The environment of Xuanshuang Village is elegant, and it is indeed a good place to concentrate on cultivation. In order to keep him, the evil man also tried his best, not only to eat and drink well, but also to choose the attic that was first-class.

The emperor was happy and slept comfortably for a night.

Early the next morning, in the courteous service of the banker, Huang Fu Yan combed his hair for the first time, and compared with the previous messy hairstyle, it looked more gentle and elegant.

After sending his subordinates out, the emperor began to carefully examine the furnishings in the house.

Gold-topped stone walls, splendid blankets, freehand poetry and paintings, fragrant wood tables and chairs. Outside the window, there are red leaves and blue sky, and the breeze is blowing. Feeling the freshness and nature of this era, Huangfu couldn't help but be poetic, stole a sentence that corresponded to the occasion, and whispered: "Persimmon leaves turn red and frost in autumn, and the blue sky is like water leaning on the red mansion." ”

"Brother Tai is so Yaxing, that's right, haha!"

Suddenly, a slightly immature voice came from outside the door.

Huangfu frowned without a trace, and was surprised who had arrived, so he saw a stormy laugh outside the door: "The little brother of Huangfu is not only extremely good at swordsmanship, but even his literary style is so wonderful, but the old wind can't reach it!" As he spoke, the door was pushed open.

The emperor looked over and saw a young man walking in. But I saw that strange young man, thirteen or fourteen years old, wearing a light yellow shirt and a long sword hanging from his waist, floating up, with a handsome face, chic and elegant.

The appearance of the turmoil and respect has already made Huangfu guess the identity of the visitor.

Sure enough, when the two of them arrived in front of him, the storm turned to the man: "This little brother of the emperor is a master of using a sword, and I tried with him yesterday and was defeated. As he spoke, he casually glanced at the ancient sword that Huangfu was carrying behind him.

"In Xiagu Su Murong Fu, brother Tai is a great talent!" Murong Fu saluted, his words were modest, and he seemed to be interested in accepting.

The Murong family is famous in the southern martial arts, and ordinary people must be surprised to know his identity. But Huang Fu Yan is clear about the future development, knowing that this kid will be a set of cups in the future, not only is he not the slightest surprised, but there is also an inexplicable sympathy in his eyes.

Murong Fu was a little uncomfortable by him, and remembered the purpose of his visit this time, so he said: "I also have a little dabbling in swordsmanship, why don't you and I try it out, and meet friends with martial arts, how about it?"

"I have heard of the prestige of the Murong family, and the Huangfu Yan's rough and shallow swordsmanship has made Your Excellency smile!" As he spoke, the Huangfu Yan pulled out the ancient sword behind his back and made a sword gesture with a starting sword momentum, with a fighting intent Ling Ran.

This guy is the best among the villains, and the Murong family is proficient in a lot of swordsmanship, and Huangfu Yan wants to see it and verify it with his own swordsmanship.

"Good sword!" Murong Fu said secretly in his heart.

The two came to the backyard, and when the sun rose, they each set one side.

Murong Fu's sword is also extraordinary, with white light flashing, the blade of the sword is dazzling, and a silver dragon is depicted on the hilt, which is the sword of the Great Yan Dynasty to protect the country. However, compared with the quaint and strange of Qingluan Sword, it is inferior.

Huang Fu Yan knew his catties, and he was not polite, so he suddenly turned his body and danced his sword, forming a sword flower that was long and long.

Murong Fu was determined to win the Qingluan Sword, and he was suspicious of what kind of stunt he used, so he tightened the sword in his hand, put his feet a little, and his body was more than seven or eight feet long, and he led people with his sword, and threw himself straight to the top of Huangfu's death.

Huangfu Yan knew that it was not good, as soon as the sword was retracted, he hurriedly used his strength to step forward, and his body was straight forward, although he escaped quickly, but he had been cut by Murong Fu's killer sword in his left arm, a blood groove four or five inches long.

At this time, Huangfu Yan realized that Murong Fu was wrong, how could he use martial arts to meet friends but recruit a deadly fight, his heart was tight, and he already had the idea of taking the opportunity to escape.

Murong Fu also found that he was a little anxious at this time, and his face was a little unbearable, so he said: "Brother Huangfu's swordsmanship is really extraordinary, he was anxious for a while, and he almost injured Brother Tai, this time he will be punished without using the sword in his hand!" After speaking, I saw him put on a fist starter.

Huangfu Yan secretly sneered, but he didn't break it, smiled, and continued to draw his sword. Knowing that Murong Fu had some understanding of the martial arts of various factions, when he cast his sword, he combined several moves.

Murong Fu punched out, his luck was in his arm, and he took his sword light with a roll, and with a long snort, his right sleeve was torn off. Murong Fu's face did not change, his fist did not retract, and the internal force of his whole body was sent out of his fist.

The best skill of his Gusu Murong family is "Fighting and Turning the Stars", using his strength to fight, no matter what kind of kung fu the opponent casts, he can transfer his strength and counterattack the opponent himself.

