Martial Arts Begins and Marries Wang Yuyan

Shi Feixuan looked at the Blood Knife Ancestor lying on the ground and felt her mind was in chaos.

How can it be?

The number one master of the evil sect who had dominated the world for decades was actually defeated by Murong Fu?

How old is he? Thirty?

Everyone looked at the Blood Knife Ancestor at the same time, waiting for his answer.

"Gaga, I didn't expect that my majestic Blood Sword ancestor would be defeated by a young boy."

The Blood Knife Ancestor endured the pain and was helped up by his disciples. He continued: "But so what, there are three thousand of my disciples here, and you will be the ones who die in the end!"

Shi Feixuan looked to the left and right and reminded in a low voice: "They are so numerous that they will kill us even if they are exhausted!"

Murong Fu nodded and chuckled: "You don't think I was unprepared when I came, do you?"

"What!"

The Blood Knife Ancestor frowned. He saw that Murong Fu's confidence did not seem to be fake, and he felt something was wrong.

Murong Fu lightly snapped his fingers, and two hundred well-equipped Shadow Secret Guards quickly appeared in the surrounding rooms, drawing their bows and aiming at the Blood Knife Ancestor.

"You have many disciples, but here there are only a thousand. Do you think I can kill all of you?"

The ancestor of the Blood Knife looked extremely ugly. He couldn't figure out where Murong Fu found the elite soldiers. He said in a deep voice:

"It seems that I, my ancestor, will definitely die today!"

"Surrender, I'll save your life!" Murong Fu said calmly.

"Fart, ancestor has lived a happy life, how can he be a prisoner? You don't need to be pretentious, give me a good time." The ancestor of the Blood Knife spread his hands, looking like he was ready to die.

Seeing this, Master Fei Xuan said: "The Blood Knife ancestor has done so many evil things that I cannot be spared. I also ask Mr. Murong to take action to eliminate harm for the people of the world."

Murong Fu's eyes were fixed and he decided not to hold back.

Jianghu is not about fighting and killing, but it cannot take care of everything at the same time.

Slowly moving forward, the disciples of the Blood Knife Sect wanted to stop him, but were pushed away by the Blood Knife Ancestor: "You can kill me, but remember to let go of my younger disciples."

"Okay!" Murong Fu nodded and said.

"I'm sorry, Senior Blood Knife!"

With a thought in Murong Fu's mind, a faint black force that could not be seen by ordinary people appeared in his hand, and it was clasped on the head of the Blood Knife Ancestor.

The Great Soul-Searching Hand of Heaven and Earth Destruction!

A moment later, the Blood Knife Ancestor rolled his eyes and died in front of everyone.

"The Blood Knife Ancestor is really dead?"

"You are blind and dead!"

"Nan Murong is unstoppable, unstoppable!"

The Blood Knife Sect couldn't believe it. The Blood Knife Ancestor really endured his death obediently without any deception!

In fact, we can’t blame them.

Even the Blood Knife Ancestor did not expect that Murong Fu would use his spiritual power to stabilize himself at the moment he wanted to take action.

When he woke up, it was already too late when he wanted to resist. His soul seemed to be separated from his body, and he couldn't exert any strength. The essence and blood flowed along the top of his head and entered Murong Fu's palm.

The dead can no longer die.

"The ancestor of the Blood Knife is dead, you all put down your weapons and surrender!" Murong Fu picked up the Blood Knife and shouted loudly.

The voice contained domineering inner strength, and the entire Jingzhou Mansion could hear it clearly.

The disciples of the Blood Knife Sect who were still doing evil in the city were so frightened that they did not dare to stay for a moment and fled out of the city.

"Haha, it's getting more and more interesting. Murong Fu even killed the ancestor of the Blood Knife. Yuan Ren is afraid that he will jump around again."

Hanhan, who had been standing not far away watching the battle, smiled playfully and turned around.

"Blood Sword Sutra!"

According to the memory of the ancestor of the Blood Sword, Murong Fu found in his arms the Blood Sword Sutra that the other party relied on to become famous!

