After meeting Wang Chongyang, Fu Qiu lost interest, even if he was the head of the Five Uniques?

After all, it's not Lin Chaoying, so I can't accompany him.

Speaking of Lin Chaoying, Fu Qiu had a little impression - about the Tomb Sect, about Li Mochou's impression.

This Chilian fairy has long been famous in the rivers and lakes, and when he counts his age, he is almost the same as Wang Chongyang.

Not surprisingly, in this comprehensive martial arts world, Chongyang and Chaoying can't form a CP.

At this moment, Fu Qiu's heart moved, moving for the little dragon girl, he should find a time to go to the Central Plains, there are too few women in Dali.

Look at the battlefield.

"Duan Zhixing is going to be defeated!"

After taking a look, Fu Qiu quickly made a judgment in his heart.

Don't look at Duan Zhixing's current finger covering the sky, Murong Bo can only keep parrying, and it seems that he has the upper hand.

But in reality?

Murong Bo relied on the family heirloom Dou Zhuan Xing Shift, easily resisted most of the attacks, and he could still go back and forth, borrowing his strength to fight, and at the same time, there was not too much consumption.

And Duan Zhixing's One Yang Finger does not belong to Fu Qiu's swordsmanship, which is a kind of technical martial arts, and the One Yang Finger emits pure Yang Qi, which has a great demand for internal force.

Duan Zhixing obviously doesn't have Duan Yu's situation, and he doesn't have the strength to add up to it in a hundred years, with Duan Zhixing's current output frequency, how long can he support it?

Murong Bo on the other side is also an old man, and he clearly knows that the advantage of his own Douzhuan Star Shift is to fight a war of attrition with Duan Zhixing.

This is also the way to win!

Don't look at Duan Zhixing's current state of input, after dozens of moves, the internal strength will be exhausted, the offense and defense will be easy, and there will be no doubt about defeat.

Really.

The situation on the field quickly developed towards Fu Qiu's expectations, Duan Zhixing was too tender in the end, and after the first wave of explosions, he quickly fell into disadvantage.

The form on the field was gradually controlled by Murong Bo, and he could only stalemate, seeing that the ability to parry was about to be gone.

The elders are also anxious, they still value Duan Zhixing, a junior.

The white-eyed monk on the side sighed in his heart, and said to Fu Qiu and Wang Chongyang: "Wait a while, please ask the three of you to make a move, Dali will have a good reward." ”

His eyes were firmly on Wang Chongyang, who was the main force in his eyes.

It's hard to say how strong Fu Qiu, the number one swordsman in Dali, is, but Wang Chongyang's strength is recognized by Duan Zhixing, calling him a generation of grandmasters.

Wang Chongyang pulled his junior brother, arched his hand, and said with a calm face: "It should be done." ”

Fu Qiu also held his sword and nodded: "Not to mention the relationship between me and Duan Wangye, just talking about Dali martial arts will not allow an outsider to go wild." ”

"Thank you, three."

A few people were talking, and the white-eyed monk relaxed a little, and there were three people who made a move, at least they didn't have to worry about their lives.

Soon, there was a huge change in the form on the field.

The stars are moving!

Looking at Duan Zhixing's young appearance, Murong Bo secretly had murderous intent in his heart, and finally, he seized an opportunity, and with a turn of internal force in his body, he rebounded a finger and headed towards Duan Zhixing's eyebrows.

"Be careful!"

Wang Chongyang gathered three flowers in one palm and wanted to rescue.

But there are people who are faster than him.

Call!

The sharp sound of the sword sounded, turning into a sword light, and at this moment, Fu Qiu's figure seemed to be hidden between heaven and earth.

A sword stabbed out, and the body melted into heaven and earth.

As Fu Qiu stabbed out with a sword, the surrounding air froze, and the sword blade dispersed to both sides, as if to open the way for this sword.

The wind blowing around, the smoke and dust in the air, these were all condensed into a sword, and they fell with a bang!

The sword light flowed, and the sword blade tore through the sky, and under that powerful power, the air was torn apart, and the finger strength was completely shattered, and it was crisp and neat.

Fu Qiu turned around and put away the sword, looking like a master, if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, no one would have dared to believe that this sword was cut by him.

At the same time, after the golden sword that was cut out broke through the finger, it still continued, slashing towards Murong Bo with an unstoppable sharpness.

This sword was fast and ruthless, and Murong Bo could feel the chill on his neck from afar.

Murong Bo's heart was vigilant, and the number of swordsmanship flashed in his heart, and he didn't see what kind of path this sword was at all, with a safe thought, he didn't dare to touch it, and reluctantly used the strength of the fighting star to kill the edge of a sword.

