Half a year later, it was still the place where he cultivated, Murong San and Zhang Feng were face to face, staring at each other without the slightest relaxation.

After such a long period of cultivation, Murong San has changed a lot, he has become resolute and mature, his hair has grown a lot, and his eyes are as deep as the sea, revealing mystery.

Zhang Yue'er stood between the two and glanced at each other.

"The 1000th battle, begin!"

With that, he stepped back and stood at a distance and watched.

With a start, Murong San quickly struck several lightning bolts, Zhang Feng did not move, but turned sideways to dodge the attack, and the lightning knocked out a few cracks in the land behind him.

With lightning behind his back, Murong San came to Zhang Feng in an instant, "Nian Fu!" said in a deep voice, and the lightning full of fists hit Zhang Feng, only to see that the electric light on the fist was more colorful, and it became much more gorgeous.

Zhang Feng also made a move of a hungry tiger pounced, "Nian Fu!" also punched up, and vaguely seemed to be able to see a tiger.

The two fists collided, not like flesh colliding, but more like two metals colliding, making a crisp sound, and the strong momentum of the two formed a gust of wind, as if to tear everything apart.

After a long time, the two separated, each took a few steps back, and just by the collision of fists, a big crater was formed on the ground!

Zhang Feng stabilized his body and changed his movements, like a crane spreading its wings, "Crane peck!" grabbed the void with both hands, formed an immortal crane in one hand, and flew towards Murong San.

Murong San looked at the flying crane, without the slightest panic, he had already seen these moves, and they were the manifestation of the materialization of the fist technique through recitation.

The five fingers of his right hand surged with electric light, slapping to the ground, and five currents flew out, "Razer!" The five currents turned into five snakes in the air, colliding with the flying cranes.

With a loud bang, the crane and the thunder snake disappeared at the same time, and the huge impact made Zhang Yue'er's body sway a little.

Zhang Feng ignored the impact, the whole person was like a praying mantis, and there was an invisible sickle in both hands, slashing towards Murong San, who was cut in half.

It's just that there is no blood flowing out, only electric light is surging, Zhang Feng knows that he has been dodged by naturalization, and his body shape has changed, he is as agile as a monkey, and he has a difficult turn in the air, and a set of strange punches hit.

Murong San had just recovered, he didn't dodge, his hands were covered, the lightning was surging, and against Zhang Feng's fist, the two began a fierce hand-to-hand fight.

Although Zhang Feng's monkey fist is unpredictable and extremely fast, Murong San is no longer the same as he was at the beginning, and his physical skills have grown rapidly, coupled with the blessing of thunder and lightning, his speed is not slower than Zhang Feng, and even faintly faster.

The two of them were inseparable, Zhang Feng knew that this was not the way, his left hand changed, an invisible scythe of a praying mantis appeared, and his right hand was full of murderous aura.

Murong San was also surprised when he saw Zhang Feng's change moves, and he actually used both forms at the same time, but he didn't panic, and gathered electricity with one hand.

"Tiger mantis double-line!" Zhang Feng found the opportunity, and the sickle and the tiger's palm hit Murong San at the same time, and the corners of Murong San's clothes that were blown by the powerful momentum moved.

Murong San's eyes remained unchanged, and the converging current hit Zhang Feng, and a huge pillar of electromagnetic light shot out.

"Thunder Cannon!"

The electromagnetic pillar of light swallowed Zhang Feng's figure, and the ground collapsed everywhere he passed, forming a "channel", which was still emitting black smoke.

Zhang Yue'er was startled, and hurriedly ran over, and found that Zhang Feng was standing behind her at some point, and put her mind at ease.

Murong San also touched his head apologetically and looked at Zhang Feng.

"I'm sorry senior, I'm a little excited, and I can't hold my strength. ”

Zhang Yue'er also looked at Zhang Feng worriedly.

"Master, are you alright? ”

Zhang Feng touched his beard with a smile and shook his head.

"It's okay, do you think you can hurt me? ”

"Also, it's the junior I'm too worried. ”

Zhang Feng waved his hand.

"I don't have anything left for you, you've learned the three thoughts and physical arts, and then you can only rely on yourself to move forward, anyway, have you considered practicing a weapon. ”

Murong San was a little puzzled.

"Weapons, but I don't feel like I need them. ”

"No, a good weapon can also improve your combat effectiveness, such as Yue'er's swordsmanship, I'm sure you've seen it, you must know that Yue'er with a sword is much stronger. ”

Murong San nodded, indeed, Zhang Yue'er's combat power with a sword has indeed increased a lot.