He had previously fought against the Blood Knife Ancestor, but was extremely suppressed by the Blood Knife. If it weren't for the sudden increase in internal strength, his combat power had increased dramatically.

Before, it was hard to say who would live and who would die.

Moreover, this sword technique is comparable to Liancheng Jue, which shows how terrifying it is.

"Master, how should we deal with these Blood Knife Sect disciples?" Ruan Yi asked.

Murong Fu didn't want to worry about these hot potatoes, so he put away the Blood Sword Sutra and said casually: "If Ling Taishou is dead, leave it to the defenders. Let's see how they deal with it."

"Yes!" Ruan Yishi saluted and left.

"Congratulations to Murong Fu for killing the first person of the evil sect. From now on, his reputation and prestige are greater than before." Shi Fei Xuan said, covering her right chest.

Murong Fu was stunned for a moment and said, "Miss Master, is she injured?"

"Yes, it hurts a lot. If Mr. Murong thinks that I am in the way next time, please tell me in advance that you don't have to do it yourself." Master Fei Xuan said angrily.

Murong Fu's face flashed with embarrassment, and then he remembered that he had just received the reward before, and before he had time to get familiar with it, his attack was neither gentle nor heavy, and he almost accidentally injured the opponent.

He stared at Master Fei Xuan Gaofeng for a few times and asked cautiously: "No injuries, right?"

"you..."

Master Fei Xuan was stunned for a moment, she misunderstood something, her face instantly turned red, and she was extremely shy.

I never expected Murong Fu to be so dissolute!

lecher! Big pervert!

Pooh!

He spat and turned away without mercy.

Murong Fu was also stunned. He asked the other party kindly, but in the end he was disgusted. The most important thing was that he was spit on himself.

Amazingly beautiful, with amazingly long legs?

If you dare to mess with me again, believe it or not, I will slap you on the ass one day with a small piece of leather? ..

"Dad! You died so miserably!"

A heart-rending wail.

In an instant, everyone's attention was diverted.

Ling Shuanghua threw herself in front of Ling Tuisi's body and cried uncontrollably.

Murong Fu's second brother, Ding Dian, was comforting him.

"Mr. Mei, are you okay?" Murong Fu approached and asked.

Mei Niansheng looked at the blood knife in Murong Fu's hand and sighed: "I didn't expect that the blood knife ancestor would die in your hands."

"It's just a fluke." Murong Fu's expression was calm, as if he was talking about a trivial matter.

"Brother...are you okay?" Ding Dian shrugged his head, talking to Murong Fu like his dead father, his eyes never leaving Ling Shuanghua.

Murong Fu sneered in his heart, fortunately he did not kill Ling Tuisi himself.

Otherwise, it would be really troublesome.

"I'm fine. Take good care of Miss Ling. I have to go back to the inn first."

He didn't intend to waste time here. When he killed the Blood Knife Ancestor earlier, he got a lot of memories and martial arts experience from the other party. He was going to go back and digest it.

"Wait a minute, Young Master Murong." Ling Shuanghua hugged his father's poor head, stood up and said, "Young Master Murong killed the Blood Sword Ancestor, which can be regarded as avenging my father. If you don't dislike it, please stay in the Ling Mansion. "

"Yes, brother, just stay. With you here, I also have a backbone. What if those crazy monks come back to kill me?" Ding Dian quickly agreed.

Murong Fu looked at Ding Dian with strange eyes, he was such a shameless pretty boy, his father just died, and you want to be the master of the family?

But speaking of it, Ling Tuisi's death was partly due to himself, and living here can be regarded as a labor contribution.

Frankly said: "Since the second brother and his sister-in-law have such a warm invitation, I will reluctantly stay here."

"Amitabha, I don't have anywhere to go. I wonder if I can stay in Ling Mansion temporarily!"

Suddenly, a sound floated over Ling Mansion again.

Murong Fu and Mei Niansheng were shocked at the same time, because their internal strength was not inferior to the two of them!