Bitter leaves, the two hard-working monks, the moment they got the permission of the bitter dzi, they did not hesitate to shoot at the same time!

These two people are the original contestants, and their strength should not be underestimated.

If it weren't for this session, the Immortal Emperor and the Reincarnated Holy Son of the Immortal Emperor would gather, then these two would definitely be strong contenders for the top.

Present.

The bitter leaf waved a vajra demon pestle, like a mountain pressing on the top, and smashed towards Luo Fu.

A demon-slaying pestle, made by him to rise to the wind.

The power of pure yang, supreme yang, Xuanyang, and the three yangs, under the wave of the demon pestle, stirred a heaven and earth.

Its momentum, wide opening and closing, fierce and domineering!

When the demon pestle waved, it drove a powerful wind, causing the trees within a radius of 100 zhang to rise from the ground one after another, leaving behind large earthy yellow pits.

Luo Fu hadn't been hit by the Demon Suppression Pestle, just standing there, and was dragged sideways by the strong wind driven by the Demon Suppressing Pestle.

A pair of straight legs make irregular furrows on the ground.

Painstakingly, he wielded a crescent shovel, jumped up, and slashed at Luo Fu head-on.

Xuanyin, Zhiyin, Pure Yin, and the power of the three Yins, under the wave of the crescent moon, the cold wind is everywhere!

The biting cold wind seems to be able to ignore the flesh and skin and cut the soul.

The cold wind swinging by the crescent shovel actually caused a thin layer of frost to quickly form on the surface of Luo Fu's body.

These two monks cooperate seamlessly.

The vajra of the bitter leaf, the pestle to the Luo Fu dantian.

The painstaking crescent shovel slashed at Luo Fu's forehead.

The attacks of the two, at tricky angles, invisibly blocked all of Luo Fu's counterattack routes perfectly.

And the more powerful Ku Tianzhu is holding a purple gold Zen staff, smiling and watching the battle in the rear, it seems that in his heart, he doesn't need to make a move, Luo Fu is a dead end.

Watching the battle, Wan Wuxian stared at the big screen with interest: "Bitter leaves, painstaking attacks, are all based on the Great Perfection of the Palace God." ”

"In this battle, the combat ability is considered."

"Luo Fu, it is definitely a gap to survive, unless he can make strange moves, and he must make all the moves of a miracle, it is possible to survive more than three breaths."

"If not, he will surely die in one breath."

Floating islands.

Na Luo Fu, facing the bitter leaves, painstakingly the perfect cooperation of the two.

He held a sword in his hand, but instead of retreating, he looked indifferent and stepped forward!

His sword took the lead towards the bitter leaf's demon-slaying pestle, and went to meet it.

The moment the sword blade intersected with the Demon Suppressing Pestle, Luo Fu immediately chose to float backwards.

At the same time, the sword in his hand did not compete with the brute force of the demon pestle, but the sword body was attached to the demon pestle, making a whirling disturbance.

It's like a snake climbing a tree!

The rotation of the sword swirls the fierce and straight demon pestle, and the outline is also swirled.

The fierce and domineering strength on the demon pestle was easily removed by Luo Fu.

Bitter leaves, the face changes slightly!

He felt a huge "suction" that jerked him towards Luo Fu and unbalanced his body.

Luo Fu, with the momentum of wrapping the sword, and "hooked" the bitter leaves to float back together, so that the hard work on the side fell short.

After breaking the sword move, the left palm immediately catches up.

Boom!

Pure Yang Divine Power, Supreme Yang Divine Power, Xuanyang Divine Power!

The three divine powers converge in one palm.

This palm slapped firmly on Kuye's chest.

Burst!

The divine power of Sanyang was slapped out by Luo Fu, making the bitter leaf feel like it was smashed on the chest by a mountain of steel.

The bitter leaf was blasted to a violent retreat, and red blood spurted wildly from his mouth!

This move, if it is an exercise, can make him crush his bones.

At this time, Painstaking had already caught up, and the crescent shovel in his hand slashed longitudinally, slashing at the top of Luo Fu's head.

Luo Fu, who was drifting, suddenly stopped, and instead sprinted to the painstaking close.

This rush not only missed the shovel head of the crescent shovel, but also caused Luo Fu to crash into the arms of his painstaking heart.

Immediately, Luo Fu held the hilt of the sword with his backhand, hugged his shoulder with his left hand, and pushed his right elbow forward, slapping his elbow and hitting his chest with pain.

And the sword he held in his backhand was longer than his elbow.

This elbow goes up, and the sword will be the first to pierce the chest of the painstaking heart.

Painstakingly shocked!

Tremble in the balance.

A figure shot at a rapid pace.

Immediately after, a huge palm grabbed the back collar of the painstaking heart and dragged it back.

Bitter Dzi, I finally can't help but make a move!

