Chapter 394 Defeat the Sweeping Monk!

After saying this, Xin Zhen walked around the sweeping monk, walked slowly forward, stretched out his palm, and slapped Murong Bo on the head.

When Murong Bo saw Xin Zhen approaching, he immediately became very alert. When he saw him stretch out his palm to slap the top of his head, he quickly raised his left hand to block the attack, but he was afraid that the opponent's martial arts was too powerful, so after raising his hand, his body floated backwards.

His martial arts inherited from the Gusu Murong family were already very advanced, and after delving into the 72 unique skills of the Shaolin Temple, he became even more powerful. This raising of his hand and moving his body may seem ordinary, but in fact his defensive posture is so tight and elegant that it can be said to be the best and nothing can be added to it.

Everyone in the pavilion was an expert in martial arts. When they saw him use those two moves, they all secretly exclaimed in applause. Even Xiao Yuanshan and his son could not help but admire him.

Unexpectedly, Xin Zhen slapped down lightly with his palm, and with a loud bang, it hit the "Baihui Point" in the middle of Murong Bo's forehead. Murong Bo's whole body was shaken, and he died immediately and fell backwards.

Murong Fu was shocked, rushed forward to hold him, and shouted, "Daddy, Daddy!"

But I saw that my father's mouth and eyes were closed, and there was no breath coming out of his nostrils. I quickly reached out to touch his chest, and found that his heart had stopped beating.

Murong Fu was filled with grief and anger, he never expected that Xin Zhen would suddenly do such a cruel thing, he shouted: "You...you...you bastard!" He leaned his father's body against the pillar, jumped up, and hit Xin Zhen with both palms.

At this time, the sweeping monk saw Xin Zhen suddenly kill Murong Bo, and saw Murong Fu attacking Xin Zhen. Fearing that Xin Zhen would attack again, he chanted a Buddhist name, then struck Xin Zhen with a palm, saying, "Mr. Xin, please show mercy!"

Xin Zhen ignored Murong Fu and turned a blind eye to him. Instead, he faced the sweeping monk sternly and met his attack with a palm.

Murong Fu was overjoyed and immediately increased the strength in his hands. He pushed his palms to two feet in front of Xin Zhen, and suddenly it was as if he hit an invisible air wall, or even more like he hit a fishing net. Although the palm power was strong, he had no power to exert, and was bounced back by the air wall and hit a bookshelf.

Originally, his momentum was so strong that the rebound force must have been very fierce, but the power of his palm seemed to be completely dissolved by the invisible air wall, and then he was gently pushed away, so his back hit the bookshelf, but the bookshelf did not collapse, and not even a single volume of the scriptures piled on the shelf fell off.

Murong Fu was very alert. Although he was saddened by his father's death, he knew that Xin Zhen's martial arts skills were more than ten times better than his own. Even if he tried his best, he could not do anything to him. So he leaned against the bookshelf, pretending to gasp for breath, secretly thinking about how to launch another unexpected attack.

But when Xin Zhen and the Sweeping Monk put their palms together, they heard a wave sound and then the whole attic seemed to shake as if a dragon was turning over. Everyone in the attic felt like they couldn't stand. There seemed to be an invisible force in the air, as if even time had stopped at this moment.

A trace of pain flashed across the face of the Sweeping Monk, and his internal energy surged towards Xin Zhen like a river bursting its dam, but he found that the opponent's palm power was as deep and unfathomable as the sea. No matter how he exerted his strength, he could not shake it in the slightest.

Xin Zhen's expression remained calm, as if everything was under control. His eyes were as deep as a pool, making people dare not look directly at them.

"This power... is impossible!" The Sweeping Monk was horrified. Although he was not well-known, he had been practicing martial arts since he was young. By the age of thirty, his internal strength was rare in the world. He had never encountered such a powerful opponent, so he later retreated to the Shaolin Temple.

But at this moment, his internal strength seemed to be blocked by an invisible wall and he could not move forward even a single step.

Inside the attic, the people watching the fight were also shocked by the powerful aura and took several steps back, fearing that they would be affected.

A trace of worry flashed across Xiao Feng's eyes. He knew Xin Zhen's strength, but the Sweeping Monk in front of him was obviously an unfathomable master.

At this moment, Xin Zhen smiled slightly, and a powerful recoil force suddenly burst out from his palm. The sweeping monk felt a tightness in his chest, and the whole person was shocked and flew out, hitting the wall heavily, and spurted out a mouthful of blood. The wall cracked instantly, dust scattered, and the sweeping monk looked particularly embarrassed.

"Master!" Xuan Yin and Xuan Sheng shouted and rushed forward to support the old monk, their eyes full of anxiety and anger.

The Sweeping Monk's face turned as pale as paper. His originally calm expression turned into one of shock. He looked at Xin Zhen with disbelief on his face.

