The world of martial artists, only look at strength, regardless of men and women, although the battlefield kills blood, there are also many female soldiers, although it is much rarer than male warriors. Therefore, although Wei Shuirou's choice to go to the city of Buluo shocked everyone, she didn't think much about it.

The white horse roared, Wei Shuirou swept the crowd, and then came to Zhou Fu, who deliberately slowed down, and looked at the Xiaoyue Silver Wolf carrying Zhou Fu with some surprise.

"You got it back from the vice president?"

Zhou Fu stroked the neck of the Howling Moon Silver Wolf and said with a smile: "Compared to the strength of the feet, it will not lose to anything, it is called the Howling Moon." I didn't expect that this time, Sister Shui Rou, you would also go. ”

Wei Shuirou smiled slightly: "Don't fall into the city, I have wanted to go there once a long time ago." ”

While the two were talking and laughing, they came to the place where everyone gathered in front of them.

At this time, the people of the Four Elephant National Academy were divided into four parts, corresponding to the four major faculties, among which the White Tiger Academy had the largest number of people, accounting for more than half of all the people, after all, the battlefield was the home of the disciples of the White Tiger Academy, and there were only a few people who were willing to go to the battlefield among the other three major faculties.

The two of them immediately came to the camp of the White Tiger Courtyard, and the others got out of the way one after another, giving up the position of leader to Zhou Fu and Wei Shuirou.

Zhou Fu, the tenth powerhouse of the Sixiang National Academy, Wei Shuirou, is the third strongest person in the Sixiang National Academy, hidden deeply, and his strength is terrifying.

These two people, not to mention only being in the position of the leader of the battle situation in the White Tiger Academy, even among the disciples of the entire Four Elephants National Academy, are enough to assume the position of leader.

At this time, the disciples of the four major academies all looked in the direction of Zhou Fu, and their eyes showed envy, jealousy, and hatred.

Above the Howling Moon Silver Wolf, Zhou Fu was not alone, Jiu Yu was sitting quietly in the back, almost touching Zhou Fu's back. Not only that, on the right side of Zhou Fu, Wei Shuirou was smiling, and was laughing and talking with Zhou Fu, it was enough to see that the relationship between the two was extremely good, you must know that before Zhou Fu came to the Sixiang National Courtyard, few people could see Wei Shuirou's smile, even now, as long as Zhou Fu was not located, Wei Shuirou was still the woman that no one dared to approach.

"What a blessing. ”

"Envy!"

Envy, jealousy and hatred are intertwined in the hearts of everyone, and two such stunning women follow left and right, and they are simply envious.

However, no one dares to say anything, the current Zhou Fu is the strong above them, and the weak are not qualified to judge the practices of the strong.

At this time, a blood-red BMW came quickly and headed towards the Qinglong Courtyard next to it. That blood-red BMW is mighty, fast as lightning, and it is the best among horses, a bloody horse.

When the many disciples of the Qinglong Academy saw the figure above the blood-red horse, their faces turned pale, and they hurriedly got out of the way and gave up the position of the leader.

This is a slender man, and he has come to the head of the Blue Dragon Temple with a natural expression, as if it should be so.

Then his eyes turned and fell on Wei Shuirou, and he was slightly stunned: "Wei Shuirou, why are you going to the city to join in the fun?"

"You can go to Fu Ling, why can't I go?"

Wei Shuirou glanced at him indifferently, and there was indifference and coldness in her beautiful eyes.

That Fu Ling's face twitched, but he saw that Wei Shuirou was still smiling one second ago, and when he looked at him the next second, he immediately became like this, and he couldn't help but feel angry in his heart, this Wei Shuirouwei

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Don't take him too seriously.

But thinking that Wei Shuirou's strength was still above him, he could only snort coldly, and then his eyes fell on Zhou Fu, and his pupils were slightly condensed: "Zhou Fu!"

Zhou Fu looked at Fu Ling and glanced at him slightly, although he had never seen this person, but the name Fu Ling Zhou Fu had heard of it, after all, he was the seventh of the top ten powerhouses in the Sixiang National Academy, if you want to talk about the ranking, Fu Ling's ranking is still above Zhou Fu.

And Fu Ling glanced at the quiet Howling Moon Silver Wolf under Zhou Fu's buttocks, and then glanced at Jiuyou behind Zhou Fu, and couldn't help but show a hint of amazement in his eyes, although he had already heard that there was a peerless beauty following Zhou Fu, but when he saw Jiuyou with his own eyes, he understood what a peerless beauty was, and even a peerless beauty was not enough to describe.

A trace of gloom flashed in his eyes, just one by one, he actually hugged left and right, whether it was Wei Shuirou or Jiuyou, they were all beauties that were difficult to find in the world, and even he Fu Ling couldn't help but be jealous. In addition to the two beauties of Wei Shuirou and Jiuyou, the Howling Moon Silver Wolf is also countless times better than his Fierce Blood Horse, after all, although the Fierce Blood Horse is the best among the horses, it has no combat ability, and the rarity of the Howling Moon Silver Wolf is not comparable to the Fierce Blood Horse at all.

"Humph!"

Fu Ling glanced at Zhou Fu coldly, snorted coldly, and his face was full of unkindness.

Zhou Fu's face was inexplicable, he and this Fu Ling had only met for the first time, but he felt that this Fu Ling was extremely hostile to him.

Wei Shuirou said softly: "The Fu family where Fu Ling is located often has a marriage with the Zhao family where Zhao Pan is located, and the two families maintain close contact, and the relationship between Fu Ling and Zhao Pan is also extremely good. ”

Zhou Fu raised his eyebrows, Zhao Pan's friend, no wonder.