Luo Fu's elbow, when the sword missed, he did not give up, it was still a sliding step to catch up, the sword in his hand was changed to a positive grip, and a sword chased and stabbed!

Ku Tianzhu's face was cold, and he shouted: "Good demon! ”

They insult women and often slander them with "demon girls".

is now insulting Luo Fu, but he uses rare "demon men" and "demon sons".

slandering others out of thin air, and the end is a clever tongue.

After scolding, the bitter dzi suddenly thrust the purple gold Zen staff into the ground.

"The Golden Scepter Descends the Demon!"

Ku Tianzhu clasped his middle finger, and the strong power of Hongmeng gathered his fingertips, and suddenly released his middle finger, and one finger flicked on the Zen staff.

Clang!

The small middle finger actually contains the power of ten thousand jun.

This finger flicked on the purple gold Zen staff, causing the Zen staff to vibrate violently.

A terrifying shockwave, with the help of the purple gold Zen staff, fan-shaped, blasted towards Luo Fu.

Luo Fuxing's eyes narrowed, he quickly retreated, and the sword in his hand circled rapidly, draining the shock wave and retreating.

The sword turned ten times, and the shock wave was discharged by three percent.

The sword turned twenty times, and the shock wave was seventy percent discharged.

The sword turned thirty times, and the shock wave was gone.

When Ku Tianzhu saw this scene, his color suddenly changed, and he said angrily: "Let's go together!" ”

The bitter leaf in the palm of his body burst into a loud shout.

The surging power of the three yangs rushed all over his body, causing him to drag his seriously injured body, and he could also forcibly fight.

Immediately, the three monks attacked at the same time.

Purple gold Zen staff, King Kong Demon Pestle, black iron crescent shovel!

The attack of the three of them was impenetrable, and there was no flaw.

Seeing this, Luo Fu only relied on one person and one sword, and fought and retreated.

If the two monks attack before, Luo Fu can find a gap in the attack.

Then at this time, the three monks attacked together, and the water was impassable.

Not even the slightest wind could penetrate the dense offensive of the three monks.

The three monks advance and retreat together, solid as gold.

All of Luo Fu's counterattacks since then were perfectly resolved by the three monks.

The advantage immediately fell to the side of the three monks.

However, Luo Fu, one person fought three monks, but he still did not show his defeat.

The battle of these four people caused bursts of exclamations to be heard from time to time in the Holy Son's Dojo.

"What a dashing sword!" Murong Yan, with a pair of big eyes, stared at Luo Fu on the big screen with watery eyes, overflowing with spring love.

Fang Luxuan, Fang Qingxue, and Nalan Ruoqing's three daughters were also dumbfounded.

But on the other side, Wan Wuxian smiled faintly: "Luo Fu, he has done everything he can do, but this is still not enough." ”

"His tricks are indeed clever."

"It's a pity that the three monks worked together, and Ling Luofu had no chance to take advantage of it."

"Luo Fu, the defeat is decided."

……

On the floating island, Luo Fu has been forced back by the three monks.

However, the three monks still attacked violently and did not stop an inch.

If the bitter dzi attacks Luo Fu face door, bitter leaves, and hard hearts, they will attack Luo Fu in three ways.

If the bitter dzi mainly attacks Luo Fu's lower body, the two monks immediately change their position and attack Luo Fu on the third road.

Ku Tianzhu laughed: "Luo Fu, the attack of the three of us, the water can't be splashed!" ”

"You can't break our move!"

Suddenly.

Luo Fu temporarily stopped the fight and quickly retreated.

He held a sword in his hand, but slightly, lowered his head.

The three monks were overjoyed, thinking that Luo Fu had given up resistance.

Ku Tianzhu said happily: "He has nothing to do, attack him, leave no room!" ”

The three monks collectively stepped into the air, and at the same time rushed to Luo Fu who was a hundred zhang away.

The next moment.

Luo Fu, who lowered his head, suddenly raised his head.

On his body, the originally sharp momentum changed suddenly.

He calmly stared at the attacking three monks, and said indifferently: "Fighting is an art. ”

"It's not like seeing a move, improvising, so shallow."

With that, Luo Fu held a sword in his hand and moved forward!

A sharp and invincible sword, sometimes as agile as a snake, sometimes as fierce as a tiger, sometimes elegant as an ape, and sometimes as heavy as a mountain!

His sword blade, whenever it intersected with the weapons of the three monks, was convenient for retreating quickly in an instant.

But after retreating, he quickly advanced again.

Retreat, retreat again!

Retreat, retreat!

To outsiders, Luo Fu seems to be doing useless work.

But the three of them gradually changed their faces.

They found that their attacks were imperceptibly and gradually out of their control.

Ku Tianzhu's face changed slightly, and he felt extremely awkward and uncomfortable.

"How so?" Ku Tianzhu shouted in a low voice, looking nervous.

