Chapter 180 185, Kill Murong, Slaughter Feilong!
"Is this your trap?"
Huang Rong looked at the complacent Murong Fu and sneered:
"A deserted Murong Fu, a nameless ghost carrying the remains of others, a little girl with decent swordsmanship, a group of Sun Moon Sect masters who were poisoned and unwilling to give in, plus a three-headed flying dragon... Murong Fu, are you getting complacent too early?"
Murong Fu smiled and said:
"Of course I know that even if City Lord Guo and Madam Guo join forces, even the flying dragon can't do anything to you. But coincidentally, I once got a very interesting gadget in my original world. Although the source has been cut off since I came to this world, and the stock is not much, it is almost enough to deal with you."
The smile on his face became more and more proud:
"The three-headed flying dragon is just a precaution. Even without the flying dragon, it would be enough to take you down with just these people on the field, or even just me alone."
Before she finished speaking, Huang Rong already realized something was wrong.
After he finished speaking, Huang Rong's face changed slightly. She felt that her internal energy was stagnant and gradually unable to function. Even her hands and feet became soft and weak. She gradually lost her strength and could not even stand steadily!
Guo Jing immediately noticed that something was wrong with Huang Rong, and quickly supported her, glaring at Murong Fu, and shouted:
"You actually poisoned me?"
Seeing Guo Jing's full of energy, Murong Fu was also a little surprised:
"Are you okay?"
Ouyang Feng kindly explained:
"Guo Jing is immune to all poisons. It is useless to use poison on him."
Although Huang Rong's eyes were not red and she did not shed tears, Ouyang Feng knew that she was struck by the "sad breeze".
And Murong Fu actually got the Beisu Qingfeng poison, and improved it so that it no longer made people feel sore in the eyes and nose and burst into tears.
However, Beisu Qingfeng's poison could not defeat Guo Jing, who had eaten the precious snake and was immune to all poisons.
No poison could defeat Ouyang Feng, who was not afraid of ordinary poisons because of his powerful and pure innate true energy and his extraordinary physique that had been tempered through thousands of trials and tribulations.
Even because the Beisu Qingfeng was completely harmless to him, his spiritual sense did not give any warning reaction, and he really had no idea when the poison gas spread.
However, the people on Murong Fu's side were not affected, as they had obviously smelled the antidote in advance.
"Immune to all poisons? This is a slight miscalculation..."
Murong Fu frowned, then relaxed his brows:
"But it doesn't matter. Madam Guo's magic of 'setting up the formation' doesn't require the consumption of internal energy, but it still requires stepping on the magic circle, pinching the fingers and chanting the incantation. Madam Guo can't even stand steadily now, how can she set up the formation? Without Madam Guo's formation, even if City Lord Guo can still use the 'great power' technique, he won't be a big threat."
He looked at Guo Jing and smiled:
“City Lord Guo, although the Great Strength Technique is powerful, it can only make you incomparable in strength, and it will not make your martial arts more exquisite. In fact, because the power is too great, many of your body movements and exquisite changes in moves will lose their accuracy and even have more flaws.
"With great strength, you can certainly be invincible on the battlefield, but when masters fight, if you can't hit the person, what's the use of your great strength? When fighting with you, as long as we are careful not to be hit by you, and don't fight with you, you can't do anything to us.
"To be honest, I have always felt that even if you have great power, if it is one-on-one, I can still defeat you with my martial arts. And now, Madam Guo has become a burden, and you still have to protect her carefully. You can't jump out of this trap."
Suppose Ren Woxing coughed a few times and said:
"Guo Jing, Huang Rong, if you know what's good for you, kneel down and surrender immediately. Otherwise, not only will you die, but your daughters and disciples will also..."
Before he could finish his words, he spit out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground dead.
Well, Ren Woxing had already been hit by the magic of "soul-capturing", his soul had long been scattered, and only a living body possessed by someone's spirit remained.
Now the body was completely dead after being hit by Ouyang Feng's palm strike.
Murong Fu and Liu Sheng Piaoxu didn't care about the death of the fake Ren Woxing.
Ouyang Feng was a little concerned:
Who should be blamed for Ren Woxing's killing?
His soul had been taken away long ago, leaving only a living body. My killing may only count as half of it?
Then if I use the "Reflection Technique", can I also reflect his "Light-generating" technique?
Now that last autumn and winter have passed and the New Year has come, I have accumulated seven more "Reflection Techniques". It seems like I can splurge a little?
Of course, now is not the time to try.
In addition, there are other targets with special abilities on the field...
Ouyang Feng looked at the complacent Murong Fu and Liu Sheng Piaoxu who was standing on guard with a knife in hand, with a subtle look in his eyes.
Liu Sheng Piaoxu didn't understand the deep meaning in his eyes. When she saw him looking at her, she gave him a sweet smile in return.
Ouyang Feng nodded politely and said to the furious Guo Jing:
"Take good care of niece Rong'er, and leave the rest to me."
