Murong Fu Dongfangqing

"Too much deceit!" Yu Zhenzi snarled, forcibly interrupting his luck in a flash, and took out a black lacquered iron sword from behind with his backhand, and raised the sword to block it.

As soon as he finished this action, the sword energy was already imminent, and he slashed on the iron sword with a puff, only to see a faint light glowing on the sword body, and a strange suction force was born out of thin air, pulling the sword energy in bit by bit, Finally devoured completely.

Murong Fu's face changed slightly, he mostly used probing, he didn't use much force, but he felt palpitations when the sword energy was swallowed.

This is an instinctive reaction. After any kind of energy leaves the body, it will still be connected with the master's mind for a certain period of time. If the energy is broken, etc., if the mind is hit, even if Murong Fu's internal energy is twice as strong, he cannot completely stop it. Affected.

"Murong Fu, don't force people too much, the poor are not the ones to be slaughtered!" Yu Zhenzi held an iron sword in front of his body, and shouted at Murong Fu with a stern voice.

Although he easily blocked Murong Fu's blow, he was not half complacent, but even more frightened, because he knew that with his current state, even with the blessing of the iron sword, he would definitely not be Murong Fu's opponent. The chances of conditions are all lost, the only thing we can do is delay time and wait for rescue, after all, this is Wu Sangui camp...

Murong Fu looked at the iron sword with interest, and smiled contemptuously, "So what if I force you? Come on, let me see how capable you are."

After speaking, he squeezed a sword formula with his left hand, and spread out the palm of his right hand. A small milky white sword slowly condensed out. The sharp sword intent faltered, and the surrounding void gradually became blurred.

Yu Zhenzi gritted his teeth with a terrified look on his face, "Murong Fu, today the poor will admit defeat, and I will give you the iron sword to spare the poor."

It can be seen that he is really terrified that he can say such a thing with his eyes above his head.

In fact, this is also the reason why Yu Zhenzi can still live to this day after doing all the bad things. When he is strong, he surrenders. He usually doesn't provoke those famous sects easily. Occasionally, when he hears the wind, he stays far away. Later, he offended many people, so he simply took refuge in him. Wu Sangui took refuge in the Pingxi Palace, and ordinary people in the Jianghu had nothing to do with him.

"It's too late." Murong Fu was unmoved at all, and said indifferently, the little sword with true energy in his palm suddenly jumped up, and the majestic sword intent poured down, for a moment, there was a strong wind, and the air exploded, like a mountain of swords and a sea of ​​swords, Rigid.

"You..." Yu Zhenzi was frightened and angry, and immediately stimulated the true energy in his dantian, and poured it into the iron sword frantically, but for him whose meridians were injured and had not yet recovered, the speed was indeed a bit slow.

Murong Fu was not in a hurry, he laughed, and grabbed the air with his probing hand, the sword's intentions froze all over the sky, and the flying speed of the little sword slowed down immediately.

Seeing this situation, Yu Zhenzi suddenly felt greatly insulted, and became extremely angry, a ruthless look flashed across his eyes, he opened his mouth with a muffled grunt, and spit out a big mouthful of blood, spraying it all on the iron sword.

A horrifying scene appeared, the iron sword seemed to come alive, and began to suck blood, and the dark light on the sword also added a bit of blood.

Murong Fu frowned slightly, "Sword spirit?"

In just a few breaths, Yu Zhenzi exhausted her last trace of true energy, and her whole body was like a deflated ball, her body shrunk abruptly, and her swollen face shrunk, so pale that there was no trace of blood. However, the iron sword in his hand was full of food and drink, and its light was extremely bright, as if it wanted to choose someone to devour.

Unconsciously, Murong Fu's face became a bit more dignified, as soon as the sword formula in his hand changed, Chi Xiao's sword came out of its sheath automatically with a bang, floating in front of him trembling slightly.

At this time, Yu Zhenzi raised his arms with great effort and swiped the sword. In time, all the light on the iron sword peeled off, turning into a thin black line with reddish color and swept towards Murong Fu. All the qi disappeared, even if it bumped into the small sword of zhenqi condensed by Murong Fu's nearly three successes, he just paused, and then pierced through it.

"Innate sword qi?" Murong Fu cried out in surprise, although it was a bit fierce and strange, but that unique aura was undoubtedly innate sword qi.

Apart from Ah Qing, this was the second time he had seen other people displaying real innate sword energy, and it was performed by a person whose skill had never entered the metamorphosis, and was not even top-notch. One can imagine the surprise in his heart.

Accidentally glanced at the handle

The iron sword that had become dull, Murong Fu grasped the Scarlet Heaven Sword, and slashed out with a sword around his body. Immediately, a milky white thin line stretched sharply, and he also used the innate sword energy impressively.

The same innate sword qi, but the breath and form are quite different, the sword qi wielded by Murong Fu is extremely positive and pure, while the sword qi slashed by Yu Zhenzi is extremely evil and evil, the two form a stark contrast.

It's a long story, but in fact, it was only in an instant, when the sword energy of the two met, there was no earth-shattering collision, and some just passed by silently, and then disappeared.

At the same time, Murong Fu's body trembled slightly, and he had a strange feeling of being stripped of his soul, but soon his face flashed and he returned to normal.

However, Yu Zhenzi's eyes turned white, his face quickly turned gray, a thread of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, his hands hang down weakly, and he died of exhaustion.

Murong Fu stepped forward to feel his heart, and shook his head regretfully, "It's so fragile, what a pity..."

