Martial Arts, Marry Wang Yuyan at the Beginning

Shi Fei Xuan has no strength to resist, and despair is inevitable in her heart.

She did not expect that the combat power of the blood knife ancestor had reached the half-step grandmaster, and as long as he went further, he could reach the grandmaster realm.

Desperate, am I really going to die?

"Cihang Jingzhai is nothing more than that!" The blood knife ancestor killed decisively, without the slightest hesitation, the blood knife slashed at the concubine Xuan.

"Pfft~"

When the sword fell, just when the disciples of the Blood Sword Sect were proud, Shi Fei Xuan's two-section body turned into a bubble and could not disappear.

"Who is it! Dare to ruin my big event!" The ancestor of the blood knife returned to the place and stood with the knife.

Shi Fei Xuan was also startled. When she came to a reaction, she was already in Murong Fu's arms and slowly landed on the ground. In her heart, the little deer jumped violently for some unknown reason.

"Junior Murong Fu, I have seen Senior Xue Dao." Murong Fu put away the concubine Xuan and stood up and said.

"Well, Gusu Murong? Is your father Murong Bo?" Blood Sword Patriarch asked indifferently.

"It's my father." Murong Fu admitted generously.

"When your father was alive, I fought with him once. His method of star-shifting is extremely powerful. I don't know, how is yours?" Blood Sword Ancestor sneered.

Shi Fei Xuan reminded in a low voice: "He has reached the realm of a half-step master, be careful."

Murong Fu nodded, the master master has his own martial arts, and his strength is far superior to the first-class master.

Or have a strength that ordinary people can't match.

Duan Yu in the later days of Tianlong, Xuzhu's two plug-ins, are masters without martial arts.

And Guo Jing, Yang Guo, Wu Jue, etc. are all pure martial arts masters.

In terms of equal strength, a crazy Ouyang Feng can hang and beat any of them.

"Senior, it's natural for you and me to fight each other, but I don't know if I can let Prefect Ling go first?"

"Huh? Why did I let him go?" Blood Knife Patriarch asked inexplicably.

Murong Fu said earnestly, "Prefect Ling is about the safety of the hundreds of thousands of people in Jingzhou City, and nothing should go wrong."

"Huh? So this prefect is very cohesive, and the people all support him?" Blood Sword Ancestor asked back.

Murong Fu deliberately glanced at Shi Feixuan, who definitely nodded, and he also echoed: "It can be said that if he is the backbone of the people, Jingzhou will not be in chaos."

"So it is!" The ancestor of the blood knife laughed a few times, and just when everyone thought he was going to agree, no one thought that he cut off Ling Tuisi's head with a knife.

"Ding, congratulations to the host for gaining thirty years of power."

Murong Fu's heart was overjoyed, and he knew that the more he praised Ling Tuishi, the more Xue Dao Ancestor would not let him go.

After all, the old guy will also worry that there is an official in the court who hates him as much as his life, and will engage his disciples and grandchildren every three days.

What's more critical is that the blood knife ancestor acted recklessly, and he couldn't see anyone better than him.

This is a disease that needs to be cured!

"Why... why did you kill him?" Murong Fu asked pretending to be sad.

The other righteous people were also dumbfounded, and roared: "Evil sect and crooked way, you dare to kill even the prefect, hateful, hateful!"

"Haha, I will kill whoever I want to kill, the ancestor. If he is dead, you should die too!" The ancestor of the blood knife suddenly saw Murong Fu distracted, and he cut the knife without hesitation!

Murong Fu sneered in his heart, all old things are good, but they are too despicable.

The skill is poured into the tip of the right finger, and a finger is three feet in the air. Fifty-eight years of internal force can kill a person with one finger.

The ancestor of the blood knife had an intuition that Murong Fu's behavior was strange, and he didn't wait to understand.

I felt a pain in my chest, and a burst of infuriating anger rushed over my body.

He lost his balance and fell to the ground.

Immediately, a carp stood up and looked at Murong Fu in shock.

"Ginseng Fingers!"

The concubine Xuan Mei's eyes were a little surprised, but he didn't expect Murong Fu to practice this **** technique to such a level that he could injure the enemy from a distance of three meters.

"It turned out to be one of the famous skills of the Murong family. The boy never imagined that you were so powerful." The blood knife ancestor narrowed his eyes and dared not underestimate Murong Fu.

Murong Fu was secretly refreshed, and with a single finger in the air, he had such power. If he got closer, he was afraid that the old thing would lose half of its skin even if it didn't die, so he pretended to be flat:

"Senior Blood Knife, surrender, you are not a junior opponent."

When everyone heard Murong Fu's words, they all showed strange expressions.

Who is the ancestor of the blood knife?

That is the head of the evil sect who has been licking blood on the knife edge all the year round, how could he be frightened by a finger?

The concubine Xuan also shook his head secretly, the blood knife ancestor has been famous for many years, it is not realistic for Murong Fu to win him.

Not far away, Yan Yan, even called Murong Fu arrogant, unable to grasp the reality!

"Haha! Murong Xiaoer, even if your father is here today, you don't dare to say that you can beat the ancestors. Do you think you can beat me with just a little acupuncture? Give me death!" Rush to Murong Fu.

Murong Fu's mind was condensed, and he concluded that Mei Niansheng had mentioned the madness of the ancestor of the blood knife.

With a little bit of hand, the finger force suddenly only staggered the opponent, and with a flip of his hand, he pushed the concubine three feet away.

Concubine Shixuan's face was ashamed, and she didn't care about Murong Fu touching her proud object, and looked at the two fighting with her whole body.

The blood knife ancestor's strange swordsmanship is all killing. He often slashes at Murong Fu's death place at a tricky angle. Murong Fu uses his fingers as a tool to madly point the blood knife ancestor's big acupoints all over his body.

Suddenly, the blood was bright, and the blood knife ancestor was pulled by the air machine, the red light on his hand soared, and the blood knife pushed forward, like a dragon spitting out a pearl, the knife light was prosperous, and led Murong Fu by the nose.

If it goes on for a long time, Murong Fu will surely die.

Murong Fu Yi Ran was not afraid of turning his fingers into fists, his true qi merged into the fist, and the force of nearly 500 jin slammed into the side of the blood knife.

"Bang~"

The ancestor of the blood knife suddenly felt a huge force smashing his hand, and almost threw the knife out.

"Boom~"

Murong Fu's eyes showed sternness, and then he punched again. There was a slight cracking sound from above the void, and the ancestor of the blood knife flew out in an instant.

"how is this possible!"

"Young Master Murong won?"

"As expected of Nan Murong, he defeated the ancestor of the blood knife only with boxing!"

Everyone's jaw dropped to the ground in shock, and the blood knife ancestor couldn't believe it. It was the first time he was beaten up from a bloodthirsty state.

I have already felt that the opponent's strength is unusually strong, which I have never encountered before. He is naturally good at martial arts, and as long as he knows who has a skill, he will struggle with tricks.

In a lifetime of fighting Xiaodou, I don't know how many arena players will be able to fight, but such a powerful internal energy as Murong Fu has never seen, never heard of, and asked weakly, "What kind of boxing is this, how can you have such a powerful force."

Murong Fu's expression was indifferent, and his heart was also greatly shocked. This fist was the Dragon Elephant Prajna Kung that he used his Xiao Wuxiang Gong to mobilize. He never imagined that a punch with fifty skills would be so powerful.

If you really practice this skill to the fifteenth floor, wouldn't you be able to walk sideways on the rivers and lakes?

"Can you accept the blood knife ancestor?"