Guo Jing was startled: "Senior Ouyang, there is a flying dragon in the sky..."
Huang Rong also said weakly:
"Uncle, the flying dragon's flame can melt gold and iron, and it sticks very tightly, making it difficult to extinguish. No matter how high your martial arts skills are, if you are sprayed with it, you will be burned to charcoal on the spot..."
Ouyang Feng said calmly:
"No problem. Leave it to me."
Then he looked at Murong Fu and Liu Sheng Piao Xu:
"You are unlucky too. You didn't know that Guo Jing was immune to all poisons, and you didn't know I would come here..."
Murong Fu interrupted him with a sneer:
"Who do you think you are? Not to mention that you are not the Western Poison Ouyang Feng, even if you are that old poisoner, so what? Apart from not being afraid of poison, what else can you be capable of?"
Ouyang Feng's eyes turned slightly cold, and he moved his footsteps. He flashed in front of Murong Fu like teleporting, grabbed him by the chest, and at the same time sealed several important acupoints on his chest with his fingers, making him unable to move. Then he lifted him up above his head with one hand, looked up at Murong Fu who was shocked, and said lightly:
"Who gave you the courage to be so arrogant when you are so vulnerable?"
As he spoke, he changed his claws into palms and slammed into Murong Fu's chest, sending him flying into the sky and throwing him ten feet into the air. With another bang, he exploded into blood foam all over the sky.
However, when the blood rain fell from the sky, it suddenly disappeared before it hit the ground.
This Murong Fu is actually just a clone.
"Good work!"
Several voices of Murong Fu came from all directions at the same time, with a hint of amazement in their tone:
"Your martial arts skills are beyond my expectation, as you can kill a clone with half my strength in one move! Unfortunately, my clone skill is best used to save my life. No matter how high your martial arts skills are, if you can't touch my real body, what can you do to me?"
Ouyang Feng raised the corners of his lips, "Really?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Ouyang Feng flashed, and in the midst of the raging wind, he smashed through the outer wall of the field and rushed into the next courtyard. Then there were several more crashing sounds, and at the same time, a cloud of dust rose from the next courtyard. The movement was like a giant elephant, rushing forward and flattening all obstacles.
Then Murong Fu's shocked voice sounded:
"how did you find me?"
"You might as well take your time to guess."
Ouyang Feng said calmly, and then there were several rapid sounds of fists breaking through the air.
Afterwards, the sound of fighting suddenly stopped, and leisurely footsteps were heard. Ouyang Feng appeared at the hole in the wall that he had broken, grabbing Murong Fu in his hand and carrying him back to the training ground like a dead dog.
At this time, the wind blew around, and six identical Murong Fu flew in from all directions. They stared at Ouyang Feng and the Murong Fu in his hand with nervous faces, and said in unison:
"let me go!"
Seeing this, Guo Jing, Huang Rong, Liu Sheng Piaoxu and others knew that Ouyang Feng had captured Murong Fu's true body, and their eyes were filled with shock.
Although Murong Fu's clone was real enough, it was only half as strong as his own. It was understandable that he was caught off guard and captured in one move.
But Murong Fu's martial arts skills were extremely high, and Guo Jing would not be able to defeat him with his martial arts skills alone. Although Liu Sheng Piaoxu's swordsmanship was better than his father Liu Sheng Tamagami, he knew that it would be difficult to capture Murong Fu. However, he did not expect that Ouyang Feng would easily capture Murong Fu in just a few breaths.
Judging from the noise just now, even though Murong Fu had been on guard, he couldn't withstand more than three or two moves from Ouyang Feng!
To what level has the martial arts of this young Ouyang Feng reached?
"If you don't want to die together with me, let me go immediately!"
At this time, one of Murong Fu's clones shouted again, and at the same time took out a copper whistle and put it in his mouth.
"Oh? What's this whistle?"
"As soon as the whistle sounds, a flying dragon will come!" Another clone of Murong Fu said fiercely: "Once the dragon flame comes out, no matter how powerful your martial arts are, as long as you are still a body of flesh and blood, you will be destroyed together with the stone!"
Huang Rong said incredulously:
"This is Yanziwu. This is your manor. Here are your trusted generals and soldiers..."
Murong Fu's clone said sternly:
"A bunch of traitors who rebelled against their lord deserve to die!"
Deng Baichuan, Gong Yeqian and Feng Bo'e were all people who cherished their old friendships. Even though Murong Fu cruelly killed Bao Bu Tong, they originally wanted to plead for Murong Fu one last time for the sake of their many years of master-servant relationship. They at least asked Ouyang Feng to only destroy his martial arts, spare his life, and leave a legacy for the Murong family.
But after hearing Murong Fu's words, the last bit of affection that Deng Baichuan, Gong Yeqian and Feng Boye had for the Murong family disappeared completely, and the look in their eyes when they looked at Murong Fu was filled with only anger.
Ouyang Feng smiled calmly:
"Try?"