In fact, he didn't intend to kill Yu Zhenzi so quickly, at least he had to force him to tell the secret of the iron sword before he would do it. Two times, one was to force the iron sword to fall, and the other was to test the power of the iron sword. Yu Zhenzi was so "weak and weak", so he died like this.

But he forgot that Yu Zhenzi was injured by the holy fire last night, and just now he forcibly interrupted his luck, causing additional injuries, and then poured his whole body's strength into the iron sword to deliver a life-threatening blow, which can be said to be exhausted Withering, and finally being backlashed by the innate sword energy, there is no reason for immortality.

But this person can be considered as one of the rare people who have committed the most crimes, and Murong Fu didn't feel guilty at all, he bent down and picked up the iron sword on the ground, put it in the palm of his hand and looked at it carefully.

The body of the sword is pitch-black and simple in shape, but it is full of rust, and a few patterns can be seen faintly, but they are all incomplete. If such a sword is thrown into a corner, it will be completely unremarkable.

Murong Fu had seen the power of this sword with his own eyes, so naturally he wouldn't treat it as broken metal, and immediately tried to lose a little bit of internal energy, but unexpectedly, a devouring force suddenly came, actively absorbing him like a long whale sucking water. internal force

, Even the spirit was sucked in, and the limbs showed signs of weakness. This feeling was exactly the same as when the power was absorbed by the Beiming Divine Art.

Murong Fu was startled, he hastily cut off the transmission of internal energy, and the iron sword fell silent immediately.

He took a closer look, and it was not time to study it, so he had to find a wooden box to put it away, and then left the tent.

"My lord, you've figured it out." Xia Guoxiang complained with a bit of resentment.

Murong Fu did delay a lot of time, turned his head and glanced, the army had already set up camp, nodded slightly, "Let's go."

Xia Guoxiang hesitated and asked, "Then... that Yuzhenzi..."

"I killed."

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After a while, the two came to the tent where the prisoners of the Golden Snake Camp were held. With Xia Guoxiang's human-shaped token, although the guarding soldiers were puzzled, they didn't ask any more questions, and immediately untied everyone, but it seemed that the medicine on them had not completely faded. All listless and drowsy.

Murong Fu frowned slightly, the medicine seemed a bit unusual.

"Mr. Murong, you...why are you here?" Cui Qiushan, who was considered the most powerful person among them, had already regained some energy, and asked in astonishment when he saw Murong Fu.

Murong Fu didn't answer, he pondered for a while and suddenly violently struck out, drew out the Scarlet Firmament Sword and slashed out, a stream of snow-white sword energy swept past.

Seeing this, everyone turned pale with shock. They wanted to dodge but their limbs were weak. They could only watch the sword energy pass through their bodies. But to their surprise, the pain they imagined did not come, and they became more energetic.

Innate sword energy only cuts the "soul" and does not harm the body. It is extremely mysterious. If it is used well, it can also have the magical effect of expelling poison and detoxification. Of course, it is limited to some spiritual drugs or poisons.

"Can you go?" Murong Fu put his sword back in its sheath and asked indifferently.

Everyone nodded quickly.

After getting out of the tent, everyone was a little sobered by the cold wind, and couldn't help whispering, "What kind of place is this? Why are we here?"

"It seems to be Wu Sangui camp, I

I remember last night when we went to burn the camp, we suddenly smelled a strange fragrance of flowers, and then we didn’t know anything. "

"Needless to say, we must have followed other people's ways. Hey, after so many years of walking in the rivers and lakes, this time it is considered ashamed and humiliated."

"Strange, why is Mr. Murong able to walk freely in the old turtle camp without anyone stopping him?"

"You ask me, who am I to ask..."

Cui Qiushan remained silent, he knew that Murong Fu had great powers, he thought that he could go wherever he wanted in Temujin's imperial city back then, a mere Wu Ying was nothing.

At this time, someone suddenly ran up to Murong Fu, blocked his way, and asked confidently, "Mr. Murong, since you entered the Wu camp as if you were in no one's land, why didn't you just go and kill that big traitor Wu Sangui?"

As soon as this remark came out, a strange look flashed across everyone's faces, Murong Fu's entry and exit of Wu Sangui's camp was like the back garden of his own home, the key point was accompanied by a general who respected him, it was hard not to be suspicious.

But Cui Qiushan's complexion changed drastically. He has experienced this kind of situation before. At that time, Murong Fu didn't give him any face. Now...

Sure enough, but seeing Murong Fu smiled slightly, he asked the man, "Your Excellency?"

"Next..." The man was still waiting to speak, but Murong Fu suddenly turned his head and said to Xia Guoxiang, "I don't know this man, please trouble Xia Dutong to send him back."

"Uh..." Xia Guoxiang didn't quite understand for a while, and he froze on the spot. Others changed their expressions, and a few acquaintances such as Cui Qiushan and Feng Jizhong hurriedly tried to persuade, "Mr. Murong, calm down, brother Li. Reckless, nothing else..."

"That's enough, don't talk nonsense," Murong Fu interrupted before he finished speaking, "If you don't want to leave, I can ask this Xia Dutong to send you all back, anyway, I don't care."

Then he glared at Xia Guoxiang, Xia Guoxiang understood, and immediately waved for two soldiers, dragging back the person who questioned him just now.

Everyone looked at each other, opened their mouths and gave up with a wry smile, they could see that Murong Fu really didn't care about their life or death at all.

(End of this chapter)