Xin Zhen slowly withdrew his hand and glanced at everyone indifferently, as if everything that had just happened was just a trivial matter.

Everyone looked at each other and dared not speak again.

Xin Zhen's strength has shocked everyone, and no one dares to act rashly anymore.

The Sweeping Monk looked at Xin Zhen carefully and said, "You have practiced the Xiaoyao Sect's Eight Desolate Six Directions Only I Am Supreme skill, right? You are not a young man, but an old senior who has practiced for hundreds of years, or has a senior from the Xiaoyao Sect passed on his skills that he has practiced for hundreds of years to you?

...Yes, did you accept Wuyazi's power transmission? That's not right. Even if Wuyazi passed all his power to you, you wouldn't be so powerful. It's impossible, impossible!
And it doesn’t look like you’re practicing Bei Ming Divine Art. Your power is extremely refined and pure, and it doesn’t look like you’ve absorbed the inner strength of others…”

The Sweeping Monk proposed several possibilities, but then immediately broke down his own guesses, looking a little weird.

Xin Zhen heard something and asked, "Senior, are you related to the Xiaoyao Sect?"

The sweeping monk sighed and said, "I can't control this matter. It's up to you. Just don't damage the Sutra Library too much."

The sweeping monk stood up and walked out. Xuan Yin and Xuan Sheng asked anxiously, "Senior, where are you going?"

The sweeping monk said, "I have been hiding in this Sutra Library for decades, and it is time for me to leave. Although I have learned a lot of Shaolin martial arts, I have also shown Shaolin the Sutra Library for decades, so we are even now. In addition, you should not conflict with this monk Xin again, otherwise the hundreds of years of Shaolin glory may be cut off."

Having said this, the Sweeping Monk went out the door. Xuan Yin and the others chased after him, but the old monk was nowhere to be seen.

Murong Fu was secretly delighted when he saw that everyone's attention was on the old monk, thinking that this was a great opportunity.

He adjusted his breathing slightly, tried not to make any noise, and quietly moved closer to the window.

Outside the window was a dense jungle, with swaying shadows of trees, as if beckoning him. As long as he could jump into that dense forest, he would be like a dragon returning to the sea or a tiger returning to the mountains, free from restraints.

He moved step by step, his feet as light as a cat's, afraid to alarm anyone. Every step seemed to be stepping on broken glass, and his heartbeat accelerated.

Murong Fu glanced at Xin Zhen from time to time to make sure that everyone's attention was still on him.

Murong Fu's palms were slightly sweaty, but he remained calm. The window was so close that he could almost feel the fresh air outside. His heart was filled with hope and tension, as if a trapped beast was about to be freed.

Just as the Sweeping Monk walked out, Murong Fu no longer hesitated. He jumped up suddenly, gathering his strength and preparing to rush towards the window.

However, just as he was about to jump out, he suddenly felt that he hit an invisible air wall and was bounced back. Xiao Feng's eyes instantly became sharp, his brows were furrowed, and anger was burning in his chest. His voice was as shocking as thunder: "Murong Fu, you dare to run!"

Before he finished speaking, his figure was like a tiger descending from a mountain, extremely fast, and he slapped Murong Fu with one palm. The sound of this palm hitting the air seemed to be heard breaking the wind.

Murong Fu was startled when he saw the palm wind approaching, but he did not sit there and wait for death.

He suddenly leaped up, nimbly and lightly avoiding Xiao Feng's attack, but there was a cold flash in his eyes. Murong Fu knew very well that he had missed the opportunity just now and had no way to retreat. The only way to survive was to try his best.

"Xiao Feng, don't think I'm afraid of you!" Murong Fu sneered, his voice trembling slightly but full of determination.

A gleaming dagger suddenly appeared in his hand, and the blade reflected a dazzling light in the sun. His figure flashed like a ghost, and the dagger went straight for Xiao Feng's vitals.

Murong Fu was a man of deep scheming and had a plan in mind. He seemed panic-stricken on the surface, but in fact he was calm as ice and planned every step carefully. After running two steps, he suddenly changed direction and ran wildly to one side.

That was where Ah Zhu was. He had evil thoughts in his mind, thinking that even if he couldn't escape, he would let Ah Zhu, the bitch, be buried with him!
Xiao Feng and Xiao Yuanshan were both shocked and rushed forward to stop him, but Murong Fu was unintentional, so how could they catch up?
Murong Fu moved as fast as lightning and was about to succeed when a man suddenly appeared in front of Ah Zhu. This man was naturally Xin Zhen.

Xin Zhen looked at Murong Fu with a smile, with a hint of coldness and sarcasm in his eyes.

He had already seen through Murong Fu's thoughts and expected that he would do something desperate, so he ambushed here early.