As he spoke, he stared at Murong Fu's clone who was holding the copper whistle in his mouth. He slowly raised Murong Shen's real body in his hand to in front of him, pinched Murong Fu's neck with one hand, and slowly increased the strength with his five fingers. His eyes became extremely indifferent, and he exuded a depressing and suffocating murderous aura.
Originally, the impression Ouyang Feng gave to Huang Rong was that of a quiet, natural, reserved, profound, gentle and harmless person, which made her think that this young Master Ouyang was completely different from the "West Poison" Ouyang Feng because of their different life trajectories.
Until this moment, when she felt the cold, indifferent, cruel and murderous aura from him, she was shocked to realize that it is true that although it is easy to change the country, it is difficult to change one's nature. Even though the young Ouyang Shibo has become a "good man", he is still as cruel as the West Poison in his bones.
Of course, it is one thing for the enemy to be strong and cruel, but it is another thing for one's own people to be strong and cruel.
The more cruel, powerful, and decisive our own people are, the more at ease they will feel.
Under the gaze of Murong Fu's clones, Ouyang Feng slowly increased the force of the five fingers that were pinching Murong Fu's neck. Murong Fu's real body immediately twitched and struggled like a dying fish. His face turned red, his eyes gradually bulged out, his legs kept kicking and he looked like he might die at any time.
Seeing this, one of Murong Fu's clones had red eyes and shouted fiercely, "Then let's burn it all together!"
As they spoke, the six clones drew their swords at the same time and attacked Ouyang Feng.
When Murong Fu's clone holding the copper whistle in his mouth pounced, he took a deep breath and blew the whistle, making a very penetrating whistle sound.
As soon as the whistle sounded, the three-headed flying dragon hovering in the sky suddenly split into three directions and swooped down together.
When facing the siege of six clones, Ouyang Feng just raised the corners of his lips, then gently twisted his five fingers, and with a click, he broke Murong Fu's neck.
Murong Fu's original body's eyes bulged out and he died on the spot. The six clones that flew towards him showed despair and fear on their faces, and then they disappeared into thin air, leaving only six real swords that fell to the ground with a clang.
Ouyang Feng threw Murong Fu's body to the ground like throwing a dead dog. He didn't even look at the body of Murong Fu, whose face was frozen with despair and regret. He looked up at the flying dragon that was getting closer and closer to the ground and bigger and bigger.
"Senior Ouyang, Rong'er is unable to set up a formation to restrict the sky. The flying dragons come and go freely, and it is difficult to defeat them! We should not stay here for long, please leave immediately!"
Guo Jing carried Huang Rong on his back and reminded Ouyang Feng urgently.
Ouyang Feng shook his head:
"Hide yourselves."
As he spoke, he stretched out his right hand, and a heavy steel spear appeared out of thin air in his palm. It was the "Moon Wolf Spear".
At this moment, the fastest flying dragon was only twenty feet away from the ground. Its mouth was wide open, and flames could be seen brewing in its mouth.
Ouyang Feng narrowed his eyes slightly, without even aiming, and suddenly swung his hand to throw out the "Moon Wolf Spear".
call out!
With a shrill howl, the 108-jin Moon Wolf Spear turned into a black lightning. Almost the moment it left his hand, it crossed a distance of more than 20 feet and accurately penetrated into the flaming mouth of the flying dragon, going straight through its long neck and tearing the dragon's neck from the inside, directly tearing the slender dragon neck in half.
The Moon Wolf Spear pierced through the neck and shot the rider on the dragon's back through the heart.
The leading flying dragon and its rider were killed instantly, and the dragon's head with half of its neck attached and the huge dragon corpse spun and fell towards the manor.
The riders on the two flying dragons at the back had not yet reacted and continued to dive downwards due to inertia.
Ouyang Feng held another broken long sword in his hand, which was covered with cracks, stained with blood, and flashing with a bloodthirsty light. He then lightly kicked the ground and flew up like a roc.
After flying nearly ten feet, he met the falling dragon corpse. He stepped on the dragon corpse, ran a few big steps on the dragon's back, and kicked hard again, using the force to fly more than ten feet and met the second flying dragon. Just as the rider on the dragon's back was shocked and wanted to command the flying dragon to spit fire at him, the "Blood Drinking" magic sword in his hand had already swung out a cold and sharp cold light like a white rainbow.
puff!
With a slight sound, the dragon scales that were said to be invulnerable to swords and spears were like rotten wood and thin paper under the white rainbow blade. The dragon's neck was broken on the spot where the blade passed, and the dragon's head was separated from the dragon's neck and fell towards the manor below.
Ouyang Feng stepped on the dragon's head again, using the force to fly to the dragon's back, and cut off the knight's head with a knife. He took two more steps on the dragon's back, using the force again to fly, rushing towards the last flying dragon.
[The second chapter will be released in the afternoon, please give me your monthly votes! ]
(End of this chapter)
