No one can threaten Murong Fu, and Murong Fu will not let anyone threaten him, turning his head to look, he saw a figure rushing towards him, and the speed was so fast that Murong Fu took a few more looks. The figure in the rage fell beside the man surnamed Zhou, holding the body of the man surnamed Zhou, and the muscles on his face twitched in anger.

Murong Fu looked at the old man in front of him, and saw that the man was wearing a green shirt, in his fifties, with a long beard and a delicate face, but the fierce sword aura exuded by the old man did make Murong Fu official, under normal circumstances, a swordsman with a little achievement would have some sword qualities, such as sharpness, sharpness, sharpness, coldness, etc., and the old man's fluctuating sword qi showed that this person's kendo cultivation was definitely very strong.

At least a first-class martial artist, Murong Fu constantly positioned the strength of the old man in his heart.

The old man stood up, looked at Murong Fu coldly, and said in a low voice, "I just now, let you stop!"

Murong Fu looked at the old man indifferently and said softly: "The person I want to kill, you can't stop it!"

The muscles in the corners of the old man's eyes twitched and said, "Boy, you are very good, you are the first person to make my sword god Zhuo Bufan so angry, tell me your name." ”

Murong Fu crossed a trace of clarity in his heart, it turned out that it was him, he was originally a disciple of the Yizi Hui Sword Sect, the sect was killed by Tianshan Tong Grandma for three generations, Zhuo Bufan was not in Fujian at that time, survived, never dared to go back, fled to the remote and extremely cold place in the Changbai Mountains to study swordsmanship, and inadvertently obtained a sword scripture left by the predecessor masters, practiced diligently for thirty years, and finally achieved swordsmanship, self-confidence has been invincible in the world, arrogant and unstoppable, only the long sword in his hand was no one in the world to resist, and was taken away from the sword in his hand by Xuzhu two or three times, and the face was falsely called the sword god, ridiculous！

Murong Fu said lightly: "In the martial arts, strength is respected, his skills are not as good as others, and he vainly tried to plot the sword in my hand, and it is natural for him to be killed by me." ”

Zhuo Bufan didn't listen to Murong Fu's words, and then said: "It's useless to let you talk about it, Zhou Tao is the only bloodline of my one-word Hui Sword Sect, no matter what, the old man can't ignore it, kill people to pay for his life, boy, take your life." ”

Murong Fu was not a cowardly and frightened person, he escaped from his arms and put a silver ticket of one hundred taels on the table, and then said, "If you want revenge, follow me."

The sky is cloudless, and the sky looks as clear as a giant blue mirror.

Looking at the figure of the slowly aggressive old man, a strange smile flashed on Murong Fu's handsome face, and he said softly: "Sword God, you are really confident." Murong Fu admits that this Zhuo Bufan's strength is indeed very strong, and he is also a top-notch existence among the first-class masters in the rivers and lakes, but in the face of super-first-class martial artists such as Xuzhu, he was taken down in a few moves, and such strength is embarrassed to be called a sword god, which is simply ridiculous.

Taking a heavy step forward, the soles of Zhuo Bufan's feet seemed to be stepping on an eye of the wind, and the endless strong wind rose and exploded, pressing towards Murong Fu with a chilling momentum, blowing his clothes to hunt.

Murong Fu took root under his feet, not moving at all, like a reef by a river, standing for thousands of years, no matter how strong the wind was, it would be difficult to move him at all.

With the Protector Sword in his hand, Murong Fu's momentum changed, his eyes were as sharp as sword light, piercing people's hearts, and a sharp aura emanated from his body.

Suddenly, a cold light flashed, and a long sword stretched out, horizontally above Murong Fu's head, the blade was erected, and Murong Fu leaned back and retreated three steps.

Murong Fu's eyes narrowed, judging from the speed and accuracy of the sword, the attainment of the sword has really reached the peak of perfection, and the swordsmanship is indeed extraordinary, but it is not so strong that Murong Fu feels powerless.

As soon as Zhuo Bufan's long sword was handed over, it was straightened, and a half-foot green mang suddenly appeared on the tip of the sword. Murong Fu's eyes were full of surprise: "Sword Mang, Sword Mang!" The sword light was like a long snake stretching and contracting, Zhuo Bufan's face showed a cruel smile, and the dantian took a breath of true qi, and the green mang suddenly flourished, stabbing at Murong Fu's chest.

Jianmang is a super-first-class martial artist who has a deep sense of kendo and can only comprehend it, and his extraordinary strength is only the top among first-class martial artists, but he can comprehend the sword that many super-first-class swordsmen can't comprehend. Murong Fu thought about it, it must be the sword scripture he obtained, otherwise he could comprehend the sword with his extraordinary talent?

"Cloud Shocking Dragon City!"