Seeing that Murong San was a little moved, Zhang Feng continued.

"So if you want to practice swords, I can find someone to teach you, and I believe that with your thunder and lightning ability, it can be stronger. ”

Murong San shook his head.

"What's wrong? Don't you want to use weapons?"

Zhang Feng was very puzzled.

Murong San scratched his head embarrassedly.

"That's not it, it's just that I feel like the sword is too good a weapon for me. ”

Zhang Feng nodded suddenly.

"I see, it doesn't matter, I have a lot of weapons here, you see what you like. ”

As he spoke, he led Murong San to the place where he put his weapons and let him choose.

Murong San walked over, this one picked it up and looked at it, and the other picked it up and shook it, but they all shook their heads.

"What, isn't there anything you like?"

Zhang Feng looked at Murong San and asked.

Murong San nodded.

"It doesn't feel easy, it's okay with this Tang knife, but it's still almost meaningful. ”

"It doesn't matter, it's inevitable that it will be difficult to choose at first, you choose first, I still have guests to come, so let's go first. ”

After saying that, Zhang Feng left, and seeing that there was no one around, Zhang Feng patted his chest.

"That kid is really, he actually used such a powerful trick, but fortunately the old man hid quickly, he really deserves to be a natural ability. ”

I saw that Zhang Feng's arms were scorched black by electricity.

Zhang Yue'er saw that the master was leaving, and there was no restraint, so she sat down with a big grin and looked at Murong San, who was frowning.

"Why, haven't you found one to take advantage of? there's something wrong with the sword, I like it. ”

Murong San put down the weapon in his hand and shook his head with a wry smile.

"I'm a very murderous person, it is inevitable to kill in the future, the sword gives me the feeling of being too decent, I don't think I'm a good person, forget it, let's pick it when it's over, who is Zhang Lao going to meet?"

Zhang Yue'er didn't understand Murong San, and when she heard him ask her master, she replied casually.

"I think it's an old friend, I heard that I'm from Japan, and I think I'm still a swordsman. ”

Murong San couldn't help but think, the swordsman couldn't help but be full of interest, and pulled Zhang Yue'er up.

"Let's go, let's take a look. ”

Zhang Yue'er was helplessly pulled away, shouting dissatisfied.

"Why are you in such a hurry? ”

But he still took Murong San with him.

The two came to Zhang Feng's residence and found that Zhang Feng was drinking tea with an old man wearing a kimono and a hat, talking and laughing from time to time, it seemed that the relationship between the two was very good.

It was also the first time for Zhang Yue'er to see the master so happy, listening to them talk, Murong San did not pay attention to the conversation between the two, but looked at the weapon on the waist of the old man in the kimono, full of interest.

Zhang Feng said something to the old man, and the two went out, just in time to find Murong San and Zhang Yue'er, Zhang Feng smiled and introduced the two to the old man in kimono.

"This is my apprentice Zhang Yue'er, and this is Murong San, who is temporarily cultivating with me, is a child with amazing talent. ”

The old man in the kimono glanced at Murong San deeply and nodded.

Zhang Feng introduced Murong and the two again.

"This is my old friend, a swordsman from Japan, Mr. Joichiro Miyamura. ”

Murong San and Zhang Yue'er greeted Mr. Miyamura, who smiled and nodded.

Zhang Feng smiled.

"You're just in time, Mr. Miyamura is just going to perform a swordsmanship, so let's watch it too. ”

Murong San and Zhang Yue'er happily agreed when they heard this, they also wanted to see the strength of this Mr. Miyamura.

Everyone came to a cliff with an empty field in front of it, and only a mountain forest on the opposite side.

Miyamura silently moved forward, staring at the mountains and forests in front of him, and suddenly his momentum changed, and the whole person seemed to become one with the world, as if only he and his sword existed.

Said that the sword was actually a Japanese sword, I saw Miyamura holding the handle of the knife with one hand, closed his eyes, and saw a flash of silver light, and the knife was already in place, but it seemed that the world in front of him just now was split in half.

Miyamura retreated silently, Zhang Yue'er didn't know why, Murong San patted her and asked her to look at the mountains and forests in front of her, only to see that the original mountains and trees were all brushed in half, and after a while, even the mountain was split, and finally, the whole mountain was split in two from the middle.

Zhang Yue'er's eyes widened with an incredulous expression.

"This, how is this possible, he obviously only made one knife. ”

Murong San was also shocked, he understood that it was not a knife at all, but in an instant, Miyamura made three knives, forming the scene in front of him.

Looking at the amazing scene in front of him, Murong San's eyes were full of light.