When Murong Fu saw Xin Zhen standing in front of him, his heart trembled, but he did not give up. Instead, he pounced on Xin Zhen even more fiercely. However, he used the same move again. He seemed to be fearless, but then he turned around and ran away, trying to escape at lightning speed.

At this time, Xiao Feng and his son had already rushed over. Seeing that Murong Fu was about to escape again, Xiao Feng and his son had already seen through his intention. The father and son, one on the left and one on the right, cooperated tacitly, like two tigers, and pounced on Murong Fu with incredible swiftness.

Xiao Feng's palm wind was like a violent storm, extremely swift, and each palm carried a force of a thousand kilograms. Murong Fu felt a suffocation in his chest, as if he was pressed down by a mountain, and even breathing became difficult.

He tried his best to barely block Xiao Feng's attack, but he couldn't take Xiao Yuanshan's attack into consideration. Xiao Yuanshan's palm technique was as steady as a mountain, and each move was deadly. Each palm was extremely accurate and aimed directly at Murong Fu's vital points.

Murong Fu was anxious and tried his best to circulate his internal energy, trying to find a glimmer of hope. However, the attack of Xiao Feng and his son was like a tide, which did not give him a chance to breathe.

Murong Fu felt his eyes go dark, his legs go weak, and he can hardly stand. He couldn't help but feel a sense of despair in his heart. Is he really going to die here today?
"Xiao Feng, Xiao Yuanshan, please don't go too far!"

Murong Fu roared at the top of his lungs, then he shook his body and used his family's unique skill "The Change of Stars" to try to resolve the attack of Xiao Feng and his son.

However, Qiao Feng's palm wind whistled and rushed straight to Murong Fu's chest. Murong Fu felt a sharp pain in his chest, spurted out a mouthful of blood, and his body flew out like a kite with a broken string, and fell heavily to the ground.

Murong Fu struggled to get up, but all the strength in his body seemed to be drained and he couldn't stand up.

His face was as pale as paper, his forehead was covered in cold sweat, and his hands were supporting himself on the ground, but he still couldn't move at all.

There was a trace of unwillingness in his eyes. He looked at Jiumozhi who was standing not far away and said in a hoarse voice: "Master Jiumozhi, save me!"

At this moment, Murong Fu was filled with despair and helplessness. He used to be so high-spirited and full of vigor, and many people in the martial arts world were in awe of him.

But now, he was like a wild beast trapped in a quagmire, unable to struggle and at the mercy of others. His heart was filled with hatred, but more of it was helplessness and pain.

Jiumozhi frowned slightly, looked down at Murong Fu lying on the ground, then looked up at Xin Zhen who was standing beside him with a smile.

Qiao Feng and his son also stared coldly at Murong Fu lying on the ground.

Jiumozhi sighed, his voice low and heavy: "I didn't know that old donor Murong was the culprit of the Yanmen Pass tragedy. It is natural for people in the martial arts world to take revenge. Alas, now that things have come to this, how can I stop it?"

Jiumozhi's eyes were filled with mixed emotions. He once had a little respect for Murong Bo, after all, Murong Bo was also a great hero in the martial arts world.

Now Murong Bo's son is on the verge of life and death. If he has the ability, he will naturally help.

But facing Xin Zhen and Xiao Feng and his son, Jiumozhi knew that if he dared to stop them, he would surely die on the spot today.

He smiled bitterly and said, "Besides, I don't have the ability to stop it. Even that senior monk couldn't stop it. I can do nothing. Donor Murong, just wish yourself the best."

After Jiumozhi finished speaking, he lowered his head, clasped his hands together, and chanted the Buddha's name softly.

When Murong Fu heard Jiumozhi's words, his heart felt as if it had fallen into an ice cellar.

He knew that he had no way to escape. Xiao Yuanshan's gaze was as sharp as a knife, as if he wanted to tear him apart completely.

Xiao Feng walked forward slowly, looking at Murong Fu with cold eyes: "Murong Fu, the crime your father committed at Yanmen Pass has finally come to be settled today.

Your father is dead, and the son has to pay for his father's debts. You have nothing to resent."

As he spoke, Xiao Feng slapped Murong Fu on the head. Murong Fu's eyes suddenly became dull and he fell to the ground. All his ambitions for the throne disappeared into thin air.

Xiao Feng slapped Murong Fu to death with one palm, but there was no satisfaction on his face. He just felt empty inside. Even when he saw the joy on his father Xiao Yuanshan's face after getting his revenge, he still felt lost.

The culprit of that year died, and even his son was killed. However, Qiao Sanhuai and his wife, and Master Xuan Ku were killed by his own father. He himself became the Khitan whom he once hated. What should he do in the future?

So many questions came flooding in that Xiao Feng was distracted for a moment.

(End of this chapter)