"Sword God" Zhuo Bufan jumped out this time to be the first bird, and it was really not just to become famous.

He was originally born in the "One Word Hui Sword Sect", but the sect was three generations and sixty-two people, all of whom were killed by Tianshan Tong's grandmother, and Zhuo Bufan escaped by luck.

Zhuo Bufan was very scared at that time, and ran from Fujian to the ethereal peak of the Tianshan Mountains in one breath, which can be called the opposite of the two poles, and the inaccessible Changbai Mountain to hide from the limelight, but he did not expect to accidentally get a sword scripture left by his predecessors in the mountains, and after 20 years of hard practice, he finally achieved great success.

After coming out of the mountain, he tried his sword in Hebei, killed several masters in one breath, felt that he was invincible in the world, and finally had the courage to take revenge on Tianshan Tong's grandmother.

However, Tianshan Tong's martial arts are too high, and there are many minions, although Zhuo Bufan claims to be the best in the world in swordsmanship, but he is also worried about being beaten by Tianshan Tong's grandmother with countless minions, he can't stand the crowd, so he wants to find some masters to help.

This time, I heard that Murong Fu held a martial arts conference, and threatened to punish Shaolin and exterminate the beggar gang, Zhuo Bufan suddenly felt sleepy and came to the pillow - if I slaughtered Murong Fu in public, helped Shaolin Xuanbei and beggars help Ma Dayuan to avenge it, and when I find Tianshan Tong's grandmother to take revenge in the future, won't I be able to pull the helpers of Shaolin and the beggar gang?

So Zhuo Bufan came all the way to Gusu, first fought the sword and became famous, and at today's martial arts conference, seeing that all the main masters were present, Zhuo Bufan couldn't hold back at the moment, and was the first to appear on stage, wanting to become famous and make a good relationship.

In fact, he also knew that it was best to wait for Shaolin, the beggar gang, and even the world's heroes to take action after they were frustrated under Murong Fu's hands, and to send charcoal in the fire, so that he would get more goodwill and form more good karma.

But he was worried that there were so many masters present, what if Murong Fu defeated or even killed others first?

He can't jump out again and ask Murong to come back to life and slaughter him again, right?

So just take advantage of the fact that the heroes were provoked by Murong Fu's wild words and were angry, and if they slaughtered Murong Fu in this way, the effect would not be much worse.

Murong Fu also knew Zhuo Bufan's reputation, and even knew something about his future deeds - after all, he was the only swordsman in the Heavenly Dragon World who could spit out swords!

Murong Fu didn't remember who the Qingcheng faction and the barberry faction were said to have died under his hands, but he really remembered this one.

Out of respect for the famous and surnamed people in his memory, Murong Fu smiled and said:

"Mr. Zhuo really wants to challenge me? It is important to know that the sword has no eyes, and if one is not good, it may kill people. ”

Zhuo Bufan let out a long laugh:

"Murong Gongzi has a great reputation, and he threatens to be the leader of the martial arts alliance, of course Zhuo wants to see Murong Gongzi's true kung fu and weigh Murong Gongzi's weight for the world's heroes! Other than that! ”

He pulled out his long sword, flicked his fingers, and the blade trembled, emitting a clear sword sound:

"Ten years of sharpening the sword, the frost blade has not been tried. I am a martial artist, the sword song is generous, Zhuo Mou's sword is out of the sheath today, not only to try the edge of Murong Gongzi, but also to fight the sword and punish the evil! With this thought, why not spare?

"Murong Fu, you killed Master Xuanbei of Shaolin, the deputy leader of the Beggar Gang Ma, and the two heads of the Barberry Sect and the Qingcheng Faction! Zhuo is not talented, and he is willing to use the sword in his hand to seek justice for all the innocent victims who died in vain at the hands of Murong Gongzi! ”

These righteous and awe-inspiring words immediately won the applause of the audience.

Even Shaolin and the beggars admired his integrity and righteousness, and praised a few words.

Zhuo Bufan was very proud for a while, the long sword pointed at Murong Fu obliquely, and the internal force poured into the sword body, and the tip of the sword suddenly buzzed, spitting out half a foot of green mang.

Seeing this, the heroes in the audience immediately exclaimed:

"Sword Mang! It's a sword! ”

"My God, it's really an eye-opener now, there are really people who can practice such a visible sword!"

Even masters such as Xuan Ci and Duan Zhengchun, who are good at splitting the air palm power and finger power, and can hit several feet or even a zhang in the air, couldn't help but nod secretly when they saw Zhuo Bufan's sword.

Zhuo Bufan heard the voice of the audience, and his heart was even more proud, but he looked generous on his face:

"Murong Fu, let's make a move! Zhuo is older, so let you make three moves. After three moves, let's decide life and death! ”

"Let me make three moves?"

The corners of Murong Fu's mouth raised, revealing a strange smile:

"Mr. Zhuo, if you can take my trick and not die, I will bow down."

After speaking, he raised the nine-section thunder staff, made a sword move with a bamboo cane, and stabbed Zhuo Bufan in the chest with a strong and simple and no fancy mid-level straight stab.

Zhuo Bufan saw that although his sword was quite fast and powerful, his moves were mediocre, and even he used too much force, and there was no room for change of moves, and he couldn't help but laugh secretly in his heart:

Nan Murong is so famous, and Fang Cai's light skills are really beautiful, but he didn't expect his swordsmanship to be so clumsy, it's just a dirty eye!

Sword, that's not how it is used!

When he laughed, he slashed his long sword, about to block Murong Fu's stab that had no room for change.

