Murong Fu vertical and horizontal Douluo

"Boy, do you think one hundred gold soul coins are enough for the soup and medicine?" Standing on the ring, Ling An said to Murong Fu in a sinister tone.

"That's enough," Murong Fu nodded with a smile on his face, "I will be gentler!"

"Let's see how long you can keep your mouth shut!" Ling An sneered and activated his martial spirit. There were three soul rings at his feet, two yellow and one purple. Behind him, there was the shadow of a peacock that was always colorful and gorgeous.

It turned out to be the peacock dancing spirit, no wonder it was so fancy. Is this the spirit of martial arts affecting the mind? Murong Fu smiled softly.

"What, are you embarrassed to activate the martial spirit?" Ling An couldn't help but sneered when he saw Murong Fu standing still.

"Mainly, I don't think it's necessary!" Murong Fu shook his head slightly.

"Sharp teeth and sharp mouth!" Ling An sneered and rushed towards Murong Fu. His arms had been wrapped in a layer of soul power and turned into colorful wings. The tip feathers shone with cold light and were as sharp as blades.

.The wings flew across, leaving a cold light in the air.

Murong Fu stepped away and Ling An took a step to catch up. When he turned around, the wing blade turned into another hand and struck again. Murong Fu avoided again, not wanting Ling An to continue to spin rapidly, waving his arms to match the footsteps of his feet, like

It was like dancing, extremely gorgeous, but at the same time, the blades on both arms were continuous like a whirlwind.

Wonderful!

Murong Fu dodged while his eyes shone! Ling An's wings were like two swords, and he was using a set of extremely brilliant sword techniques. What was rare was that this set of sword techniques was strict and powerful at the same time.

It has a sense of beauty! The only thing Murong Fu knew that could achieve such a balance between lethality and beauty was Gongsun's Flying Sword Technique, which was adapted from General Pei's style and was said to move the sword in all directions!

It is a pity that Feitian Sword Technique has been lost. Even if it is a collection of martial arts from all over the world, it has not been included in Huan Shi Shui Pavilion and Langhuan Jade Cave. At this time, seeing Ling An's sword technique that is both gorgeous and powerful, Murong Fu

For a moment, I couldn't help but feel happy, just dodging more and more while observing the sword technique.

"Ling An, you have been underestimated!" Murong Fu was still observing, but the young man in the audience who looked like Dai Mubai laughed out loud: "The other party has made it clear that he looks down on you!"

Ling An didn't think so at first, but when he was reminded by Davis in the audience, he immediately reacted and his face turned red. Murong Fu was not wearing a mask in the audience before, so he could naturally tell that Murong Fu was older than him.

Much smaller! And a guy who is much smaller than him actually looks down on himself!

"You are looking for death!" Ling An shouted angrily in a low voice, then the first soul ring lit up, he waved his hands continuously, and the feathers on the wings formed by the soul power on his arms turned into flying knives and shot out.

"Oh, this is not easy to deal with!" Murong Fu avoided the first round, but this soul skill seemed to consume very little. After the first round, there was a second round. But Murong Fu had already been forced to the edge of the ring.

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If you can't hide, then block it!

The soul ring appeared under Murong Fu's feet, and the snake blade was in his hand. A series of swift slashes knocked down all the feather flying knives. The precise and continuous knife skills made everyone in the Xingluo Academy under the ring surprised. Especially among them.

The two older ones were whispering for a while.

"It's a pity, I only have one sword! But..." Murong Fu smiled and made a knife flower, then rubbed it forward, and the snake blade brought flames around him. Although it was only a single sword, it was better than Ling An's two swords because of the flames.

The brilliance of the knife is beyond compare!

"This... this is..." In the audience, one of the two middle-aged students from Xingluo Academy murmured, his eyes full of disbelief.

"The Sparrow King Cai Ling's Sword Technique..." Another middle-aged man looked equally incredulous: "Isn't this a secret that is not passed down to the Ling family? And only direct descendants can learn it."

"Look carefully, this guy's sword skills are different from Ling An's..."

"Of course they are different. One is a single sword and the other is a double sword..."

"However, it feels very similar...especially this beauty, I have never seen it in anyone else."

"You...how could you..." Ling An looked like he had seen a ghost.

"Hahaha, here it comes again!" In the audience, the audience who followed Murong Fu all the way to the game and the gamblers cheered again. They have seen such scenes many times.

"Although this set of sword techniques looks good, its lethality is a bit lacking. What's rare is that it has a matching set of steps! It's not bad at all!" Murong Fu put away his sword and stood up, smiling and commenting a few words.

"How dare you ridicule my Ling family's swordsmanship!" Ling An was furious when he heard this, and rushed forward again. The first and second soul rings lit up at the same time, and his body actually soared into the air! He shot feather blades in the air crazily.

"This is no longer fun!" Murong Fu shook his head, knocking off the opponent's flying feather blades one by one. Suddenly, the first soul ring flashed under his feet, and his body turned into a streak of fire and soared into the sky. In an instant, he was behind Ling An.

, and struck Ling An on the back of the neck with his palm like a knife.

Ling An suddenly rolled his eyes, lost consciousness and fell from the air. He fell heavily on the ring and fell unconscious.

Murong Fu fell lightly, and the referee promptly declared victory.

"Ling An!" Seeing the referee announcing the end of the game, three or four young people from Xingluo Academy all rushed to the ring to check Ling An's condition. They were relieved to see that he was just fainting.

After the examination, a strong young man stood up and stared at Murong Fu: "Boy, you have a few moments. Do you dare to have another round with me?"

"Are you better than him?" Murong Fu pointed at the person who pinched him and touched his chest. Ling An, who gradually regained consciousness, asked with a smile.

"Ling An was just caught off guard by your sudden soul skill!" The sturdy young man said proudly: "You are just like that Oslo, you just have one trick! I absolutely cannot give you such a chance.

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"Ha, this is interesting!" Murong Fu smiled hoarsely, but he could understand the other person's thoughts. After all, according to Oslo, he had defeated a Xingluo student with the three-stage assault soul skill before, and followed closely.

Then he was defeated by Zhu Zhuyuan, who was most likely Zhu Zhuqing's sister. It's no wonder that people from Xingluo Academy had such thoughts.

"What do you think, do you dare or not?" The other party stared at Murong Fu closely.

"If you challenge me, I will accept it! Idleness is idleness!" Murong Fu chuckled and nodded.

The competition with Ling An was quite enjoyable. Especially since he had learned a set of sword techniques from Ling An, Murong Fu was in a very good mood.

"Very good, just wait!" The sturdy young man smiled and tapped Murong Fu with his finger: "My name is Lu Tianming! When you look back, remember who taught you a lesson!"

"It won't be too late until you do it." Murong Fu disagreed.

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