Comprehensive martial arts: Master Longhu, picking up corpses Xuanyuan Qingfeng

Chapter 35

"What do you want to do?"

After watching Zhang Zhiwei blast him away with a palm, another palm slapped over, and Murong Fu's face changed greatly.

You can't get up from the ground.

The whole person rolled back, like a donkey rolling, directly to the other side.

"Murong Gongzi, didn't you come from the Murong Clan, an aunt who prides herself on being from a thousand-year-old family? Why are you rolling on the ground like a dog now?

Zhang Zhiwei grinned.

However, with one hand, with an even more majestic internal force, he suddenly shot towards the land where Murong Fu had just fallen.

"Zhang Zhiwei, don't deceive people too much."

Seeing that Zhang Zhiwei was about to slap him again, Murong Fu was suddenly anxious, and he cursed in anger, but feeling the fierce palm wind contained in Zhang Zhiwei's palm, he looked shocked, and he couldn't stand firm, and quickly rolled smoothly and rolled in another direction.

Boom!

Just as Murong Fu rolled away from that ground.

Zhang Zhiwei's palm also slammed on the ground.

Boom!

The whole ground suddenly trembled.

A large handprint appeared on the ground, surrounded by cracks like spider webs. It's a huge stretch of tens of feet.

The pupils of everyone present shrank, and their eyes looked at the palm print that appeared on the ground with fear.

If this palm really hit Murong Fu.

Even if Murong Fu is not dead, he is afraid that he will be seriously injured in an instant, and the foundation of martial arts for decades will be destroyed.

Think about Murong Fu's domineering appearance before, and then look at the embarrassment now.

I don't know why everyone has a sense of relief in their hearts.

But who would have thought that things would turn out this way in the first place?

Zhang Zhiwei's strength, who could have predicted that it would be so terrifying?

On the other side, Murong Fu also looked at the palm print that appeared on the ground with the same fear.

Endless regret rose in my heart.

I already knew that Zhang Zhiwei was so strong.

He will not provoke Zhang Zhiwei if he kills.

"Zhang Zhiwei stop, stop, I admit defeat in this battle!"

Seeing a sharp palm wind fall again, seeing Murong Fu's eyelids jumping dramatically, his figure rolled into the distance again before he had time to stand firmly.

Boom!

At the moment when Murong just got out.

Zhang Zhiwei's palm fell again.

Everyone standing on the ground couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva.

He couldn't help but look at Murong Fu with some gloating.

You Murong Fu, you will also have today?

Bang.

Caught off guard, Murong Fu's head suddenly hit the cliff rock on the side of the road, and the bluestone instantly shattered, and even the jade hair crown with Murong Fu's head shattered to the ground.

The neat hair became messy in an instant.

Wisps of red blood slowly dripped down Murong Fu's forehead.

It made Murong Fu's whole person look like a ghost.

It's scary.

But Murong Fu couldn't care about this, and roared bitterly:

"Zhang Zhiwei, how the hell are you willing to give up, I have already admitted defeat, why don't you let me go."

Murong Fu roared bitterly.

"Can I let you go if I admit defeat? Murong Fu, are you mentally handicapped?

Zhang Zhiwei sneered and said coldly, "Maybe you forgot your aggressive look just now."

Your servant came out to find me, and when I didn't see it, the servant started directly, what if I Zhang Zhiwei didn't have two brushes?

Later, your servant was defeated by me, and you, the master, came out with a hypocritical look and continued to force me?

Did I take care of you?

I'll just reject you.

But what about you?

Still aggressive!

I took another step back, did not strike with you, bypassed you, kept walking,

and the result?

Are you still forcing me to shoot?

Okay, now I'm as you wish.

Shot.

As a result, you are defeated.

And then you call me aggressive again?

Murong Fu, Murong Fu.

It's also reason if you open your mouth, and it's reason to shut up.

How can you say that?

The moral high ground has been taken up by you, then I can only be unreasonable.

Zhang Zhiwei looked at Murong Fu coldly and walked towards Murong Fu step by step.

With each step Zhang Zhiwei took, Murong Fu took a hurried step back.

Zhang Zhiwei smiled: "It's a pity that I don't want to reason with you now, I just want to tear you to pieces slowly."

Don't you like to be condescending, and you like to persecute others just because you are in the top ten of the King Kong list?

Don't you like to be condescending, feeling that you are the descendant of the so-called thousand-year-old family Gusu Murong, and everyone wants to listen to you?

