At this time, the downtown area has long been scattered, only a big man who screamed and had his limbs cut off, and a Taoist man wearing a Taoist robe with a grim face.

Sensing someone approaching, the man squinted at the young man who was approaching.

"Another one to die, Zhang Laohan, today you have someone on Huangquan Road as your companion!"

The Taoist sneered, and the long sword in his hand was stained red with blood, condensed into a drop of blood, and slipped from the tip of the sword.

"You're Zhang Xudao?"

Murong Fu looked at the miserable condition of the wailing people on the ground, and frowned slightly, like this torture method, this person really deserves to die.

"Boy, I don't think you have a northerner accent, but you also know the old way?"

Zhang Xudao was a little surprised.

"Notorious, I've heard of some!"

Murong Fu said in a flat tone.

Zhang Xudao's eyes narrowed slightly, and his eyes were full of murderous intent.

"The shaft is arrogant, or not, when I kill you, Lao Dao will go to Jiangnan again, and see how many boys like you don't know whether to live or die!"

Zhang Xudaoren's arm shook, and the blood stains on the long sword were immediately shaken by a stream of true qi, and the sword body trembled slightly, accompanied by a soft groan.

Murong Fu must be in his heart, he didn't expect that this old Taoist was still a master of the inner family, no wonder he dared to blatantly kill people in the downtown area, it turned out that he relied on something.

Zheng!

Murong Fu pressed his hand on the hilt of the sword on his waist, and as the Yitian Sword came out of the sheath, the sound of the sword roared loudly, and the cold light on the blade of the sword was swallowed, even if it was a few zhang away, Zhang Xudao people also felt the sharpness of this sword.

"Good sword! Boy, if you give me this sword with both hands, the old Tao may be able to give you a good time! ”

Zhang Xudao did not hide the greed in his heart, and stared at the Heavenly Sword in Murong Fu's hand with burning eyes.

"If you have the ability, you can get it yourself!"

Murong Fu smiled faintly, with a hint of contempt in his eyes.

Seeing that he was so ignorant, Zhang Xudao didn't talk nonsense with him anymore, and the long sword in his hand pulled a sword flower and stabbed forward.

Murong Fu held the sword to block it, but he saw that Zhang Xudao's figure turned sharply, and the blade of the sword was drawn out from under him, and he didn't dare to touch the edge of the Yitian Sword at all.

Murong Fu's heart sank, he didn't expect the other party to change his move so quickly, and he made a move with all his strength, and hurriedly launched Ling Bo's micro-steps, so that he could dodge and dodge.

But the robe around his waist was still accidentally injured by the other party's sword qi, and a half-foot-long gap was cut.

"I'm so confused...... Dugu Nine Swords, there is no advance or retreat, this chapter of the Void Daoist bullies the small, and he still knows that he will go all out, but he wants to pretend to be forced, and he almost capsized in the gutter. ”

Murong Fu was secretly annoyed, and hurriedly used his body to distance himself from the other party.

"The kid is good, which family and faction are you from?"

Zhang Xudao thought that the other party was just a junior who didn't know whether to live or die, and he came out to do chivalrous righteousness after learning a little bit of Taoism, but the other party's light footwork was extremely good, which couldn't help but make him jealous.

After all, although his martial arts are strong, this big river and lake is not without people he can't afford to offend.

Murong Fu put away his contempt, and said in a slightly cold tone: "Gusu Murong Fu!" ”

"It turned out to be the Murong clan who 'used his way to give back to his body'."

"Hmph, I heard that Murong Bo's old guy is already dead, could it be that you are his son?"

Zhang Xudao had obviously heard the name of the Murong family, and immediately said it.

"Yes, what do you have to say now?"

"Vertical arrogance! If it were you, Murong Bo, would be here, I wouldn't say a word, just turn around and leave, but you also want to kill me? It's a fool's dream! ”

Although Zhang Xudao people are afraid of the Murong family's stunt of "using the other way and giving back the other body", but Murong Bo is dead, just a young man in front of him, how capable can he be?

If the other party can bluff himself just by reporting a name, then he doesn't have to mix in the rivers and lakes.

"Whether it's a dream or not, you can find out if you try it!"

Murong Fu took the initiative to make a move this time, the long sword swept horizontally, and with his body technique, he came to Zhang Xudao in an instant.

The latter was suddenly startled, and did not dare to raise his sword to resist, so he could only avoid it with his body, and stabbed a sword obliquely, pointing at the opponent's heart.

Murong Fu's mind was calm, and without thinking, he struck a horizontal sword, forcing the other party to withdraw his sword and return to defense, but the next moment, Murong Fu's Heavenly Sword stabbed straight at his throat again, although this sword was not fast, but the changes between the swordsmanship moves were so wonderful that it was the trick of the "Breaking Sword Style" in the Dugu Nine Swords.

Zhang Xudao people hurriedly shifted to the right side, which was able to avoid the vital point, but with the edge of the Heavenly Sword, it was injured, and on the neck of Zhang Xudao people, a very thin blood mark was clearly visible.

With a tingling pain, he reached out and touched it, and his palm was blood-red.

Zhang Xudao was instantly furious, turned around, and the sword technique rushed out, slashing towards Murong Fu's wrist, wanting to cut off the hand holding the sword with him.

Without this sword that sharpens iron like clay, no matter how high the opponent's swordsmanship is, he is not his opponent.

However, at the moment when Zhang Xudao made a move, all kinds of complicated and magical sword moves in the "Sword Breaking Style" dismantling methods had already appeared in Murong Fu's mind.

Although the opponent's move was very tricky and vicious, the flaws in it were all discovered by Murong Fu, and the tip of the sword stabbed downwards suddenly, and before the blade of Zhang Xudao could slash his wrist, the Heavenly Sword pierced his arm.

Flutter!

As soon as Murong Fu lifted his sword, Zhang Xudao's entire right arm flew out, and a string of blood flowers burst out from the fracture.

Followed by a kick, in the middle of Zhang Xudao's chest, only to hear a loud sound, his ribs were directly kicked off six or seven, and the whole person flew out upside down, spewing out a bloody arrow in the air.

"My hand...... My hand...... Little crumb, you dare to cut off my arm, ah!! ”

After Zhang Xudao spurted a few mouthfuls of blood, he found that his right hand was empty, and it was only then that the pain caused by the broken arm spread throughout his body.

He couldn't believe that his right hand had been cut off, just like he didn't care about cutting off other people's hands and feet, and for a while, fear, remorse, unwillingness, humiliation and other emotions instantly surged into his heart, and he shouted bitterly unwilling to accept the reality.

Not to mention that it was a broken hand, just Murong Fu's kick just now had already cost half of Zhang Xudao's life, seeing him crawling in the direction where his broken arm flew out like crazy, Murong Fu did not have half pity in his eyes.

As the saying goes, don't do to others what you don't want to do to yourself, when a person kills someone in this chapter, he often has to cut off the limbs of the other party, and let him scream for a long time before dying, and now karma, it is his turn to cut off his hands and feet, what is there to sympathize with?

However, the internal strength of the Void Daoist in this chapter is not bad, but it can't be wasted!

Murong Fu grabbed the back of Zhang Xudao's neck, and as his body began to operate the Northern Spiritual Skill, the true qi in the other party's dantian continued to pour into his body, and in just a moment, Zhangxu Daoist was as if he was thirty years old, and the whole person was about to die, as if he would die at any time.