Martial Arts Begins and Marries Wang Yuyan

"Roar~"

In the sky, two giant dragons bite each other.

Seeing all the disciples of [Tianming Sect], their hearts were filled with turmoil. ..

They had never seen such a shocking fighting scene.

"Haha, Sect Leader Ling is looking at the sword!"

Murong Fu trampled on the Five Elements and Eight Trigrams and stepped in front of Ling Lanwei.

Swing your sword and cut.

There is no hint of pity or pity at all.

As soon as the sword came out, a loud whirring sound came from the void.

Ling Lanwei didn't expect that Murong Fu could have such physical skills, and she was instantly shocked.

He immediately used the movement method to avoid it.

"Hmph!" Murong Fu smiled contemptuously, slashing the air with one sword and then another.

His sword is clean and sharp.

No hesitation, no hesitation.

Kill, just kill!

This is exactly the [Basic Sword Technique] taught to him by his two masters.

Ling Lanwei bit her red lips, feeling more and more extraordinary about Murong Fu.

After several attempts to avoid it, he found that he could not avoid it. In desperation, he shouted in a low voice:

"Fellow Taoist, please don't blame me for being rude."

As soon as she finished speaking, she saw an ancient mirror in her hand.

"[Tianhong Mirror]?" A trace of greed flashed in Hong Datian's eyes. This object is the treasure of the [Tianming Sect].

It contains the power of the Five Elements, and once used, it will emit seven kinds of light.

Seize the soul and seal the soul.

With Ling Lanwei's cultivation in the god transformation stage, she risked her life to activate this treasure.

Even people in the early stage of Mahayana will suffer disaster if they are not careful.

"green!"

"red!"

"yellow!"

…

The seven-colored light, like seven small swords, struck at Murong Fu.

The speed is so fast that it is dizzying.

Murong Fu immediately felt something bad.

He was not surprised that [Tianming Sect] had a treasure to suppress the sect.

He just didn't expect that he would dare to use it on himself, and said angrily:

"Ling Lanwei, if you dare to hurt me, aren't you afraid that I, the Canglan Sword Sect, will take revenge?"

"As long as fellow Taoist disciples hand over the skills left by Senior Hong Lanwen."

"I swear that in the future [Tianming Sect] is willing to cultivate eternal friendship with [Canglan Sword Sect]." Ling Lanwei shouted.

Murong Fu was speechless, these people must be crazy.

Thinking that just a few exercises can change their destiny.

Give a low drink.

The sharp sword in his hand was swinging faster and faster.

In the blink of an eye, it turned into a sword hurricane.

Block the seven rays of light from the [Tianhong Mirror] outside.

"This..." Ling Lanwei didn't expect that Murong Fu would use such a rogue method to block her mirror light.

Hongdatian looked around and shouted:

"For [Tianming Sect], let's work together!"

[Tianming Sect] All the elders showed ruthless expressions.

Determined to kill Murong Fu and seize the inheritance of Hong Lanwen.

In their hearts, those skills will definitely make them masters.

Even if they offend [Canglan Sword Sect] for this, they still think it is worth it.

In an instant, the spiritual power beams hit Murong Fu one by one.

"Boom~Boom~"

The crazy attack, even with the storm concept, cannot be sustained.

When Murong Fu stood up, he felt the pressure doubled.

He has come to understand that these people in [Tianming Sect] are like beggars who have been poor for eight lifetimes.

The skills that Hong Lanwen left to him were a batch of indescribable treasures.

The beggar completely lost his mind when he saw the treasure.

If I keep my hand, he is afraid that he will really tell me here ""

"Since you want to kill me, don't blame me, Murong Fu, for being ruthless."

Hong Datian didn't seem to take Murong Fu's words seriously at all and said disdainfully:

"Hmph, you are only in the stage of becoming a god, what can you do to our sect?"

"Look carefully, there are seven gods in our sect."

Murong Fu roared loudly, using the sword energy to form a storm.

The sound of "bang" turned into sword light all over the sky.

Like a downpour, it fell towards the people of [Tianming Sect].

This is an indiscriminate attack, and some elders with low cultivation levels cannot stop it at all.

The sword light was like a thin needle. In an instant, it broke through their protective shields and penetrated their bodies.

"Pfft..." "Pfft..."

Blood flowers exploded in mid-air.

Then bursts of screams rang out, except for some powerful people.

Some elders fell to the ground, holding their wounds and wailing in pain.

"Wuwu...why, why, they want to attack Senior Murong."

Ye Lingling's cries resounded throughout the sky above [Tianming Sect].

It was obviously Murong Fu who brought back Hong Lanwen's body.

This is a kindness, a huge kindness.

The elders of the sect seemed to be crazy.

Repay kindness with hatred!

She really couldn't figure out why.

Hong Nianci sighed: "There is no way, the things left by senior Hong Lanwen are too important to the sect."

"If Senior Murong doesn't hand it over, he's afraid..."

I can't leave the sect, and I really can't say these five words of "Hong Nian Ci".

Obviously, someone saved his life before.

Now, he and his group can only watch the elders of the sect take action against their benefactor.

There was nothing they could do.

"Damn it! This guy is so strong!" A god-forming elder was forced back by the sword energy and couldn't help but curse.

Hongda Tiandao said: "It doesn't matter, this kid's spiritual power won't last long."

Another elder shouted: "Okay, let's surround him and kill him!"

At this time, Murong Fu had almost exhausted his spiritual energy.

If he continues to fight, he will probably run out of gas and be captured alive by this group of people.

He could not stop his murderous intention and said:

"In that case, don't blame me for being cruel."

After finishing speaking, he took out a wooden sword from his arms and poured all the remaining spiritual power in his body into it.

Suddenly, there was a boundless terrifying pressure.

It fell on the heads of everyone in [Tianming Sect], making them unable to breathe.

"What should I do?" Hong Datian felt death from the wooden sword in Murong Fu's hand.

I was already panicking.

He secretly cursed himself for being stupid. How could a talented disciple like Murong Fu not have anything to protect his life?

He looked at Ling Lanwei with a blank mind.

He hoped that the sect master he looked down upon could start to play a role at this time.

"Death!" Murong Fu threw the wooden sword in his hand high into the sky like a god of death.

The wooden sword immediately emitted a ray of light.

The next moment, the wooden sword turned into a ten-foot giant sword, and the cold air was overwhelming.

When it falls, everything disappears.

"Pap" "Pap"~

The hail came with the sword and fell to the ground.

An elder who transformed into a god immediately felt his whole body trembling. He couldn't speak yet, so he stepped up from his feet and formed a piece of ten-thousand-year-old ice.

The expression is lifelike, as if alive.

First…

the second…

The third…

In the blink of an eye, eighteen elders died under the wooden sword.

Only Hong Datian and Ling Lanwei were still struggling to support themselves.

"Sect master, save me, save me!" Hong Datian was so overwhelmed by death that he almost had a nervous breakdown. He begged loudly for mercy, hoping that Ling Lanwei would help him.

"No! I am powerless." Ling Lanwei activated the [Tianhong Mirror] with all her strength, and her whole body was covered in colorful light.

He barely managed to hold himself up from being hurt by the aftermath of the wooden sword.

But after she saw Hong Datian completely frozen to death, the corners of her mouth raised strangely, revealing a hint of a smile, and said softly:

"Fellow Taoist, please take back your magical powers, I [Tianming Sect] are willing to surrender!"