Martial Arts, Marry Wang Yuyan at the Beginning

Qiu Er and Shan Yifei had a cold expression on their faces. As swordsmen, they had their own pride, but they didn't expect that they would be described by Murong Fu as chickens.

"We admit that you are strong..."

Murong Fu was too lazy to listen to the nonsense of the two, so he banged the stick on Shan Yifei's head.

Shan Yifei immediately raised his sword to block, how could he know how powerful Murong Fu was.

"Bang!"

Shan Yifei took a few steps back until he hit a tree and stopped in Kankan.

Seeing this, Qiu Er hurriedly rushed out, his sword was as ethereal and fierce as a ghost.

The tip of the sword pierced at Murong Fu's temple.

"Humph!"

Murong Fu snorted coldly, fighting fast.

Aiming at the tip of Qiu Er's sword with the Heavenly Secret Stick.

"Ah, my hand!"

Qiu Er only felt a huge force coming from his hand, and then let out a scream.

The wrist bone holding the sword was shattered by Murong Fu.

Seeing this, Shan Yifei scolded loudly: "Idiot, what else are you doing, we are going to die, and you are no good!"

The other Tianzun disciples who wore masks woke up from the shock.

Wow wow shouted, killing Murong Fu.

Qiu Er endured the pain and quickly changed to another hand.

Wandering among the others, he attacked Murong Fu with a quick sword.

"Not good, two fists can't match four hands, I'm afraid the young master will suffer!" Hu Yaoshi worried.

Su Ying glanced at him and said calmly:

"Don't worry, if he really wasn't an opponent, he would have asked Xiaoyin to help."

"It seems... that's right!" Yaoshi Hu agreed, covering the place where he was stabbed by the sword.

In the field, the more and more the fight became more and more chaotic, hundreds of Tianzun's disciples besieged from left and right, and attacked Murong Fu.

But the cold sweat behind Qiu Er and Shan Yifei became colder the more they fought.

Murong Fu was like a **** of killing, wielding his short stick to move to death.

Just like the golden hoop in the mouth of a storyteller.

Hold a little and die, knock a little and die.

The skin is broken, and the tendons are rubbed.

Fighting, no one dared to step forward, they could only look at each other left and right.

On the other hand, Murong Fu's breath remained unchanged, and he seemed to be fine after playing for a long time.

Not only did he not feel weak, but his face became a little rosy.

"Why, you guys don't fight anymore?" Murong Fu smiled coldly, infuriating his feet.

Jump three feet and raise the stick and smash it.

"Boom..."

"Boom..."

"Boom..."

Heads are like melons, blood is wanton.

Qiu Er, who usually kills people like hemp, is also dumbfounded.

His feet stood there as if they had been filled with lead.

There are still people here, and there is still the leader of the righteous path.

He is clearly a big devil who kills without blinking an eye.

"You...you've killed so many people, so you're not afraid of being called a demon by fellow practitioners in the rivers and lakes?" Shan Yifei couldn't help scolding.

"You dare to judge me even if you count anything?" Murong Fu snorted coldly, with real luck in the palm of his hand.

Grabbing it hard, that Shan Yifei was like a puppet, and his body moved on his own, flying towards Murong Fufei.

"The stars are moving!"

Qiu Er muttered, but he didn't dare to move, he had only heard that Dou Zhuan Xing Yi could rebound attacks.

This was the first time he knew that this technique could move others.

too strong!

Murong Fu was simply too strong.

The younger generation, I am afraid there is only one person who can deal with him.

Shan Yifei is full of infuriating energy, and wants to resist one or two.

It's just, his twenty years of dross skills.

Where can he resist, Murong Fu's pure Taoist infuriating.

As vulnerable as Cuiping, Sheng Sheng was dragged in front of Murong Fu.

"Ah~ Murong Fu, I fought with you!"

Shan Yifei growled and slammed his wooden leg on the ground.

Revealing the sharp sword hidden in it, he stabbed towards Murong Fu.

"Die!" Murong Fu's true energy was injected into the Heavenly Secret Stick.

A stick smashed the sword on Shan Yifei's prosthetic limb.

Backhand, pinched the opponent's face.

Shan Yifei only felt a surge of infuriating energy enter his brain, and then, a pain that he had never felt before rose up in his mind.

"what…"

After a series of screams, the whole person collapsed in front of the crowd.

Qiu Ersheng swallowed, feeling that the scene of the apocalypse was in front of him.

When Shan Yifei fell, his heart seemed to die.

It was dark in front of him, and Murong Resurrection was frightened and fainted.

And none of the other so-called Tianzun disciples could block Murong Fu's move.

The Tianji stick in his hand was waved by him like a street menu.

From Penglai all the way to No. 9 Nantian Road!

The entire battle took less than half an hour.

When Deng Baichuan arrived with his subordinates, the blood on the ground pooled into a small river.

Except for Qiu Er, who fainted, all the people in the Tianzun Sect were breathless.

Deng Baichuan looked at Murong Fu who was spotless and still indifferent, and asked in a trembling voice:

"Master, are you alright?"

"It's alright, let me go!" Murong Fu poured the spiritual power he had obtained into the Heavenly Secret Stick and took a breath.

Pharmacist Hu pointed at Qiu Er, who was still alive, and reminded: "Master, he is not dead yet."

Murong Fu glanced at the other party and said disdainfully, "I kept him on purpose. If everyone here were dead, wouldn't there be no one to send me a message?"

Pharmacist Hu said with an apologetic smile: "Master, what do you want to say, just tell me directly, it's troublesome to not have to keep this enemy."

Murong Fu smiled coldly, pointed at the dead people around him, and said, "These are what I want to tell others."

"Ok?"

Pharmacist Hu did not understand the meaning of Murong Fu's words.

Su Ying, who was on the side, said, "Your son-in-law means, no other forces are allowed to intervene in the city of Gusu, and those who enter will die!"

"Really...really?"

Pharmacist Hu was taken aback, don't look at him messing with Wei Wuya before.

But I have never seen so many people killed just to declare sovereignty.

"Haha, the one who knows me is Miss Su!" Murong Fu laughed a few times.

Su Ying glanced at Murong Fu and said, "I don't dare to be your confidant, and you won't be eaten and wiped off by accident?"

"Hehe, then you will be my woman, and I will take good care of you." Murong Fu joked.

Su Ying touched her chin and said earnestly, "You can think about it. Maybe, I can poison them all to death, so that you can only spoil me."

Hold the grass!

Sure enough, the world's most poisonous woman's heart.

This woman, what is going on in her head?

Do you think so?

Is there a legend of Zhen Huan in ancient times?

Murong Fu shook his head and decided not to provoke this woman for the time being.

He didn't want the world to start fighting, and the backyard was already on fire, so he said with a smile:

"Hehe, let's go down first, we'll talk about such trivial matters later."

When everyone was about to leave, Lang Zhong suddenly knelt in front of Murong Fu and said, "Young Master, please help!"

"You are..." Murong Fu glanced at the desolate man in front of him, recognized him, and asked strangely, "Why aren't you dead yet?"

"Young Master, save your life, it was..."

Before Lang Zhong could finish speaking, a poison dart stabbed into his back.

Suddenly, fainted!