Murong Fu Dongfangqing

Hao Datong's heart trembled, he saluted slightly and said: "So it's the young master of the Murong family, this witch is full of blood, she killed countless innocent people, I was ordered by the head teacher to take her to Zhongnan Mountain to be disciplined, and return her Please help me, my lord."

Murong Fu shook his head and said: "I can't agree to this, but I can guarantee that I will never let her kill an innocent person again, and I ask the Taoist priest to help me."

At this moment, a voice said: "Who do you think you are, Murong's family? You have never heard of it, why do you guarantee it!" Murong Fu turned his head to look, but it was a young fat Taoist.

"Oh? Could it be that the name of Murong's family has been forgotten by Jianghu!" Murong Fu said calmly.

Hao Datong's complexion changed, and he glanced at the disciple, Zhao Zhijing immediately knew something was wrong, and shouted: "Qingdu shut up, it's your turn to intervene here." Lu Qingdu resentfully stopped talking.

But Murong Fu slowly drew out the long sword behind his back and said: "Since I don't take my Murong family seriously, I dare to ask the Taoist priest to teach you how to use swords."

Hao Datong wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to let Li Mochou, a hot potato, but he didn't know that his disciple didn't live up to it, and he provoked a hotter one as soon as he said it, so he had no choice but to fight at the moment, "Okay, swords have no eyes, young master be careful."

Murong Fu squeezed the sword formula with his left hand, took a half step with his left foot, held the sword in his right hand, and slowly pointed to the upper right side obliquely, it was the "Dingyang style" of Quanzhen swordsmanship.

All the disciples in the arena saw that Murong Fu used extremely familiar moves, and they all exclaimed: "Quanzhen sword skills!", "How can he also know Quanzhen sword skills?".

Some disciples who wanted to understand said things like "the Murong family has a wealth of treasures", "there is even a Quanzhen swordsmanship".Grandma Sun and Li Mochou retreated slowly.

Hao Datong's expression was quite dignified. The young man's gesture looked ordinary to others, but he could see that the young man's spirit, aura, momentum, and style were all just right. To practice so flawlessly, a little bit of talent A poor person may not be able to do it in a lifetime.

It can be seen that this young man is not only extremely talented, but also has a lot of attainments in Quanzhen swordsmanship.Immediately, Hao Datong squeezed the sword formula with his left hand, stepped half a step diagonally with his right foot, and placed the long sword across his chest.

Murong Fu was in front of Hao Datong in a blink of an eye, he made continuous sword moves, and greeted Hao Datong's big acupoints all over his body.

Hao Datong was startled, originally according to the rules of the world, he is a martial arts senior, and the opponent is a child, so he should make three moves first, but this young man is extremely fast, if he makes three moves first, he might be dead on the spot.

Immediately, he didn't care about the rules of the rivers and lakes, and used his Quanzhen swordsmanship to defend with all his strength.

Everyone could only see a small white shadow continuously circling around the master uncle in the field, piercing the master uncle with dots of white light.But Master Uncle's sword moves were extremely slow, but he was able to block the light spot every time, and made a sound of fine iron being handed over.

Fat Daoist Lu Qingdu asked inexplicably: "Master, Master Uncle's sword is so slow, how can he block that little...little son's sword every time?" Don't lie, and change your name to the little prince.

Zhao Zhijing glared at him because he made his uncle angry just now, and said angrily, "What do you know, uncle strikes fast with slowness, as clever as clumsy, it is the highest level of swordsmanship."

Although Zhao Zhijing saw some clues, but his uncle was at a disadvantage, so he couldn't say it clearly.

The two people performed dozens of moves in the arena, Murong Fu's figure was as fast as lightning, and his moves were fierce; Hao Datong stood still, his moves were slow, but contained a simple and simple atmosphere.

If there were top experts here, one would be able to see that Murong Fu's moves stagnate occasionally, but his speed is extremely fast, which can make up for the lack of sword moves.

In fact, Murong Fu has too little experience in fighting the enemy, the sword moves he has learned are all dead, and he doesn't know how to use them flexibly, so he is the first to beat the opponent when he comes up, using the speed advantage to overwhelm the opponent, if the enemy can't make a move, he naturally doesn't use it Think about how to disassemble the opponent's moves. .m.

Although Hao Datong couldn't see Murong Fu's figure clearly, he could sense the direction of Murong Fu's sword with his swordsmanship and aura.

He was very puzzled, this young man was obviously proficient in Quanzhen swordsmanship, why the direction of his moves was very rigid, and even the moves were repeated occasionally. "Yes, yes, he is too young, after all, he has limited knowledge, so he must be less hands-on with others and doesn't know how to be flexible."

Hao Datong figured out the joints, and immediately saw Murong Fu's opening, and counterattacked with his sword, his moves were open and closed, with strong strength.

Murong Fu was caught off guard, his figure suddenly slowed down, and his moves were also clumsy.

All the Taoists in the arena saw that their master and uncle suddenly gained the upper hand, their faces were overjoyed, and they all said, "This kid can't do it anymore", "The Murong family is nothing more than that".

But they forgot that this was just a twelve or thirteen-year-old boy.Grandma Sun and Li Mochou both felt tense in their hearts, secretly thinking that if the old man made a murderous move, they would step forward and block it with all their might.

Murong Fu was very restless, every time Hao Datong used his sword, he had to think for half a breath before he could respond.

After several moves, there are more and more loopholes, if it wasn't for his internal strength not inferior to Hao Datong's and his speed, he might have been defeated already.

Hearing the Taoist's words in the audience, Murong Fu felt that today's "hero saving the beauty" would lose face, and the reputation of Murong's family would also plummet. .

He tried his best to parry several moves, Murong Fu looked very embarrassed, and a nameless anger burst out of his heart.

Since traveling to this world, either it was almost broken in the hands of Xiao Xiao, or he was careful to steal the cheats. Today, he wanted to pretend to be aggressive on a whim, but he ended up in a mess.

At the moment Murong Fu no longer cared about what kind of sword move or not, how to fight however it is convenient, how to do it however you like, such as Piaoyun swordsmanship, positive and negative Liangyi swordsmanship, jade maiden swordsmanship... just use whichever move comes to mind trick.

I saw that Murong Fu's sword technique changed suddenly, sometimes swiftly, sometimes slowly, but every move could dissolve Hao Datong's moves, and counterattack Hao Datong smoothly.

All the disciples stopped talking immediately, Hao Datong was also taken aback, he had said before that the young man Qianlu was at the end of his skills, but he didn't expect that there were still so many exquisite moves that he hadn't used, and it was like a different person, with a sudden change in style, completely Playing cards not according to common sense, Hao Datong immediately fell into a disadvantage.

After a stick of incense, it was Hao Datong's turn to be in a panic. At this time, Murong Fu's fighting became more and more smooth, his sword moves seemed to be at his fingertips, his figure gradually became elegant, with a confident smile on his face.

"If you continue like this, you will definitely lose." Hao Datong thought in his heart, and then he turned his sword and thrust out a sword incomparably fast, his wrist trembled, as if three swords were stabbing at Murong Fu at the same time, exactly "one sword transforms three." clear".

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