Martial Arts Begins and Marries Wang Yuyan

Wan Fang's tone was completely different from before, as if he was a different person: "If you admit your mistake to me now, I may be able to spare your lives."

Zhuge Qingyun looked at his triumphant look and couldn't help but spit: "Bah, you old man, who dared to say this to your face?"

"Look at your face, it looks like the rags from my third aunt's house. It's smelly and hard."

"You're quite old, so you should accumulate some virtue for yourself!"

Wan Fang sneered: "Oh, you really don't have to drink wine as a penalty, so don't blame me for being rude."

He slowly took half a step back and turned his head to look at Shu Ran, who was wearing a black robe: "Go! Kill them!"

Wan Yiyi patted Shu Ran on the shoulder and said softly: "Brother Shu Ran, everything depends on you."

"Okay!" As a hoarse voice fell, Shu Ran's figure disappeared instantly.

The father and daughter of the Wan family retreated quietly and hid under the eaves of the Zen room.

Zhuge Qingyun looked at the person who suddenly disappeared and couldn't help but be confused: "What are you doing?"

However, at the next moment, he clearly felt a strange movement coming from behind him.

Before he could look back, Murong Fu pulled him aside first and pushed him hard.

Zhuge Qingyun involuntarily took a few steps back. When he stood still, the scene in front of him shocked him.

At this time, Shu Ran was fighting with Murong Fu, and it was like forming an invisible barrier between the two, isolating everyone.

What surprised him was that Shu Ran was seriously injured and was obviously about to die, but now he seemed to be fine.

In fact, his strength has improved by more than a little bit compared to before.

It can be said that this person seemed to have undergone a complete transformation in an instant, and every move was not the same as before.

Murong Fu was obviously aware of this, and even after the fight, he did not forget to check his pulse.

Unfortunately, nothing was found.

At this time, the fight between the two was at its peak, and the moves of both sides were so fast that people could not see clearly.

Wan Fang glanced at the battlefield in admiration and couldn't help but say: "Sure enough, this strength is extraordinary."

After hearing this, Dongfang Bubai rolled his eyes at him: "Fart, I think he can't even compare to Fulang's fingers."

"Then let's just wait and see!" Wan Yiyi snorted coldly and said.

I saw a flash of surprise on the horizon, Murong Fu holding the [Taiyi Split Light Sword], as if a god had descended.

Golden light was released all over the body, and with endless pressure, it fell from the sky and struck down.

Shu Ran's exposed eyes flashed, and then his body moved away in an extremely twisted form like a ghost.

His hands passed through his lower limbs, and his entire torso twisted half a circle. The aura erupting from his body actually bounced Murong Fu away.

Zhuge Qingyun and others couldn't help but sweat in their hearts, their eyes revealed fear and worry.

The scene in front of him was really beyond common sense. Shu Ran seemed to have no bones in his body, twisting back and forth like a puddle of mud.

In just a moment, he followed Murong Fu's moves and got closer to him little by little.

A sharp light flashed in Murong Fu's eyes, and his movements became faster and faster, the sword shadows flew around, and afterimages flashed out one after another.

Shu Ran's face hidden under the black cloth smiled sarcastically: "Don't waste your efforts, you are no match for me!"

"You don't even dare to show your true face to others, so I'm still afraid of you, a monster who is neither a human nor a ghost?" Murong Fu was not afraid of him at all and spoke back.

"Go to hell!" Shu Ran suddenly flew up from the air, his body constantly twisting and circling, and his whole body exuded a blood-red aura.

He clenched his fists tightly, flickering with a faint light, and punched out.

"Bang!" With a sound, the two people faced each other with their fists, and a golden and red light suddenly exploded in mid-air.

Everyone present was affected one after another, and their bodies were beaten backwards. It took them a long time to regain their balance.

Zhuge Qingyun touched his chin, his eyes always falling on Shu Ran: "Something is wrong, something is so wrong!"

Miaoyi Nu Bodhisattva also noticed something and said softly: "What's wrong?"

"Tell me, what's wrong?" Dongfang Bubai watched the battle situation become anxious, and he was even more worried in his heart, fearing that Murong Fu would be hurt in some way.

Zhuge Qingyun narrowed his eyes and said with some disbelief: "I always feel that this Shu Ran seems to have practiced some evil magic."

"Evil magic?" the two women said in unison.

Wan Fang naturally heard the conversation between several people and said smugly: "Tsk, tsk, tsk, how about it? No matter how powerful Murong Fu is, he will never be Shu Ran's opponent now."

"You!" Dongfang Bubai stared at him with his eyes, as if he could spit out flames.

Seeing that she was a little out of control, Bodhisattva Miaoyi stepped forward and patted her shoulder, comforting her: "Calm down, we have to believe in Fu Lang."

"Um!"

During this conversation, Murong Fu and Shu Ran had passed hundreds of moves, and they were still indifferent.

The two people's eyes collided in mid-air, sparks faintly bursting out, staring at each other.

Suddenly, the breeze gently brushed their cheeks, their clothes flew around, and they made movements at the same time.

Shu Ran was using his bare hands and his body was spinning rapidly in mid-air, approaching Murong Fu's appearance.

Naturally, the latter was not a vegetarian. Seeing the attack coming closer and closer, the long sword was thrown into the air.

Holding his hands slightly, the move of [Broken Sword Technique] once again appeared in his mind.

He closed his eyes slightly, and his body began to move slowly and gently with the little person in his mind.

It seems that now he is not on the battlefield at all, but standing in his own back garden.

Zhuge Qingyun looked at his movements and shouted anxiously: "Brother Murong, what are you doing! That bitch has already hit you!"

"Be careful!" Dongfang Bubai couldn't help but remind him, his voice trembling slightly unnoticeably.

Although Bodhisattva Miaoyi looked calm on the surface, her hand that kept playing with the Buddha was trembling slightly.

Wan Fang had already imagined the scene of Shu Ran penetrating Murong Fu's body, with a smile as bright as a chrysanthemum on his face:

"Haha, your invincible Murong Fu may really fall here this time!"

Under everyone's gaze, Shu Ran's moves descended from the sky with the power to destroy the world.

Murong Fu, on the other hand, stood there with his eyes closed and didn't move at all, giving the impression that he had fallen asleep.

The corners of Shu Ran's mouth under the veil slowly rose, her fingers slowly bent, and black and sharp nails suddenly appeared.