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Wu Xin clasped her hands together and said seriously, but she had no intention of giving in.

"If I let someone die, no one in the world can save him!"

Feng Wuhen snarled, exerted force with his feet, bypassed Wuxin, and attacked Murong Bo's face with his palm!

But Wuxin didn't seem to intend to give up, and once again appeared in front of Feng Wuhen in a flash, blocking the way.

But this time, Feng Wuhen didn't intend to stop, and slapped Wuxin with his right palm like lightning!

Wuxin was taken aback, and hastily swung the same palm, facing Feng Wuhen's right palm!

There was a loud noise, and the two palms intersected instantly!

Immediately afterwards, Wuxin's face paled instantly, and he couldn't help but backed up again and again, hitting the wall heavily, and opened his mouth to spit out a mouthful of blood!

With just one move, you can score points!

Not to mention the present, even the former Feng Wuhen and Wuxin were no opponents at all.

Wuxin clutched her chest, looking at Feng Wuhen, the surprise in her eyes was extremely obvious.

He didn't expect that compared with Feng Wuhen now, he couldn't even catch a single move!

Feng Wuhen looked at the seriously injured Wuxin, frowning slightly.

Stubborn people are sometimes far more hateful than unreasonable people.

Wuxin is such a person.

He didn't use all his strength just now, otherwise Wuxin would have already died under his hands!

"If the master continues to obstruct, Shaolin Temple will definitely pay a heavy price for it!"

Feng Wuhen looked at Wuxin and said coldly.

Hearing Feng Wuhen's words, Wuxin sighed, and slowly looked at Murong Bo.

"The matter has come to this, and the old monk has nothing to do, so you can do it yourself."

Wuxin looked at Murong Bo and said slowly.

These words undoubtedly pronounced Murong Bo's death sentence.

In fact, he already knew about Murong Bo's going down the mountain privately, but he didn't point it out, let alone stop him, just like he didn't stop Murong Bo when he first came to Shaolin Temple to learn martial arts secretly more than ten years ago, he thought that the prodigal son would always Looking back, you will eventually go on the right path.

But looking at it now, it was too late.

After listening to Wuxin's words, Murong Bo suddenly laughed, the laughter was full of insidiousness and arrogance.

Immediately afterwards, the door of the secret room that was closed at an unknown time opened again, and more than a dozen people covered with black cloth came out, escorting several Shaolin monks, with the knives in their hands on the necks of several monks. .

Seeing this scene, Wuxin instantly became decadent and looked at Murong Bo in disbelief.

It turned out that Murong Bo had already left behind.

"The Kyushu martial arts are now fighting against Tianya Haige, now is the best time to kill Feng Wuhen! If Shaolin wants to stand by and watch, he will become the enemy of the entire martial arts!"

Murong Bo looked at Wuxin, and said with a sneer, the humble expression just now has long since disappeared...

Chapter 2 Causal Loop

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"Xuanhu! Until now, why are you still so obsessed with it! There is no limit to the sea of ​​suffering, so turn your head and be right!"

Wuxin looked at Murong Bo, shook his head, and said in disappointment.

Originally, he wholeheartedly hoped that Murong Bo would change his mind one day and let go of all the grievances and grievances in the mortal world, but he didn't expect that Murong Bo not only had no repentance, but intensified it instead.

"shut up!"

"As a descendant of Dayan, how can I forget the hatred of subjugation! My Murong family in Gusu was born to live for the restoration of Dayan. If I can't fulfill my ancestor's last wish, I will be like walking dead!"

Murong Bo roared emotionally, his eyes were full of hatred, some towards Shaolin Temple, and some towards Feng Wuhen.

After decades of painstaking efforts, he never expected to fail again and again, how could he be reconciled? !

"Dragging the Murong family into a bottomless abyss for a last wish that can never be fulfilled, you father and son are really pitiful."

Feng Wuken looked at the hysterical Murong Bo, sneered, and said flatly.

Murong Bo narrowed his eyes, looked at Feng Wuhen fiercely, and clenched his fists tightly.

But at this moment, a trace of desperate struggle flashed in his eyes, with pain, blame, and disappointment.

Because he saw his son.

Just when Feng Wuhen's words fell, Lan Jian had already escorted Murong Fu, who was tied up, into the Sutra Pavilion slowly.

Along the way, Murong Fu and Feng Wuhen stayed in the carriage together.

He was also the only one who was lucky enough to ride in the same carriage with Feng Wuhen.

Not because of anything else, but because in Feng Wuhen's eyes, he is already a dead person.

"Well..."

Murong Fu opened his mouth excitedly, talking about something.

But his mouth was already stuffed with rags, and no one could hear what he was saying.

"Let him go!"

Murong Bo moved his eyes excitedly, kept looking at Feng Wuhen and Murong Fu, and shouted loudly.

But Feng Wuhen shook his head, looked at Murong Bo coldly, and didn't pay attention at all.

"Let him go! Otherwise I'll kill these stinky monks!"

Murong Bo pointed to the few monks controlled by his subordinates, and said coldly.

He wanted to threaten it.

But Feng Wuhen still ignored it, instead he raised his hand and gestured to Lan Jian.

Lan Jian understood immediately, swung down the long sword in his hand, and instantly cut off Murong Fu's left arm up to his shoulder!