As soon as he made contact, Murong Bo's expression couldn't help but change greatly, this sword was far more tricky than he thought.

Duan Zhixing's finger strength, which followed the shape and seemed to be like a swift wind and rain, was just a child's thing in front of this sword, and even if he was overloaded with internal force, he didn't dare to guarantee that he would be able to retreat with his whole body.

"Broken!"

With a long roar, Murong Bo's body rose vigorously, and he pointed out thirteen fingers one after another, constantly superimposing, and finally resisted the edge of this sword.

He stood straight in place, a few broken robes fell on the ground, and there were blood beads on his hands.

There was no trace of blood on his face, and he looked very embarrassed.

Fu Qiu hugged his sword beside him, looking light.

Wang Chongyang on the side glanced at Fu Qiu with some astonishment.

He thought that the little Dali martial arts did not have any powerful roles, and it was a special case similar to Duan Zhixing's family history and high talent.

I didn't want to be slapped in the face in a blink of an eye.

This sword alone, the first swordsman in Dali, let him see the peerless demeanor of a sword.

Duan Zhixing was supported by others, his face was a little pale, although Fu Qiu resisted that finger for him, but the internal force consumed before was violent, and it was still a little empty.

still forcibly thanked Fu Qiu: "Thank you Mr. Fu for saving your life!" ”

"It's a gesture."

Duan Zhengchun laughed on the side: "Sixth brother, I and Master Fu Zhuang are like brothers, and you and I are siblings, why bother to see outside?" ”

In his eyes, Fu Qiu and Duan Zhixing are brothers, and they don't need to see each other.

Fu Qiu subconsciously gave Duan Zhengchun a thumbs up.

"Sixth prince, you don't have to be polite, with the relationship between me and Zhengchun, you don't have to be polite."

The elders of the Dali royal family on the side were also very relieved, and their eyes looked at Duan Zhengchun with some approval, obviously they didn't expect this playboy to have such a friendship with such a big master.

Fu Qiu leaned on his sword and became independent, locked on Murong Bo, and said, "Your Excellency, let's retreat early." ”

Murong Bo arched his hand unwillingly: "Didn't ask for advice?" ”

"Fu Jiazhuang, Fu Qiu!"

Murong Bo thought about this name in his heart, and after a while, he had a goal, and couldn't help but sigh: "What a good number one swordsman in Dali, the Gusu Murong clan is defeated by your excellency with a sword today, and even the number one swordsman in the world is nothing more than that." ”

As he spoke, he bowed his hand to the rest of the monks of Tianlong Temple: "Today is beyond my own strength, and when I see the people in Tianlong Temple in the future, I should retreat three feet and retire!" ”

After he finished speaking, he turned and walked away without the slightest hesitation.

Fu Qiu had murderous intentions in his heart, what is the number one swordsman in the world? Can't he hear this kind of provocative words?

……

In Duan Zhixing's mansion, several people of similar age gathered together, drinking and enjoying singing and dancing.

"Thank you, Mr. Fu, for saving your life today." Duan Zhixing raised his wine glass.

Fu Qiu laughed: "Even if there is no me, there is Brother Chongyang who will make a move." ”

"Also, I also want to thank Brother Chongyang and Brother Botong for their help."

The atmosphere gradually became familiar, and several people began to exchange martial arts.

Fu Qiu interjected from time to time, but his main gaze was still the woman in the center of the song and dance in the courtyard.

This woman is beautiful, and has an excellent figure, bumpy and convex, and most of them have practiced martial arts, and many postures are more than flexible.

Duan Zhixing, who was on the side, noticed Fu Qiu's gaze, and suddenly laughed: "Brother Fu has taken a fancy to my concubine?" Shall I give Ying'er to my husband? ”

Hearing this, Liu Ying in the center of the pavilion instantly stiffened, and looked at Duan Zhixing in disbelief.

Fu Qiu opened his mouth and looked at Duan Zhixing, also a little surprised, this is actually a concubine, and he wants to give it to me?

After thinking about today's customs, Su Dongpo can send concubines, and Duan Wangye has nothing to do.

Zhou Botong on the side changed his complexion and was forcibly suppressed by Wang Chongyang.

Fu Qiu has been paying attention to the situation in the courtyard, his eyes turned between Zhou Botong, Duan Zhixing, and Liu Ying, and he suddenly realized in his heart.

Duan Wangye wanted to send this green hat away, but he just had fun.

He stood up and arched his hand: "Then thank you to the sixth prince." ”