This person who rebuked Murong Fu in a rough voice was Boss Wu, who immediately jumped out of the forest with a deep blue sword in his hand.

This was followed by a large crowd of nearly 500 men, women and handsome men, monks and Taoists. Some have fluttering sleeves, some have narrow clothes, some are old men with long beards and flying hairs, and some are women with towering clouds, most of the costumes are strange, very different from the people of Middle-earth, and most of them hold swords, and most of the blades are strange in shape, and they cannot be named.

Among them, the most advanced was an old man who was not slow to be five feet tall and had a large head, holding two awls, a head with loose hair and a double-ring sword, and a middle-aged swordsman with three teeth covering his mouth and beard, and carrying a long, narrow black sheath sword with a simple shape.

Duan Yu glanced at them, and couldn't recognize the other two, but for the third middle-aged swordsman, he had paid special attention to it when he had read the original book, called Sword God Zhuo Bufan.

Of course, Duan Yu was not frightened by his name, who doesn't have a loud nickname for people who walk the rivers and lakes?

were all surrounded, so that Murong Fu had no choice but to say his name, hoping to be able to do something, so he made a quartet and said loudly: "Everyone, please, Murong Fu is polite in Xiagusu." ”

Boss Wu sneered: "My friends from the thirty-six caves and seventy-two islands are scattered to the ends of the earth, ignoring the idle affairs of the Central Plains. There are no tigers in the mountains, monkeys are called kings, like you who have not dried up like you, you actually say something like 'North Qiaofeng, South Murong', hehe!

It's funny, it's funny. Shameless, shameless! Let me tell you, if you want to get out today, it won't be difficult. You kowtow to every cave master in the thirty-six caves and every island owner on the seventy-two islands, for a total of 1,000 and 80 heads, and we will let you walk with eight babies. ”

Murong Fu didn't have to think about it, he had always been arrogant, how could he be willing to beg others for mercy and kowtow? He looked back at Duan Yu first. He said in a deep voice: "Duan Alliance Master, this matter can't be good today, I don't know if you decided to beg for mercy." Or fight to the end?"

"Even Murong Gongzi has been released, how can I not have a stronger attitude? As for my second brother Xuzhu, you don't have to ask, he will definitely be on our side. Duan Yu said.

Xuzhu folded his hands. Said "Amitabha". He just stood there stunned, not knowing what he was thinking.

Bao Wei knew Murong Gongzi's attitude, so he decisively used his internal strength and spit out a mouthful of phlegm, which happened to spit on Boss Wu's forehead.

This can't be blamed on Boss Wu's slow reaction and poor martial arts, the distance was originally less than two zhang, and he was still in the conversation stage. There was no official war, how could he have expected that Bao Wei would make such a move?

Over the years. Perhaps only the people of the Vulture Palace dare to dictate to Boss Wu, and when friends in the rivers and lakes meet him, they are all very polite and respectful of Boss Wu, and they set up a banquet to entertain him.

Boss Wu was suddenly furious and shouted: "Thief fat man, take your life!"

He immediately picked up the sparkling blue sword in his hand and slashed at it, and the air was suddenly filled with a salty smell.

Duan Yu's heart sank: "Boss Wu's war knife won't be taken out of the salted fish pile, right?"

Bao Wei and Feng Bo Evil went to resist Boss Wu, both of them were martial artists at the peak of the day after tomorrow, and they also had a lot of combat experience, so Boss Wu couldn't hurt them for a while.

As the saying goes, a stone stirs up a thousand waves, as soon as the black boss makes a move, the big-headed old man performs a rare technique of drilling into the ground, and in a few breaths, it suddenly emerges from the ground at Duan Yu's feet, and the two awls in his hands glow with a faint blue brilliance, which is obviously quenched with poison, and ordinary martial artists are estimated to die if they are pierced.

Even if Duan Yu had a body that was invulnerable to all poisons, he wouldn't be stupid enough to let this awl pierce, because that would make sense. He immediately performed Ling Bo Weibu to deal with him, and did not forget to protect Wang Yuyan.

At the beginning, Duan Yu also took Wang Yuyan's hand, took her to change directions, and constantly dodged the awl raid of the big-headed old man who was good at drilling the ground, but then it was a bit thankless, and as the rhythm of the big-headed old man accelerated more and more, the corners of Wang Yuyan's clothes were scratched.

Duan Yu immediately made a decision, carried Wang Yuyan on his back, and then continued to use Ling Bo Weibu, which was much faster.

He also tried to find an opportunity to fight back, but as soon as the big-headed old man attacked a few times, he immediately drilled into the ground, and Duan Yu's fast sword failed to stab him.

Duan Yu estimated that this big-headed old man had already dug some holes in this area, so that as soon as the battle started, he would be able to make full use of the geographical advantage.

On the other side, the sword god Zhuo Bufan decisively locked the opponent as Gusu Murong Fu, he thought that Murong Fu was his real opponent, after all, Nan Murong's name was too loud, and he had to win the name of his sword god.

With a sonorous sound, the black light flickered, and Zhuo Bufan had already pulled out a narrow black sword.

He dragged a narrow black sword to attack, and the sword moves were strange and swift, like autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves.