The divine sword was sharp, Murong Fu didn't dare to hold it up, and secretly had already turned the "Dou Zhuan Star Shift" into operation.

Huang Fu Yan only felt a rebound force coming from the sword, and his hand was numb, and the sword blade actually turned to his own side to strike. In a panic, the strength of the five fingers was small, and he almost fell off the sword.

"Dou Zhuan Xingxing!" Huang Fu Yan was shocked in his heart, he didn't want this Murong Fu to be so shameless, since it was a sword competition, he still used this kind of mastery.

He was angry in his heart, and his sword technique changed quickly, and he immediately slashed at Murong Fu. This move, "Jade Belt Waist", has been used by him to use the mental method that he has not yet cultivated, and he attacked Murong Fu in three directions in front, right, and back with a sword, all of which were fatal and ruthless.

Murong Fu let out a "huh", his body was slightly sideways, his eyes flashed, he saw the origin of this move, and couldn't help but say: "One word Hui Sword Gate!"

Immediately, I saw Murong Fu's right hand tremble, a sword slashed up, his left hand moved, a sword moved forward from the bottom to the top, and the two sword lights moved slowly, like an oar across the water. It is the Kunlun School's "unparalleled swordsmanship".

"Xiu Xiu!" began to sound, appearing sharp, and I saw two silver sword lights surrounding Huang Fu's body, constantly flickering, very sharp. The two sword lights were sometimes straight, sometimes curved, and sometimes strangely penetrated each other, intersecting and opening and closing in parallel.

Huangfu was forced to be helpless, and reluctantly used Zhou Gong's swordsmanship one by one, all of which were a combination of heart and law.

Soon, more than a dozen sword wounds fell on Huangfu's body.

Reluctantly using these three swordsmanship is the extreme, and if you want to give full play to the true power of Zhou Gongjian, you can't do it unless you understand it.

At this time, Murong Fu also saw that the Zhou Gong swordsmanship used by Huangfu was different, and he was curious.

The two have reached this point, and it is no longer a normal competition. Murong Fu was not hiding his greed at this time, and while forcing Huangfu with a sword stronger than a sword, he smiled and said, "The sword in Brother Tai's hand is good, can you borrow it." Haha, these few moves Zhou Gongjian looks good......"

At this time, the emperor didn't know that the root of the curse was left yesterday, thinking about it, he glared at the excited turmoil on the side with resentment.

Fengbo's evil face turned cold, and he sneered: "Stinky boy, don't you know that the rivers and lakes are sinister, seeing that your milk has not yet retreated, we will not take your life, obediently leave what my son-in-law needs, and let you live!"

"Phew! The Murong family is really famous, haha!" At this time, Huangfu Yan received another blow on the shoulder, and after a row, he lost too much blood and began to feel dizzy.

The backyard is a bamboo forest, and the emperor can see it clearly, outside the bamboo forest, there is a cliff. There are Xuanshuang Zhuang Zhuangke in other directions, not to mention that this Murong Fu is so difficult, and there is a turmoil on the side, and there is no hope of breaking through.

His heart was as cold as ice, and after he was reborn, vendettas, treasure snatching, and robbery were all encountered by him. The rivers and lakes are really not fairy tales, he was ruthless in his heart, and the little Xuanwu True Qi left in his body gathered on his feet, and after receiving a sword from Murong Fu through his chest, he forcibly ran towards the bamboo forest.

This time suddenly, Mo said that the turmoil and evil did not have time to stop it, even Murong Fu did not react.

The sword momentum of the Wushuang Sword was slow, and the strength of the back had not yet been accumulated, and the sword of protecting the country was inserted into the chest of Huangfu Yan, and before he could pull it out, he inserted it into his body and ran away.

The bamboo forest is too small, and after a few breaths, the emperor has come to the edge of the cliff.

At this time, Murong Fu and Feng Bo Evil also caught up.

"Haha, Murong Yimen, Lao Tzu won't let you go if you're a ghost!" Huangfu Yan laughed, and without waiting for the two to speak, he jumped and fell into the cliff.

"Don't!" Murong Fu shouted, ran to the edge of the cliff, and stared down in a daze.

With his current strength, he can't go down at all. The deep valley of dozens of zhang, ten thousand stones and forests, towered upwards like a sword, fell down, and it was difficult to survive.

At that moment, a gust of wind blew, waking Murong Fu up and muttering: "Could it be the will of heaven, the Great Yan Kingdom has lost this last treasure to protect the country, how can it prosper!"

When I heard the turmoil, I felt ashamed, and I knew that if I hadn't known that I had instigated my son to seize the sword, I would not have stolen the chicken and lost the sword to protect the country.

"It's just a sword, that kid fell below, it must be a catastrophe, and the future son will be a great achievement, and the two divine swords are all in the bag!"

"Yes, yes......" Murong Fu seemed to have figured out something, and his eyes lit up.