Chapter 71: Sword Control

But this Crane Controlling Technique is simply the nemesis of this type of technique. Murong Ji subconsciously thought of someone, Qiao Feng, the Dragon Capturing Technique!

Murong Ji's heart trembled, and he released three sword energies again. With just the Six Meridians Divine Sword, he forced Jiumozhi to retreat several meters.

After landing, he quickly adjusted his breathing, beads of sweat the size of beans dripped from his forehead. He looked so embarrassed. He looked at Murong Ji with a serious face. He was only twenty years old, but he had such skills!

Who would believe it? ! !
This is as outrageous as a baby killing an adult alone.

[Although Murong Ji was a little immature in terms of combat experience, he fought me to a draw, which was truly amazing.]

[The Central Plains is full of talented people, they really can’t be underestimated! ]

Jiumozhi carefully observed Murong Ji's condition and his face froze again.

Murong Ji exhaled a breath of foul air, moved his body, and began to sweat slightly, but he felt very comfortable, as if he had been washed clean from the inside out.

It was as if he had just left a big bathhouse in the northeast, comfortable and relaxed. He felt that he could still fight Jiumozhi for hundreds of rounds without any weakness, because of his abundant internal strength.

And the supply is endless.

Looking at his hands, Murong Ji's heart was burning with excitement. This sword technique was definitely inherited from Lu Zu!
No one else can achieve such miraculous effects except Lu Zu!
The five monks nearby were somewhat surprised that Murong Ji had really learned the Six Meridians Divine Sword. They could not help but look at Duan Zhengming with eyes full of praise.

Duan Zhengming was the emperor after all, and his mind and vision were much greater than theirs.

They were not quite sure about the power of the complete Six Meridians Divine Sword, but the power of Murong Ji's three swords was truly overbearing.

They thought it would be difficult for them to take the sword.

Many people say that whether a martial art is good or bad does not matter, it mainly depends on who is practicing it, such as Qiao Feng.

But the problem is, Qiao Feng, who practices the Dragon Subduing Palm, is definitely more powerful than those who practice any other miscellaneous palm techniques.

"My dear nephew Murong, you are truly amazing! I admire you."

The next moment, Jiumozhi suddenly attacked with a flaming knife!

The speed is not much slower than Murong Ji's sword-wielding technique.

Murong Ji flicked his sleeves, and the flaming knife was directly thrown to the side.

Then he took a step forward, his face solemn. The knife was too fast and he almost failed to catch it in a hurry.

Murong Ji put his hands together, six sword energies swirled around him, and he was about to fly out with the sword like a dragon.

Duan Zhengming suddenly said, "Nephew Murong, you are no match for him in terms of experience, so you might as well be more straightforward..."

Murong Ji was stunned for a moment, then he suddenly realized!

I was being stupid. I couldn't beat him in terms of combat experience! I still wanted to fight him with skills and experience. What else could I do but be stupid?

He thought of a word: one force can break all laws!

That night, he was also reckless and that's why Li Qiu Shui suffered a loss!
When he looked at Jiumozhi again, his eyes were different.

The next moment, Jiumozhi slashed with his palm, and six sword energies from Murong Ji's body pierced rapidly.

It doesn't matter what fighting techniques you use, as long as you can hit the target.

Of these six sword energies, two were completely consumed by Jiumozhi, two missed, and the remaining two fell directly on him.

Murong Ji turned around and shot out six sword energies again, silently and forcefully to retreat Jiumozhi who was trying to bully him.

The next moment, Murong Ji once again activated six sword energies and chased after Jiumozhi one after another.

Jiumozhi's face looked a little gloomy. This time he had met his match!

He leaped backwards rapidly, and used the Crane Controlling Skill to eliminate the first and second sword energies in the air!

Due to this delay, he barely managed to avoid the remaining three sword energies. He was not able to avoid the sixth sword energy after all. It was too fast and he was able to get there first in just a few breaths!
“Puff!” “Hmph!”

The sound of the sword energy entering the body and Jiumozhi's muffled groan were very small, but the people present were all first-rate masters, so they could naturally see that.

Jiumozhi was injured.

Murong Ji stopped the posture, looked at Jiumozhi, clasped his fists and said, "National Master, I'm honored."

Jiumozhi staggered back a few steps before he managed to stand firm, with a fishy and sweet taste about to surge in his throat.

He suddenly closed his mouth and swallowed the blood. He took a few slow breaths before letting out a long sigh.

"It's true that heroes emerge from youth! I was just one step short of winning."

Murong Ji saluted with a smile, but in his heart he was constantly being treacherous, and he was still unwilling to admit that he had lost.

"Master, would you like to go to Yanziwu for a visit?"

Jiumozhi's tone froze, and he refused directly, "No need! Wait until I get it..."

The next moment, his voice stopped abruptly, his face full of astonishment and disbelief! "You! What are you doing!"

Murong Ji hid his Great Compassion Palm and turned around to see that Monk Ku Rong had directly burned all of the Six Meridians Divine Sword!

Extremely straightforward, without any hesitation.

Murong Ji curled the corner of his mouth. This monk was not a good person. If he didn't know there were seven sets, he would have really believed it.

"You destroyed the manual of the Six Meridians Divine Sword! How could Master Ku Rong be so impulsive!"

Jiumozhi's voice was a little high-pitched, and Murong Ji could tell that this guy was really anxious.

"I am so sorry! Ouch!"

Murong Ji looked at him with amusement. How could Jiumozhi still have the demeanor of a great monk at this moment? He was just like himself, full of scheming and calculation, a typical villain.

When you see someone who is just like you, or even worse than you, at least you dare to admit it. How can you not feel happy when you are only fifty steps away from being a hundred steps away?

"Hahaha, I did take fifty steps less after all! I can still turn back!"

Jiumozhi wanted to turn back, but it was not easy. It would be almost impossible without paying some price.

Murong Ji's sudden laughter made everyone present feel a little puzzled, only Duan Yu smiled awkwardly.

He is not stupid, but very smart, and can see through many things. As for what kind of person Murong Ji is, he can't say for sure.

But when it comes to myself, I protect myself in every way.

As he was laughing, Murong Ji suddenly stopped smiling. This abnormal behavior made him look like a madman.

"Nephew Murong, are you... okay?"

Murong Ji glanced at the people around him and shook his head at Duan Zhengming, "I have some insights, don't worry."

Who am I?

Murong Ji felt like a toad, a hammer at the bottom of a well.

Master Zhang Boduan built a ladder for him to climb out of the well. Shi Liaoyuan held the ladder tightly at the well mouth, fearing that he would fall down accidentally.

And what about me? I was running around at the bottom of the well, not even knowing what a ladder was!
"Master, I am the only one who knows the Six Meridians Divine Sword now."

Jiumozhi said nothing, but bowed his head and clasped his hands together.

Murong Ji straightened his clothes and bowed to Duan Zhengming and the other monks. "My nephew has other things to do, so I'll take my leave today."

(End of this chapter)