What Zhou Fu didn't know was that even if there was no Zhao Pan, just because he was a woman and the advantages and disadvantages of his mount, Fu Ling was already extremely dissatisfied.

The ultimate form of jealousy is hatred. Fu Ling thinks that he is above Zhou Fu, but the subordinate in his eyes has something that makes him jealous, his state of mind will naturally change, and this is how his hostility towards Zhou Fu comes from.

Seeing that Zhou Fu's face was also cold, Fu Ling sneered: "You are lucky to be able to defeat Zhao Pan, I want to see if you can still have such good luck on the battlefield." ”

"Luck?"

The corners of Zhou Fu's mouth slowly raised a touch of arc: "It's not up to you to decide whether you're lucky or not, you still have to care about yourself, don't stare at the name of the Sixiang National Academy, and die on the battlefield like this." ”

Fu Ling was about to turn his head, when he heard Zhou Fu's words, his body was stunned, and a cold light bloomed in his eyes, and a powerful aura burst out from his body, immediately enveloping Zhou Fu, at the same time, his right foot stepped on the saddle, and his right palm slashed towards Zhou Fu like lightning, and the strong wind shot out, whistling.

Zhou Fu's eyes froze, a punch suddenly blasted out, and the next moment the fists collided.

"Boom!"

A violent trembling sound came out, the horse neighed, the front hooves of the blood horse were raised, Fu Ling slapped the blood horse on the neck, forcibly quieting the blood horse, and Xiao Yue, who was sitting down by Zhou Fu, roared, bent his forelimbs suddenly, and then carried Zhou Fu and Jiuyou into the air, retreated a few meters backwards, and then landed firmly on the ground.

Quick, from the time Zhou Fu's voice fell, to Fu Ling's violent attack, it was just a blink of an eye, and the two had already separated.

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Fu Ling looked at Zhou Fu indifferently: "If you are lucky to win against Zhao Pan, you dare to be presumptuous in front of me!"

The movement of the two was not small, which made everyone around them quiet, and their eyes looked at the invincible Fu Ling with a little stunned, Fu Ling, who was worthy of being the seventh of the top ten powerhouses, was really domineering enough.

Fu Ling himself is a martial artist eighth-order cultivator, better than Zhao Pan, although Zhou Fu is talented and defeated Zhao Pan, but compared to Fu Ling, it is still a step worse. The blow of the lightning just now, and the repulsion of Zhou Fu is the best proof of this.

"Launch a surprise attack with your best palm, you really have a face. ”

Wei Shuirou looked at Fu Ling with a grim face, and a cold light flashed in her eyes.

Everyone's hearts moved slightly, yes, Fu Ling himself is good at palm techniques, but Zhou Fu is a sword cultivator, if Zhou Fu used a sword in that blow just now, will he be suppressed as a result?

At this time, as if to prove the thoughts in everyone's hearts, everyone saw that the surrounding figure instantly came down from Xiaoyue's back, his back was straight, and he stretched out his right hand, and then a sharp sword with a whole body of cyan fell into his hand, and the cyan luster flashed, and the sharp intent on this sword was endless, as if it had life.

Spiritual Weapon!

Everyone's hearts were shocked, this is the spirit weapon sword that Zhou Fu has!

After the battle with Zhao Pan, the news that Zhou Fu's weapon was a spiritual weapon had already spread throughout the Sixiang National Court, and Zhou Fu was no longer ready to hide it.

Immediately, a surging sword momentum rose from Zhou Fu's body, fierce and powerful, and he was unstoppable.

"Do you want to fight?"

Everyone's eyes suddenly became hot, did Zhou Fu want to fight Fu Ling, this was a battle between the tenth strongest and the seventh strongest.

Fu Ling's eyes narrowed, and he even wanted to resist him, he sneered: "Do you think you can fight me with a spiritual weapon?"

He stretched out his hands, and a gold-rimmed glove appeared on his left and right hands, enveloping his hands.

The golden silk fist gloves are also spiritual weapons.

However, Zhou Fu's face did not change at all, and he saw his footsteps, and suddenly, the surging sword momentum was like a fierce torrent, rushing towards Fu Ling frantically.

Hiss!

The bloody horse where Fu Ling sat neighed in fear, his legs trembled with fright, and he crawled to the ground in an instant.

"Useless animals!"

Fu Ling snorted coldly, slapped a palm on the head of the blood horse, and suddenly let out a terrible roar, the skull cracked, the blood horse twitched on the ground, and the breath of life quickly dissipated.

Then, Fu Ling stood up and looked at Zhou Fu, his eyes cold.

Zhou Fu's hand holding the sword was slowly raised, and the surging sword momentum was crazily gathered on Zhou Fu's body, and everyone only felt that the sword momentum that made people tremble seemed to disappear in an instant, and it was difficult to detect, only a few people could find that those sword momentum did not disappear, but all poured into the Qingfeng Sword, and the Qingfeng Sword at this time contained the power that made people's hearts palpitate.

Compared to the battle with Zhao Pan that day, Zhou Fu seems to have become stronger again. Everyone looked at the long sword held high by Zhou Fu, obviously it looked extraordinary, but for some reason it was extremely attractive to their hearts, as if every movement of Zhou Fu at this time affected their minds.

"Sword of Death!"

The four words spit lightly, and the Qingfeng sword slowly slashed down, and it seemed to be a slow sword, but it seemed to cross the space in an instant, and it was about to be slashed at Fu Ling's body.

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