Martial Arts Begins and Marries Wang Yuyan

Those dark shadows were getting closer and closer, and finally, their faces were clearly shown in front of everyone. They were the elites of the Tianxiahui.

Murong Fu stood at the gate of the mansion, staring at these enemies with cold eyes, and a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth: "Xiong Ba, what do you mean?"

In the distance, a tall man wearing golden armor slowly walked out, that was Xiong Ba. A glint of pride flashed in his eyes: "Murong Fu, do you really think you can stop me with your little manpower? I will keep your life here tonight!"

Murong Fu snorted coldly, exuding an unyielding aura: "Xiongba, I know you are well prepared for this time, but do you think you can even take a step into Murong's mansion with a bunch of bastards like you?"

Xiongba laughed: "Murong Fu, don't be too confident. Do you think I just brought these people?"

As his words fell to the ground, more black shadows came from all directions, each of them was a master of the Tianxiahui. Their figures were agile, and the weapons in their hands shone with cold light. They were obviously carefully selected elite troops.

Qian Tong frowned, pulled out his long sword, and stood beside Murong Fu: "Master, tonight is destined to be a bloody battle."

Bai Ling said calmly: "Although the Tianxiahui has many people, we have the right to defeat them."

Huai Kong and Huai Mie looked at each other, then quickly flew forward, forming a defensive circle around Murong Fu and the others.

Nie Feng suddenly suggested: "Master, we can use the secret passage in the medicine shop to retreat temporarily and wait for the opportunity to take action."

Murong Fu shook his head: "This is my house, and I will never run away in the face of battle. If I can't even defend my home, how can I, Murong Fu, have the dignity to live in this world?"

The night was getting darker, and in the sky, only the cold moonlight illuminated the earth below. In the square in front of Murong's Mansion, people from the Tianxiahui were confronting the disciples of Murong's Mansion. Everyone's eyes were full of fighting intent.

There was a hint of determination between Mingyue's brows. She slowly raised the soft sword in her hand and gritted her teeth and said, "Xiong Ba, do you really think we are afraid of you?"

A master next to Xiong Ba laughed and said: "A little girl dares to be so presumptuous in front of me."

A cold light flashed in Mingyue's eyes: "Then come and try it, my little girl is so powerful."

Duan Lang also held his long knife tightly, ready to take action at any time. He looked at the people of Tianxiahui coldly: "You guys are just looking for death."

Among the people of the Tianxiahui, a man in green clothes came out. This man was one of the four great Vajras of the Tianxiahui, named "Han Bing". He sneered: "Duan Lang, you are just a little bug, and you dare to be so rampant in front of me."

Duanlang's eyes flashed with anger: "Then come and try."

The two of them rushed forward in full view of the public, their figures entangled in the glare of swords.

Huai Kong and Huai Mie were not idle either. They fought with the masters of Tianxiahui on their left and right. Bai Ling flew forward and started fighting with a woman in red. This woman is none other than "Fire Fox", another master of the Tianxiahui. .

In the square in front of Murong's mansion, there were flashes of swords and longing figures. The light of various weapons was particularly dazzling in the dark night.

Murong Fu stood high up. He looked at the battle below and took a deep breath. This battle was a battle of life and death for him and the Murong Mansion.

Suddenly, a system voice sounded next to Murong Fu: "Host, you have three choices now. One, go down in person and fight to the death with Xiong Ba. Two, use a secret weapon to defeat all enemies in one fell swoop. Three, retreat through the secret passage of the medicine shop. .”

Murong Fu looked ahead, hesitated for a moment, and finally decided: "Choose the first option. I want to fight to the death with Xiongba."

System response: "Choose to confirm. The host will gain a god-level combat skill."

Murong Fu felt a powerful force coming out of his body. With his eyes like a torch, he walked towards the center of the battlefield.

Seeing this, Xiongba laughed and said, "Murong Fu, do you really think you can defeat me?"

Murong Fu looked at him coldly: "Xiongba, tonight, you will know the answer."

The two were less than ten steps apart, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense. Xiong Ba launched the attack first, his spear rising out of the sea like a dragon and stabbing Murong Fu.

Murong Fu did not retreat but advanced, and with a move of "unparalleled splendor", he directly faced him.

Xiongba's spear was unparalleledly sharp, piercing the air and emitting a sharp roar, while every move and every move by Murong Fu seemed to be the melody of nature, smooth and natural. The two clashed in the center of the square. The fighting around them seemed to have stopped, and everyone's eyes were focused on these two top experts.

The sounds of metal clashing occurred one after another, and the figures of the two men floated over the battlefield like ghosts. Every confrontation would cause a storm, kicking up the surrounding dust.

"Murong Fu, do you really think you can defeat me with such a move?" Xiongba sneered, and the spear drew a perfect arc in the air and pierced Murong Fu's throat.

A trace of surprise flashed in Murong Fu's eyes, but he had already prepared for it. His body swayed, and he slipped directly under Xiong Ba's spear, and then struck Xiong Ba directly in the chest with a backhand palm.

Xiong Ba hurriedly backed away, his chest already numb from the force of Murong Fu's palm. He gritted his teeth and thought to himself: "This Murong Fu's skill is more powerful than I expected."

The two clashed again, and Murong Fu's body movements were erratic, and every move he made was directed at Xiong Ba's vitals. The Xiongba launched attacks like a violent storm, and every attack had the power to break mountains and rocks.

In the square, Huai Kong and Huai Mie were fighting fiercely with the masters of Tianxiahui, and every move was fatal. Bai Ling and Huo Hu were fighting together, their figures like broken leaves in the wind, constantly spinning and drifting.

Mingyue fought against the master who laughed at her. Every time she used her sword, it was extremely sharp and pointed directly at the opponent's vital points. Duan Lang fights with Han Bing, and every move is a life-or-death struggle.

Seeing this, Qian Tong said anxiously: "Master, should we retreat first and then make plans?"

Murong Fu shook his head: "This is my home, I will not give up easily."

At this time, a piece of feathers suddenly fell from the sky, each piece sparkling. As the feathers fell, the world masters in the square fell one by one.

When Xiongba saw this, he was shocked: "What kind of method is this?"

Murong Fu's eyes flashed with amusement: "This is just a small trick of mine, Xiongba, do you still want to continue?"

Xiongba's eyes widened and he said angrily: "Murong Fu, do you really think you can defeat me like this?"

Murong Fu said calmly: "Xiong Ba, you are no match for me."