"Huh?" In the dojo, someone exclaimed: "Why is the attack of the three of them in the bitter dzi, it seems, it is getting more and more unsmooth?" ”

Someone else wondered: "Luo Fu's sword moves, how does it feel like ...... Connected? ”

After seeing this scene, his face suddenly became solemn, and he said in a deep voice: "Luo Fu, you're telling a story!" ”

Storytelling? Everyone was confused.

Na Wan Wuxian suddenly gritted his teeth and said: "A story is composed of the cause, the process, the climax, the ending, and the series. ”

"And at this moment, Luo Fu's sword moves are also like telling a complete story."

"Every time he strikes his sword, it seems to be independent, but in fact, it is paving the way for the next move!"

"The attack of the three monks of the bitter dzi has gradually been led by Luo Fu and entered the 'story' of Luo Fu!"

"Hahaha!"

"Luo Fu, I understand, I understand you!"

"Good for him, a formidable opponent!"

Pull!

Luo gave out his sword, as if drawing a path for the three monks, leading the three monks to walk on his route.

It's like a punch in front of the enemy, and the enemy can't help but reach out to block.

And this action of reaching out to block is the result that Luo Fu wants.

And this action is not the enemy's initiative to do.

This is the introduction.

Gradually, the attacks of the three monks became more and more disobedient to their original intentions.

The three monks want to break this kind of passivity that is mired in the quagmire.

But their combat kung fu is still in the stage of seeing moves and dismantling moves, and adapting to changes.

After three breaths, the attack of the three monks fell into passivity.

After six breaths, the attack of the three monks has been completely led away by Luo Fu.

After nine breaths, almost, Luo Fu wanted the three monks to fight how they wanted, and the three monks could only fight how they wanted.

Tenth breath!

In the chaotic offensive of the three monks, Luo Fu found a flaw!

Starry eyes!

Momentum like a sword!

Luo Fu held a sword, one step, and advanced into the ranks of the three monks!

A sword swung open, causing the three monks' footsteps to be disordered and their formations scattered.

Sword like a dragon!

At the moment when the three monks dispersed.

The sword of Luo Fu is driven straight in, like a dragon.

The bitter leaf was unsteady in his footsteps, and in the process of falling, he was beheaded by Luo Fu with a sword!

"Bitter leaves!" Bitter was furious, and roared hysterically: "Luo Fu, you little brute, you dare to kill my Senior Brother Kuye!" ”

On the side, Ku Tianzhu shouted: "Bitter, don't be distracted!" ”

When he was scolding bitterly, he shoveled the black iron crescent moon and slashed towards the door of Luo Fu desperately.

The corners of Luo Fu's mouth rose: "Wait, it's your shovel!" ”

After that, Luo Fu's body was like a floating leaf, and he actually slid out of a big arc and went around to the left side of the painstaking heart.

Painstakingly frightened, he hurriedly shoveled the crescent moon that was split and forcibly swung sideways, intending to change his moves.

It's late.

Swish!

An arc of sword light flashed from Ku Xin's face.

The cold touch made the painstaking heart slightly stunned, and even though he felt that the sky was spinning, and his head fell to the ground!

"Hiss......" Ku Tianzhu gasped and exclaimed, "You deliberately lured Bitter Heart and used this trick?" ”

Luo Fu smiled chic and chic with one sword and one sword: "Do you think that if you don't let me use the exercises, you will kill me?" ”

"Hehe, if you don't use the exercises, you have no chance of winning!"

Luo Fu has been through a hundred battles, and his combat experience is immeasurable.

One person, one sword, you can directly take the head of the enemy general!

"Bitter Dzi, out of the staff!"

Luo Fu's body was elegant, and he stabbed it with a sword.

Like an obedient child, Ku Tianzhu hurriedly used his Zen staff to block.

He didn't want to be obedient, but he had completely fallen into the rhythm of Luo Fu.

When the rod is offered.

Luo Fu smiled slightly: "Medium!" ”

Sword swing Zen staff, hook pick, back belt, set the Zen staff away.

Sword, retracted.

Left palm, go forward to win.

With a "medium" word.

A palm slammed into the chest of the bitter dzi.

Blood spurted from his back, and his body floated back.

"Again!"

Luo Fu stepped out, slid in the air, and walked forward three feet.

A beautiful sword shadow that stabs straight out!

Burst!

The sword, piercing the chest of the Dzi.

"Ahh The bitter dzi wails in pain.

"Again!"

Luo Fu swayed elegantly, and a sword pierced the shoulder of the bitter dzi.

"Again!"

A sword pierced the bitter dzi dantian.

"Again!"

A sword, piercing the bitter dzi, heart!

"Finally, medium!"

Luo Fu approached the bitter dzi, swept with a sword, and the head of the dzi was under his hand.

Put away the sword, flat stab!

A sword pierced the center of the eyebrows.

Count the swords.

Luo Fu's right hand was raised, and above the long sword, the head was inserted!

"Who told you that I, Luo Fu, only know the exercises?"