Murong Fu vertical and horizontal Douluo

Sword radiance is different from sword energy. Among the green forest masters in the previous life, there were only one thousand to eight hundred masters who could master sword energy. But Murong Fu had only seen two people who could practice sword radiance! One was a famous figure in the Ten Thousand Immortals Conference he met in his youth.

One of the masters was a young talent from the green forest in Heshuo whom he met by chance in his later years. Even Murong Fu himself, until he reached the level of cultivation in his later years, had never practiced sword radiance. Although it was related to what he had learned, it also showed that the cultivation of sword radiance was

Not easy.

The talented man from Heshuo was the only one Murong Fu had ever seen in his life for his talent in swordsmanship, but even he only mastered swordsmanship at the age of thirty. This kid in front of him...

Murong Fu looked at Wei Qingping with a suspicious look. In him, Murong Fu did not feel as sharp as those two!

"My little brother is so sensitive!" Wei Qingping stood in front of his sword and smiled softly: "My first soul skill is called Qingping Sword Intent. It can attach an invisible edge to the surface of the martial soul. I don't know how many opponents I have faced before.

The first time we faced each other, we all fell into the trap, but I didn’t expect you to find out!”

Soul skills!

Murong Fu was stunned for a moment, and then he burst into laughter. Yes, this is not a river and lake, there is such a thing as soul skills here. However, this soul skill is quite tricky!

"This soul skill is insidious. You can't see it or detect it. If you're not careful, you'll hit it!" Murong Fu shook his head with a smile. The soul ring quietly appeared under his feet, but he didn't summon the snake blade, it just moved.

Soul power, a layer of faint fire appeared, lingering around his body.

"Little brother, aren't you using martial arts?" Seeing Murong Fu's performance, Wei Qingping raised her eyebrows slightly.

"No hurry!" Murong Fu shook his head with a smile.

"Ha!" Wei Qingping chuckled, and her second soul ring flashed, and a green blade of light shot out, and at the same time, it rushed up with the blade of light. Murong Fu turned sideways to avoid the blade of light, and headed forward, using both palms.

The wave brought out bursts of palm wind. Suddenly, the sword light was everywhere on the ring, and the palm wind was flowing horizontally.

The two fought for more than ten rounds, and with a flick of Wei Qingping's long sword, five rays of light suddenly appeared in the air, like a pear blossom composed of five petals. This move covered almost the entire plane, forcing Murong to the point of being overwhelmed.

Fu had to jump back twice in succession to avoid subsequent pursuit.

"The swordsmanship is good!" Murong Fu looked at his clothes and saw that there were already several cracks on them. Although his body was not hurt yet, some sword moves could not be completely avoided after all!

Murong Fu's soul power was released to form a layer of flames, not for attack or defense, just to gain insight into the invisible and formless Qingping Sword Intent. But the size of the Qingping Sword Intent seemed to be able to change to a certain extent! There were several times.

I clearly judged that I couldn't touch myself, but the reality was that it was farther than I predicted.

"Family swordsmanship!" Wei Qingping's expression became extremely solemn at this time. The opponent was empty-handed and had not released his martial spirit, but he was almost tied with him! You must know that he not only used the martial spirit long sword, but also used the martial arts sword.

The swordsmanship is passed down from family, and even the first and second soul skills are used!

"No wonder!" Murong Fu nodded: "Does swordsmanship have a name?"

"Meixue Five Styles!" Wei Qingping said proudly.

"It's a good name," Murong Fu said with a smile on his face: "It seems that it's hard to defeat my brother with bare hands..." As he said that, he stretched out his right hand, and the flaming snake blade quietly appeared.

"What a martial spirit!" Wei Qingping's eyes suddenly lit up when she saw the snake blade.

"What I just wanted to say!" Ma Hongjun in the audience looked incredulous: "He is actually a fire martial spirit? How can he be a fire martial spirit with such a gentle temperament?"

"I've been wondering about this issue for a long time!" Ning Rongrong responded with a smile.

"Hey, goddess, we have a good understanding of each other!" Ma Hongjun immediately put his face on his neck. In exchange for Ning Rongrong's eyes rolling, he smiled even happier.

Well, what moves should be used to win? Murong Fu looked at Wei Qingping opposite him, a series of moves flashed through his mind, and then he shook his head with regret. Unfortunately, his martial spirit was a knife, not a sword. He had already seen through it.

If you know the opponent's sword technique, if you have a sword in your hand, you can defeat the opponent with a similar set of sword techniques. This is in line with Gusu Murong's reputation of repaying the enemy with his own sword. It's a pity, it's a pity...

As soon as he thought of this, Murong Fu took a step forward and slashed out with a knife, extremely swift and powerful.

"Well done!" Wei Qingping roared and raised his sword to meet him. When the swords touched, Murong Fu felt the slight tremor of the snake blade. In terms of soul power alone, he was not as good as the opponent. But, it didn't matter!

Murong Fu had a smile on his face, but the dexterous snake blade was only used as an ordinary long knife at this time. As he danced, flames spattered unconsciously.

When Wei Qingping touched her for the first time, she felt that her soul power was superior. She smiled, feeling that she was going to win after all. However, after just three moves, she felt something was wrong! The opponent's sword skills were tricky and weird, and

Sometimes fast and sometimes slow. It seems to be unorganized, but it always makes me extremely uncomfortable.

Within five or six rounds, he could only block from the left and right, and could only defend but was unable to attack.

"It's like this again..." Under the ring, Ning Rongrong's eyes were shining, she stared at Murong Fu closely and murmured.

"What's going on?" Although Ma Hongjun was also attracted by the fierce fight on the stage, his attention was more on Ning Rongrong. Hearing her talk, he immediately asked in a playful way. But Ning Rongrong shook his head and said nothing.

He said, still staring closely at Murong Fu on the ring.

Ning Rongrong especially remembered that in the previous battle between Murong Fu and Dai Mubai, Dai Mubai seemed to be suppressing Murong Fu, but he could not defeat Murong Fu no matter what. Then Murong Fu counterattacked, using similar boxing techniques.

He quickly defeated Dai Mubai.

Now it's like this again! Ning Rongrong knew Wei Qingping's swordsmanship, it was very sharp and powerful. But even so, Murong Fu was able to carry it down with just his bare hands. But now he used the martial soul weapon,

In an instant, Wei Qingping was completely suppressed. This scene was simply a replica of that day!

On the ring, after only a dozen rounds, Wei Qingping was already in danger! The clothes on his body already had several cracks, and two of them were stained with blood! He obviously did not have Murong Fu's excellent judgment!

Many attacks that I thought I could avoid ended up injuring my flesh.

But even so, Murong Fu secretly admired him. The sword technique he used at this time was called the Qimen Sancai Sword. The blade was sometimes dignified and sometimes paradoxical, and sometimes the sword was fast and sometimes slow. It seemed chaotic but actually contained the changes of Bagua.

It is extremely difficult for Wei Qingping to survive until now.

However, that’s about it!

Murong Fu's eyes flashed, and the strangest move among the Qimen Three Talents Sword moved the sky and the earth. This sword completely covered Wei Qingping's upper three paths, and the blade blocked all the space for dodge on both sides. Wei Qingping could

He could retreat in the direction of dodge, or retreat continuously. But at this time, Wei Qingping had been forced to the edge of the ring by him, and he only had to step back a few feet to fall outside the ring.

The victory has been decided!

When Murong Fu struck out with his sword, the discerning audience in the auditorium all came to the same conclusion as Murong Fu.

At this moment, the purple third soul ring lit up under Wei Qingping's feet.

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