Chapter 123: The Undefendable Move
"Let's go." Tong Piaoyun's voice came again.

Murong Ji exhaled slowly, as if relieved from a heavy burden. He helped Tong Piaoyun up and walked out of the cave.

After leaving the cave, Duan Yanqing and Ding Chunqiu were still tied. They fought back and forth, and it was difficult to tell who was stronger and who was weaker for a while.

Murong Ji's face looked a little solemn. Duan Yanqing had old injuries, and although they had healed a little, they still had an impact. His fighting power fluctuated, making him look particularly weak.

If something went wrong during the battle...

Suddenly, Duan Yanqing's iron crutch lost its power, and when it was about to hit Ding Chunqiu, it was powerless, and Ding Chunqiu seized the opportunity.

He pounced on him suddenly, his internal force like a tide hitting the shore, and hit him with a palm. Duan Yanqing staggered a few steps and stuck his crutches on the ground, trying to maintain his balance.

The balance was maintained, but the force of the palm was quite strong, pushing Duan Yanqing back several meters, and the force remained unabated, retreating towards Murong Ji.

Murong Ji pressed his palm against Duan Yanqing's back, removing the force from him and pushing him aside.

He took a step forward, and his vigorous internal force instantly blocked Ding Chunqiu's subsequent killing move.

Ding Chunqiu's pupils shrank sharply, and he was shocked. He couldn't attack, so he simply withdrew his internal strength. After landing and standing firmly, he looked up and down at Murong Ji.

Murong Ji bowed to Ding Chunqiu with a smile on his face, "Senior, long time no see. Murong Ji greets you."

Ding Chunqiu was startled, then he remembered something and asked uncertainly: "Murong Ji? The second son of the Gusu Murong family?"

"It's me." He said, and walked towards Ding Chunqiu. His face was full of smiles, and those who didn't know would think Murong Ji had seen his grandfather.

Li Qingluo's face kept flashing through Ding Chunqiu's mind. His heart warmed as he remembered what she had said about treating the child as a support for the future.

When looking at Murong Ji, she was filled with joy, and an inexplicable sense of closeness arose spontaneously.

"Today is truly a happy event, hahahaha." He took a few steps towards Murong Ji.

Suddenly, I felt a chill down my spine. I didn't know why, but I felt uneasy.

"Watch out! He's going to kill you!"

I don't know who shouted, but Ding Chunqiu's heart sank to the bottom. He stepped back suddenly, trying to keep a safe distance.

The next moment, three palm winds came whistling.

Ding Chunqiu dodged the first two attacks fiercely, but he couldn't avoid the third one, so he thrust both palms forward and pushed forward simultaneously.

"boom!"

"puff"

Ding Chunqiu spat out a mouthful of blood, flew backwards, and landed in front of the Shaolin monk.

Monk Xuannan clasped his hands together and said "Amitabha." It was obvious that he didn't want to get involved in this matter.

Murong Ji glanced at everyone in Shaolin Temple, especially Xu Zhu who was hiding in the back, and felt annoyed.

He looked down at Ding Chunqiu and saw that he was about to recover. He no longer hesitated and used the fourth palm of the Great Compassion Palm to slap him down fiercely.

Ding Chunqiu's face was filled with astonishment and confusion. He didn't understand why Qingluo, whom he loved like a daughter, her support, her successor, wanted to kill him? ! !

He slapped the ground suddenly and leaped up, wantonly releasing his internal energy towards Murong Ji.

【poisonous?!!】

Murong Ji's heart was filled with alarm. As he slapped out the fourth palm, he saved the fifth palm and instantly encompassed a lot of internal energy around him.

He gathered the poison into his left hand and instantly released the fifth palm from his right hand.

"Be careful!" "Xu Zhu! Come back!"

Ding Chunqiu had no time to look back at the situation behind him and forcibly took the fourth palm of the Great Compassion Palm.

The palm force was so strong that it shook his internal organs and made his seven orifices bleed. Then his pupils shrank sharply. He knew that he would not be able to take the fifth palm.

Ding Chunqiu looked at Xu Zhu running over, grabbed him, and threw his palm print at him, asking him to counteract this fifth palm.

"Ding Chunqiu!" Xuan Nan shouted angrily! He suddenly jumped up, came behind Xu Zhu, grabbed him, and pressed him to the ground.

The wide monk robe covered him and directly eliminated Murong Ji's palm power. It felt as if there was endless space under his wide sleeves of the monk robe.

"The world in his sleeve?!"

Murong Ji's eyes lit up. He had seen this move in the secret book of Shaolin's 72 unique skills.

The most important thing is that the strength of this monk Xuannan is much stronger than Ding Chunqiu.

Ding Chunqiu slumped on a rock, breathing heavily, wiped the blood off his face with his sleeve, and took some pills to regulate his breathing.

He had already consumed a lot of physical and internal strength when fighting Duan Yanqing, and now he felt a little weak when facing Murong Ji.

But at this moment, physical fatigue was nothing. The sadness in his heart was tormenting him. Before he knew it, Ding Chunqiu's eyes were wet.

Doesn't he have a caring younger generation in this world? ! !
Then his eyes flashed with coldness. If that was the case, this boy must not be allowed to stay! [We must get rid of this scourge for Qingluo as soon as possible! ]

Murong Ji's eyes swept over Xu Zhu coldly. If he hadn't been nosy, Ding Chunqiu would have been dead by now.

"Donor Murong, it is not easy to be born as a human, like a blind turtle entering a floating wood. Please be kind and put away your murderous intentions." Xu Zhu looked at Murong Ji devoutly, hoping to influence him with Buddhism.

"Puff!" Murong Ji was instantly outraged and laughed. "Haha, you have a kind heart like a bodhisattva, which makes you look noble! Xu Zhu, what's the meaning of Buddhism having angry-eyed Vajra?!"

Xu Zhu was timid and said nothing. "This, this..." After thinking for a while, he scratched his bald head and said, "My Buddhist teachings are shallow and I can't follow."

Murong Ji's face was filled with murderous intent, and he roared, "You still think your own Buddhist teachings are shallow? ! ! Then go and learn your Buddha! If you can't even save yourself, how can you save others!"

He suddenly clawed at Xu Zhu, grabbing the Tianshan Zhemei technique in his hand.

"Amitabha, benefactor Murong, I am a young monk in this temple and I don't know the depth of the world. I hope you can forgive me."

Murong Ji's eyes turned cold, but he did not stop. Xuan Nan sighed and pushed Xu Zhu aside.

The sleeves of the monk's robes were lifted up, and a fist force suddenly came out from the sleeves.

Another hidden secret!

Murong Ji used his power to move the stars, and also sent out the poison palm. "Be careful, it's poisonous."

Murong Ji's reminder made Xuan Nan avoid the palm force instead of taking it head-on.

The next moment Murong Ji rushed forward and used the Great Compassion Palm three times in a row. The palm force was fierce, but two of them missed, and the third palm was hastily received by Xuan Nan.

"Dump Dump"

He took three steps back and steadied his body, but he was unable to relieve the force and had to hold on. A fishy and sweet taste gushed out of his throat, which he could not hide and flowed down from the corners of his mouth.

Seeing Murong Ji attacking again, it didn't seem like an attempt to defeat the enemy, but more like a vent, a vent for the resentment in his heart.

Xuan Nan gritted his teeth, stepped forward, and punched him in the face!
Murong Ji fought desperately, trying to absorb the punch and use it for his own benefit.

The next moment, his pupils shrank, and the fist mark hit his chest directly, causing Murong Ji to stagger and stop his attack.

(End of this chapter)