However, just as he was picking up the sword, the top of Murong Fu's bamboo cane suddenly buzzed and spit out a blue sword light.

The sword was three feet long, and it came extremely abruptly, and it instantly broke through the safe distance predicted by Zhuo Bufan based on the length of the bamboo cane, and pierced into his heart mercilessly.

For this kind of guy who wants to use himself as a ladder and step on his own fame, Murong Fu will not get used to it.

If you want to win and lose, and decide life and death, then give you a death!

Zhuo Bufan's eyes widened, and he looked at the Zhan Qing sword that pierced his heart in disbelief, and he wanted to scold Murong for being too special and not talking about martial arts, Lin Bei showed the sword before the war, how could you Murong Fu hide it, and suddenly burst out such a long sword when he made a move? Isn't this a pit man!

But when his mouth opened, he only spit out a mouthful of blood, and then he rolled his eyes, his body weakened, and he fell to the ground, and he settled the account.

The group of heroes in the audience who were cheering for Zhuo Bufan were like roosters who had been choked by the neck for a moment, and all kinds of cheers and shouts stopped abruptly, and they were dumbfounded one by one.

Xuan Ci and other bald old men of the Xuanzi generation, the elders of the beggar gang, the helmsman, the Juxian Zhuang You brothers, and the iron-faced judge Shan Zheng...... The famous people in the venue, as well as some masters who were secretly peeping on the trees hanging in the forest outside the venue, also looked at Murong Fu in disbelief, and some people couldn't help but rub their eyes.

"You weren't dazzled, were you? Is it wrong? Murong Fu ...... Take a bamboo cane and draw out the sword? Is it a three-foot sword? ”

Murong Fu ignored everyone's shock and stunned, and only said lightly:

"Carry it away."

The turmoil and the evil Bao did not consciously step forward, one raised his hand, the other raised his foot, and carried Zhuo Bufan's body down and sent it into the Tiger Hill Tower.

Murong Fu looked around the audience again and said lightly:

"Who else?"

The audience was silent, and everyone was shocked.

It took a long time before someone whispered:

"Fake, right? Isn't that Zhuo Bufan a first-class master? How can you die in one hit? It's as crisp as porcelain......"

"That's extraordinary...... Could it be Murong Fu's request? Otherwise, it's obviously not bad for light skills, and swordsmanship is okay, why didn't you catch a single move, and just died? ”

"Huh! It's possible! Zhuo Bufan's origin is unknown, he has never heard of him before, he came out of nowhere, and he became popular for some reason, and today he died for no reason, it is likely that it is really Murong Fu's request! ”

"This thing is a legend at all, no one has ever seen it, I suspect it is a trick, and what is extraordinary is that Murong Fu's is also. Hiss...... Both of their swords are cyan, I'm afraid it's not the same trick! ”

"Makes sense! Zhuo Bufan made a half-foot sword, and Murong Fu made a three-foot sword, which is obviously a trust! Otherwise, wouldn't Murong Fu's strength be six times higher than Zhuo Bufan's? How is this possible? How old is Murong Fu, how can he have such skills? ”

“…… Why don't you go to the tower and check on Zhuo Bufan's body? ”

No one answered.

If you don't check, you can comfort yourself and question Murong Fu's request for leave.

I'm going to go and check, in case I find out that Zhuo Bufan is really dead......

You can't say that Zhuo Bufan is a dead soldier of the Murong family, and he uses his life to set off Murong Fu's strength, right?

Of course, such a mind can only be found by second- and third-rate martial artists with poor eyesight.

The real first-class martial artists, but they all saw it clearly, knowing that Zhuo Bufan was indeed pierced by the sword and died so much that he couldn't die anymore.

"Murong Fu is really ruthless, leaving no room for ......" Duan Zhengchun's expression was solemn: "It seems that Master Xuanbei of Shaolin, the deputy leader of the beggar gang Ma, and the heads of the Qingcheng and Barberry factions are really likely to die in his hands." Yu'er was really lucky last time, she bumped into Murong Fu and fell for his evil art, but she was able to survive, and she didn't become a blind and stupid person......"

Ba Tianshi said in a low voice: "Lord Wang, what should we do?" Let Murong Fu show off his might? ”

Duan Zhengchun pondered for a long time and said slowly: "Let's take a look first." After all, we are not a pure martial arts sect......"

At this time, the audience was a little bit of a horse.

The morale of the heroes, was hit a little hard by Zhuo Bufan - the fame of the "sword god" Zhuo Bufan, it is really not blown out, the days before the martial arts conference, Zhuo Bufan tried the sword Gusu, and met friends with a sword outside the city of Gusu, he really defeated several famous masters, and the martial arts were tested in actual combat, and they were indeed first-class standards.

A first-class master, he dies at the first touch......

It's kind of scary.

A group of second- and third-rate martial artists all looked at the two strongest forces present, Shaolin and the Beggar Gang, hoping that these two leading forces, which were also the forces targeted by Murong Fu, could stand up and suppress Murong Fu's arrogance.

"I'll do it!"

Seeing everyone's hopeful gaze, an old monk came out of the crowd, stretched out his arms, like an eagle soaring into the air, starting more than two zhang in place, grabbing a piece of bamboo pole head before the end, pulling the force, when the big bamboo pole with a thick bowl mouth was shattered, the person had rushed more than two zhang again, a hovering and swooping in the air, and landed on the high platform like a vulture.

"Amitabha, the poor monk Xuannian, the master of Murong is clever!"

The old monk clasped his palms together and said in a deep voice.