Even if Zhuo Bufan used his sword, Murong Fu would not be restrained, the thick sword aura of the "Dragon City Sword Technique" was extremely domineering, and everywhere he went, the air was swept away, and he slashed towards Zhuo Bufan with a crushing force.

Zhuo Bufan's sword went all out, the cyan sword light smashed Murong Fu's sword qi, and the remaining sword light also hit Murong Fu, with a bang, Murong Fu spurted out a mouthful of blood and flew out upside down, sure enough, the sword mang against the sword qi, the first-class martial artist against the second-rate peak martial artist, the result is self-evident.

In the face of this incomparably terrifying blow, the gaseous internal force in Murong Fu's body automatically erupted, and vaguely, there seemed to be an invisible barrier in the depths of the dantian that had been broken, and the speed of the gaseous internal force increased greatly, and the gaseous state gradually transformed like a liquid state.

At this moment, Murong Fu actually broke through to a first-class martial artist with the pressure of Zhuo Bufan.

Feeling the strong true qi circulating in his body, Murong Fu's eyes were raised, his sharp gaze was almost like substance, turning into an illusory sword qi jet, making people's eyes tingle, and the gaseous internal force in his body was still being transformed, but Zhuo Bufan on the side was shocked and said: "Junior, I didn't expect you to break through to a first-class martial artist, and you broke through to a first-class martial artist at such an age, the younger generation of the rivers and lakes should respect you, but unfortunately, today, you are bound to die." ”

Drink!

With one step, the sharp air flow spread out in all directions, and Murong Fu's whole person seemed to melt into the sky, and the amazing sword momentum soared into the sky.

In the face of Zhuo Bufan's sword, he didn't dare to be careless, now Murong Fu had just broken through, and the gaseous internal force in his body could not be fully converted into too much internal force, not to mention the condensation of Gang Qi in his body, Zhuo Bufan would not let himself break through during this time period, but Murong Fu remembered that he had a flowing body method that was no less than Ling Bo's microstep.

Zhuo Bufan had the strength in his hand, stabbed at Murong Fu with his sword, and shouted: "Junior, want to escape?" Murong Fu didn't bother to pay attention to him, while turning the internal force in his body with all his might, he slipped his feet and avoided Zhuo Bufan's sword again.

Murong Fu's streamer body method is not inferior to the Ling Bo microwave of the Carefree School, all of which belong to the supreme light skill of controlling qi, and Zhuo Bufan's only shot is just a sword, and the light skill is much inferior to Murong Fu.

In this way, the two of them chased one person and one dodged, Zhuo Bufan was stunned that there was no way to take Murong Fu, time passed slowly, and Murong Fu finally transformed all the internal forces in his body, and at this time, Murong Fu was also like Zhuo Bufan, condensing his qi in his body.

Murong Fu, who was evading, found the right time, turned around and narrowed the distance between Zhuo Bufan, and swung out with a sword, although the momentum of the thick sword qi was not very strong, but it was still incomparable, and a ** white qi wave formed behind him, like a rapidly changing flowing cloud, pushing the speed of the sword qi.

Click!

The sword qi and Zhuo Bufan's sword were in contact in an instant, and the next moment, the sword qi was still cut off by everything, and the sword qi that had shrunk by two-thirds was still unstoppable, and it hit Murong Fu's body protection qi hard, and a smile appeared at the corner of Murong Fu's mouth, it was at this time.

"Participation in the Finger"

A white finger, like wind and thunder, like fire and electricity, carried a fierce, terrifying, public, domineering momentum, and slammed into Zhuo Bufan's body, and the protective body was pierced by the fingers without hesitation, and instantly hit the Taiyuan acupoint on Zhuo Bufan's wrist, Zhuo Bufan's right hand holding the sword was numb, and the five fingers holding the hilt of the sword were loosened.

Although Murong Fu hit Zhuo Bufan, but it was not comfortable at the moment, Zhuo Bufan's remaining one-third of the sword was stabbed in Murong Fu's left ribs, if Murong dodged just now, it would be impossible for the Shenhe finger to hit the Taiyuan acupoint on Zhuo Bufan's wrist, and Murong Fu, who was seriously injured in exchange for Zhuo Bufan's flaw, endured severe pain, and in the short time when Zhuo Bufan picked up the sword, the sword in his hand slashed a poignant sword light against Zhuo Bufan's heart.

"How, how, maybe!" A trace of incredulity flashed in Zhuo Bufan's eyes, as if he couldn't believe that his dignified sword god would actually be killed by a junior.

ps: I wish you all a happy Dragon Boat Festival, whether the corner is jumping into the river or eating zongzi depends on everyone's meaning, by the way, I recommend my friends' new book "Sword Saint in the World" book shortage friends may wish to take a look!