Don't you like to impose your will on others?

It's okay, let's take our time. The

voice fell.

Zhang Zhiwei paused in his steps, raised his hand and slapped it again, and suddenly slapped down towards the place where Murong Fu had just stood.

Boom!

Another earth-shattering roar suddenly sounded.

Feeling the fierce palm wind contained in Zhang Zhiwei's palm, Murong Fu's figure trembled, and he fled behind him with a rolling belt: "Zhang Zhiwei, you are the devil, you are the devil."

Murong Fu roared bitterly.

However, he didn't wait for two steps to run.

A terrifying wave of qi suddenly struck.

Bang.

Murong Fu's body was shocked, and the whole person flew out directly upside down again.

Smash hard on the ground in the distance.

Blood flowed from his mouth like a fountain, and in the blink of an eye, the white robe had already been dyed into a blood robe.

His eyes were filled with unprecedented fear.

"Zhang

Zhiwei, you..." However, before he could finish his sentence, he watched Zhang Zhiwei stride towards him again.

Murong Fu's pupils instantly shrank.

Before Zhang Zhiwei's palm fell.

Murong Fu's figure suddenly trembled, and the whole person began to hold a headache and cry, tears well: "I was wrong, Zhang Zhiwei oh, I was really wrong, don't fight, don't fight."

While crying, he knelt in front of Zhang Zhiwei like a mad dog and kowtowed repeatedly.

"Huh."

Zhang Zhiwei sneered.

Reaching out and deliberately probing again, before Zhang Zhiwei's palm fell.

Murong Fu was so frightened that he quickly hugged the head turtle and shrunk on the ground, not daring to lift his head.

"Huh, that's it?"

Zhang Zhiwei sneered and glanced at Murong Fu coldly.

Just when Murong Fu just thought that Zhang Zhiwei was completely gone.

Zhang Zhiwei's figure turned suddenly, raised his hand and directly slapped Murong Fu's neck, and the murderous intent in his eyes did not decrease in the slightest: "Murong Fu, don't try to play any tricks for me, if you dare, I don't mind killing you now." "

No... Can't.

Murong Fu swallowed a mouthful of saliva and stammered.

Zhang Zhiwei, sneered.

Immediately, with a wave of his hand.

Murong Fu's figure was like a kite with a broken thread, and it flew out in an instant.

Thundered.

A violent collision sounded.

Murong Fu's figure completely crashed into the mountain body of Mount Wumei.

The moment his figure fell.

A dagger slowly fell from Murong Fu's sleeve.

It was Murong Fu who wanted to secretly calculate Zhang Zhiwei's dagger, but unfortunately it was detected by Zhang Zhiwei in advance.

As a result, he almost cost Murong Fu his own life.

"Gongzi."

"Cousin."

"Young Master."

Watching Murong Fu smash into the mountain, three harsh roars sounded.

Bao was different, Wang Yuyan, and A Zhu three figures moved, and quickly ran towards Murong Fu.

"Why don't you just kill him a hundred?"

Xuan Wei blinked his ruddy little mouth, and said with some eagerness: "Do you want me to go up and mend the knife for you, Gusu Murong Clan is good, but compared with my Yin Kui Sect, it is a little worse after all, I will kill him for you, I won't charge you a silver or two, how?"

"I am Cihang Jing'an, and I am willing to serve."

Shifei Xuan added.

"Shifei Xuan, you provoke me to provoke."

Seeing that Shifei Xuan spoke, before Zhang Zhiwei could speak, Xuanxian stared at Shifei Xuan.

However, Shifei Xuan smiled and said nothing.

Seeing this, Zhang Zhiwei could only shake his head helplessly, and said with a smile: "If Murong Fu is a person like Qingcheng Sixiu, he will kill if he kills, but for Murong Fu is not the kind of person like Qingcheng Xisixiu, what he cares about is face, and what he enjoys is the feeling of being superior everywhere, and today's battle has made him lose face."

Next, it will only be more uncomfortable for him to live than to die,

so why kill?

Zhang Zhiwei looked at Xuan and Shifei Xuan suspiciously.

"Huh."

Qiuqiu smiled.

Not sure why.

Looking at Zhang Zhiwei's clear eyes, the harmless appearance of humans and animals.

He had a creepy feeling at the moment.

"Tiny."

At this moment, an exclamation suddenly came from nowhere in the crowd.

A figure.

Like a ghost.