply, his tone full of helplessness.

"It really is Murong Longcheng! This... is unbelievable!"

"Is there really someone in this world who can live for hundreds of years? Is it because of supernatural martial arts or some elixir of immortality?"

"If I could learn the secret from him, maybe..."

Some greedy people instantly thought of the benefits, and their eyes instantly became hot.

"Shut up, you're going to die!"

There were also some calm people who hurriedly covered their companions' mouths. Whether it was magical power or things that could make them immortal, at least it was not something they could covet at the moment.

"You're lucky, old man. It's a pity... you shouldn't have shown up."

Chen Fei landed from the air, slowly shook his head and said to Murong Longcheng with regret.

When Murong Longcheng was young, he traveled all over the country and luckily got a pot of spring water from the Eternal Spring Valley. Drinking it allowed him to live so long.

However, there is only one pot of water from the Changchun Spring. As time goes by, the immortality effect in Murong Longcheng's body continues to weaken, which is why he looks so old.

If there is no new spring water, I am afraid that in another twenty or thirty years, Murong Longcheng will completely pass away.

It's not that he hadn't thought about the Changchun Spring in Changchun Valley, but when he thought of Xiaoyaozi's terrifying strength, Murong Longcheng felt fear from the bottom of his heart.

But today, after hearing that Xiaoyaozi was dead, Murong Longcheng's originally silent heart became active again.

"Do you think that since the founder of the Xiaoyao Sect has passed away, no one in this world can stand up to you?"

"In the past, I, the founder of the Xiaoyao Sect, was able to suppress you. Today, I, Chen Fei, can do the same!"

After saying that, a powerful innate energy burst out from Fade Chen's body. The innate energy swept around, even the clouds in the sky were pulled and rotated.

"But before that, there are a few shady little rats that need to be caught first!"

Chen Fei's gaze fell on the tall tower in the distance, where Murong Bo and his son were hiding.

"Oh no, Fu'er, hurry up and leave!"

As Fade Chen looked towards him, Murong Bo's heart was alarmed. He pulled Murong Fu and wanted to leave the tower.

Unfortunately, it's too late!

"Come here!"

Chen Fei waved his hand, and a powerful suction force fell on the Murong father and son. Their bodies running towards the tower stopped instantly, and then their feet left the ground and flew towards Chen Fei.

"stop!"

Murong Longcheng's eyes were bloodshot, he was no longer calm as before, he rushed out and slapped Chen Fei, but Chen Fei only swung a palm, and Murong Longcheng staggered back.

Bang!

The Murong father and son, covered in black robes, fell heavily to the ground. Their true energy was dissipated by this fall, and a sharp pain spread throughout their bodies.

"Hey, there's actually someone hiding in the dark!"

The people in the martial arts world were all shocked and puzzled, while the people from Shaolin Temple looked extremely ugly. It was really shameful that the Shaolin Temple was broken into without anyone knowing.

Swish!

Murong Longcheng moved his body and stood in front of Murong and his son. At this moment, his eyes were full of vigilance and fear when he looked at Chen Fei.

Grandmaster, Chen Fei’s strength is actually also a grandmaster, the same strength as Xiaoyaozi whom he met at the beginning.

He actually completely inherited Xiaoyaozi's internal strength and became an existence superior to himself.

At this moment, Murong Longcheng had the idea of ​​escaping.

"Ancestor..."

Murong Bo and his son staggered to their feet. They glanced at the old monk standing in front of them, and finally Murong Bo spoke cautiously to test the waters.

"Shut up! I'll stop him with all my strength in a moment. You guys... run!"

"Run as far as you can. If restoring the country is impossible, then hide your identity and leave a legacy for the Murong family!"

The old monk's words confirmed his identity as Murong Longcheng. If it weren't for the wrong occasion, Murong Bo and his son would have kowtowed to him if they really wanted to.

"Leave? None of you can leave!"

"The Murong family will die today!"

A murderous voice rang out in the room, not to mention Murong Bo and his son, even Murong Longcheng felt a chill all over his body!

Chapter 71 The End of the Murong Family