There was a clear sound of the blade breaking through the air in the air, the evening breeze was bleak, and the fallen leaves were flying.

Murong Fu sneered and said, "The swordsmanship is not bad, but there doesn't seem to be much change in the back hand. He pulled out the family heirloom sword and jumped over to dismantle the tricks with the sword god Zhuo Bufan.

Both of them are masters of using swords, and both swords and people have reached an extraordinary fit, with sword blades fighting, tumbling and tumbling dismantling for many rounds, and the winner has not yet been distinguished.

At the level of their sword, they have no time to slowly watch whether there are flaws in the opponent's swordsmanship, but they must try to give full play to their swordsmanship, so they can win.

Murong Fu began to use the Hundred Schools of Swordsmanship, and when he thought of the right move, he brought it into play perfectly, and the connection was quite ingenious.

But in this way, Cheng Dù's swordsmanship still failed to defeat the sword god Zhuo Bufan.

To the point where he was so entangled, Murong Fu had no choice but to perform his master's stunt, the Dragon City Sword Technique.

"Dragon soars for a thousand miles!" The sword light in Murong Fu's hand was so great that the whole person and the sword seemed to be one, like a dragon leaping in the void.

"Canghai Divine Sword~" Zhuo Bufan used his trick to press the bottom of the box, and few people in the martial arts knew his swordsmanship.

Master duel, the victory or defeat is between a thought, after all, the Dragon City swordsmanship was created by Murong Longcheng, the ancestor of the Gusu Murong clan back then, and the power was great, and Zhuo Bufan's talent was much worse, and he was soon defeated under the Longcheng swordsmanship.

But seeing that the narrow black sword in Zhuo Bufan's hand was still half an inch away from Murong Fu's heart, and the tip of Murong Fu's sword was already against his throat, he only needed to move forward a little more, and Zhuo Bufan was going to explain here.

"Sure enough, there are talented people from generation to generation, and a generation of new people replaces old people. You do it, since I'm defeated, then please give me a good time. I have nothing to regret about dying under the sword of a sword-wielding master like you. Zhuo Bufan said loudly.

Many people present were shocked, Gusunan Murong was really famous, and he still had real skills, and everyone knew about the extraordinary martial arts of the sword god.

He is not only a master of the Innate Shidan realm, but his swordsmanship is extremely sharp, and he has never heard of him losing a sword against anyone.

But now that the facts are in front of us, the people of the 36 caves and the 72 islands cannot believe it.

Murong Fu's eyes narrowed slightly, and countless thoughts turned in his heart in an instant, and then he floated back two zhang away, arching his hand and smiling: "It's really not a fight, I don't know each other, Your Excellency's swordsmanship is also very exquisite, and the artistic conception is extraordinary." The gap between us is only a fraction of a centimeter. ”

Of course, he did this with the intention of winning the hearts and minds of the people and easing the situation. In fact, Murong Fu sneered in his heart, their Murong family's Dragon City Sword Technique, as well as the Dou Zhuan Xing Shift that had not yet been performed, were not something that these rabble in front of them could resist.

Of course, Zhuo Bufan is not a person who wants to die, he just wanted to preserve his dignity after the defeat, and now Murong Fu is just giving him a step down, which is really a thousand joys, so from the beginning of his hatred of Murong Fu, to now his good impression has doubled.

He returned the salute and stepped back, not stopping the attack of Boss Wu and the others for the time being, because he was too anxious to make peace, but felt that he was too grateful to Murong for sparing his life.

People like Sword God Zhuo Bufan, although they are not very wise, but their grasp of human feelings and sophistication is far beyond ordinary people.

Then more than a dozen masters rushed out and besieged Murong Fu, they were not swordsmen who advocated fighting alone, so they were happy to besiege them.

Among them, there was a person named Mrs. Li, her flying knife kung fu was very good, and the eighteen flying knives were stimulated in a row, and Murong Fu was busy dealing with other tricks, so he had to perform a family heirloom stunt to turn the stars.

Fired fifteen throwing knives back, killing many enemies, while his longsword blocked two knives, leaving one in his shoulder.

"Fortunately, when I performed this stunt, I didn't yell and the stars shifted. Otherwise, these people will think that my family skills are not particularly powerful, but in fact, it is just because I have not practiced them to the point of being extremely proficient. Murong Fuxin said.

But immediately after, there was a sharp pain in his shoulder, and it was obvious that these martial artists on the side of the door had a good habit of quenching poison on top of their weapons.

Murong Fu killed and injured a few more martial artists, and Mrs. Li, who released the flying knife, sneered behind him: "My Silver Jiao Flying Knife is quenched with Soul Devouring, the more you use your internal force to fight, then the faster you will die." But if you are willing to surrender to me, I will surely save your life, and seeing how handsome you are, how can I be willing to kill you?"

Murong Fu snorted coldly: "It's up to you to call the shots here, do you think I don't have eyes?"

Mrs. Li said with a smile: "Although our thirty-six caves and seventy-two islands are under the jurisdiction of the Vulture Palace, they are allies with each other, and Boss Wu is the leader, but he also has to respect the opinion of a master like me." I told you that I could still do it to save your life. ”

Murong Fu was a little entangled, he had no combat power now, so he could only watch Duan Yu and Xuzhu. (To be continued......)