"Um..."

A painful moan and groan came faintly from Murong Fu's mouth, big beads of sweat quickly rolled down his cheeks, and his whole body convulsed in pain.

"Fu'er!"

Murong Bo roared, turned around and walked up to one of his men, grabbed the knife from his hand, swung it down, and killed a monk in front of him!

This seems to be the only revenge and threat he can make so far.

But Feng Wuhen looked at all that happened in front of him, there was hardly any emotion on his face, he still had that slight sneer, and looked at Murong Bo with disdain.

The life and death of others has nothing to do with him since a long time ago.

There are many people in the world, but in his eyes, there are only two kinds of people, those in Tianyahaige and others.

"Let my son go! Otherwise, all these people will die because of you!"

Murong Bo stared at Feng Wuhen, said fiercely, his face turned red.

But Feng Wuhen still shook his head, and raised his hand again.

Immediately afterwards, Lan Jian swung his sword again, instantly cutting off Murong Fu's legs!

"Ugh..."

A desperate scream came from Murong Fu's mouth again, but because it was stuffed with rags, it sounded like weeping bitterly.

"stop!"

"what on earth do you want?!"

Murong Bo stared at Feng Wuhen, and asked panting.

"kill him!"

Feng Wuhen pointed at Wuxin, and said lightly.

After hearing Feng Wuhen's words, Murong Bo's and Wuxin's expressions changed at the same time, as if they didn't understand what Feng Wuhen meant for a while.

"No..."

"Don't hurt Master Wuxin..."

"Xuanhu, you are already a member of Shaolin, don't be presumptuous!"

The few remaining monks watched Murong Bo walking slowly towards Wuxin with the knife in hand, struggling and shouting loudly.

But Murong Bo acted as if he didn't hear, and walked towards Wuxin step by step, his eyes were full of viciousness.

Seeing Murong Bo's face full of sternness and resentment slowly walking towards him, Wuxin couldn't help sighing, finally realized that he was wrong from the beginning.

Maybe because there was too much commotion inside, Xuannan also rushed into the Sutra Pavilion with someone, just in time to see Murong Bo walking towards Wuxin with a knife in his hand.

"Xuanhu! Stop! What are you doing?!"

Xuannan was shocked and shouted sharply, but seeing that the other party was controlling several monks, he didn't dare to act rashly for a while.

Wuxin closed her eyes, as if she had accepted her ending.

Although he was seriously injured, he still had the ability to fight back, but he seemed to want to give up.

Some mistakes, he can not face.

Murong Bo walked in front of Wuxin, raised the knife in his hand, gritted his teeth, and swung it down viciously!

At this moment, he had already forgotten all the kindness that Wuxin had given him.

But at this moment, a black figure suddenly flashed, swung a palm with lightning speed, and instantly hit Murong Bo's heavenly spirit!

Immediately afterwards, a silver light suddenly appeared and disappeared in a blink of an eye!

Looking at the dozen or so people whose faces were covered with black cloths, their eyes were already staring in horror, and they fell straight in a pool of blood. A crack appeared on their throats at the same time, and a trace of blood was slowly oozing out. !

Feng Wuhen made a move!

This time, he didn't watch Wuxin die under Murong Bo's sword.

Everyone looked in horror at Feng Wuhen who had killed Murong Bo and a dozen men in black in the blink of an eye, with a stiff expression.

Too fast, too fast to be done in one go, so fast to be merciless.

Wuxin slowly opened her eyes, and found that the one standing in front of her was no longer Murong Bo, but Feng Wuhen.

Immediately afterwards, he saw Murong Bo lying at his feet, he couldn't help frowning, and felt mixed feelings for a moment.

"People in the world regard you as a divine monk who is above the abbot in Shaolin Temple, but in my opinion, you are just a poor person who thinks that the six elements are empty."

"In order to influence a person, you turn a blind eye to what he does, or even blindly let it go. It is too selfish, and too infatuated with the Dharma. You have violated the two precepts of greed, hatred and ignorance without knowing it."

"If you had exposed the identities of Murong Bo and Xiao Yuanshan ten years ago, there would have been no Shaolin Temple war later, and if you had stopped Murong Bo immediately after he found out that his ruthless nature had not changed, wars would not have erupted on the border of Tianbu Prefecture, causing the loss of life. ! What happened today will not happen.”

"Everything has a cycle of cause and effect, and what happened today is all the cause you planted."

"Just do it yourself."

Feng Wuhen looked at Wuxin, and said a lot word by word.

He also seemed to suddenly become a little emotional.

Hearing Feng Wuhen's words, Wuxin froze in place, as if he had realized a lot at once, his eyes were full of self-blame and shame.

But Feng Wuhen had already turned around and walked out slowly.

"Kill it."

Passing behind Lan Jian, Feng Wuhen said three words lightly, and walked out of the scripture storage pavilion.

Without the slightest hesitation, Lan Jian swung the long sword down again, piercing Murong Fu's chest with one sword, and turned around to follow behind Feng Wuhen.

No one stopped him, just silently watching the two people who gradually disappeared from sight, with awe on their faces.

In a pool of blood, Murong Fu and his son fell silently on the ground, having already swallowed their last breath.

Perhaps, they never imagined in their dreams that they would end up like this...

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