blenderwars Chapter 126 Murong Fu vs Jiumozhi
Chapter 126 Murong Fu vs Jiumozhi
Chapter 126 Murong Fu vs Jiumozhi
"Master Murong, are you willing to accompany me to Mr. Murong's grave now?"
Jiumozhi sighed.
Murong Fu, however, is still in self-doubt.
He felt that the world in front of him seemed to have collapsed.
Nan Murong and Bei Qiao Feng are the top experts of the younger generation in the martial arts world, as well as the top experts in the entire martial arts world.
He felt that although there were some martial arts celebrities who were perhaps better than him before, they were definitely not many.
Now that he has improved and his strength has risen so much, Bei Qiaofeng should be left behind by him, and there should be no one who can beat him.
But...before he went out to make a name for himself and increase the reputation of the Murong family to another level, this monk came and taught him a severe lesson with his own martial arts.
"I don't believe it, I don't believe you are so strong!"
After the endless loss, it is despair, collapse, disbelief, and wanting to escape from reality.
If he can't even achieve this level of martial arts and will be easily defeated by him, then when will he be able to collect all the martial arts heroes in the world and revive Dayan.
For a moment, he only felt that the road to restoring the country was nowhere in sight.
Of course... If Su Daochen were here, he would naturally not be able to help but complain: "What does this martial art have to do with Guangfu Dayan.
If you want to dominate the world, you should learn the art of war, culture, Taoism and military strategy. What's the point of just wandering around in the world. "
Murong Fu's eyes started to turn red slightly. He looked at Jiumozhi and saw that he had a smile on his face and a kind expression on his lips, but he still felt that this old guy was extremely hateful.
"Come again." Murong Fu shouted, "I don't believe it."
As he spoke, he flashed his figure and rushed forward.
It must be a hallucination, my martial arts practice has greatly improved, it is impossible to reach this point all of a sudden.
I must have been careless before.
"Since Mr. Murong is determined to do so, I will give you some advice on behalf of old Mr. Murong. I hope to help Mr. Murong and repay the old kindness."
Jiumozhi said with a smile, but there was some inexplicable ridicule in his heart.
Compared to old Murong, this person is still weaker, much weaker, far worse.
boom!
He stretched out his hand and patted it gently.
"Suggest me?
Let's see if you old guy is capable! "
Murong Fu had a crazy look on his face, his figure flashed very fast, and afterimages appeared. He drew out the long sword from his waist and attacked Jiumozhi.
This is clearly the same move as the Sunflower Book.
To be precise, Murong Fu has incorporated some of the subtleties of the sunflower into his martial arts moves, and every move carries great power.
This is why he feels that his martial arts has improved a lot, because he has really improved a lot.
It has to be said that Murong Fu is actually a genius. It has not been long since the Sunflower Book was in his hands, but now, he can extract the essence of it.
Although these methods are not as strong as the complete cheats, they don't need to go to the palace.
This time he attacked with all his strength, using all the main points of martial arts. I don't believe this great monk can really resist it.
With his ability to get closer, he shouldn't have been stopped, he shouldn't have.
He can't lose!
Jiumozhi's expression froze, and he looked at the strange moves in front of him, and he became a little more serious.
Such an evil swordsmanship, the martial arts of the Central Plains are extensive and profound.
Although the power is not very strong, it is also quite desirable. It would be even better if it could be faster.
With his eyesight, it is not difficult to see that the faster the speed of Murong Fu's sword technique, the stronger the power.
But now, this sword technique may be very fast in the eyes of ordinary Jianghu people, but in his eyes, it is still weak.
After all, he is also an innate realm, and his understanding of the world is naturally not comparable to that of the kid in front of him.
It's a pity that he can't see what this sword technique looks like, otherwise it will be of great benefit to himself.
Jiumozhi stretched out his hand lightly, and slapped out again. The strong wind howled, and the majestic momentum spread even more.
Murong Fu only felt that his breathing was not smooth, and the palm of his hand holding the sword began to tremble slightly.
There seems to be thousands of changes hidden in the move of the person in front of him.
In it, he seems to have seen the mysteries of a hundred schools of martial arts, the saber, sword, stick, and whip techniques he knows well can all be seen in this palm.
It seems that all the mysteries of martial arts have been integrated into this palm.
But in a trance, he felt that this palm was nothing special, it was just an ordinary palm technique.
But if you really want to attack through the normal way like this, it seems that you will be countered easily.
For a moment, Murong Fu felt irritated in his heart.
Is it so again?
He can't even fight with a palm?
This is impossible, this must be impossible!
The broad palm was slowly pressed down, and the warning signs in his heart became more and more serious, and there was an urge to walk away immediately.
No, no!
There is no coward in my Gusu Murong family who would run away before fighting.
As a descendant of the Dayan royal family, I can't back down either!
Grit your teeth!
Suddenly, without dodging, he thrust his sword towards Jiumozhi's palm.
boom!
No surprise.
Congenital Realm vs half-step Xiantian is a completely crushing situation.
Murong Fu took out his long sword and his face turned pale.
He staggered and fell to the ground, the dejected look on his brows was beyond words.
He is no match for this person, his own martial arts is nothing more than that.
Calling Nan Murong in vain, he is not worthy of being a descendant of the Dayan royal family.
The first failure before can be said to be careless, or it could be a momentary miss.
But this... is the second time, the second time... He was defeated by someone.
He just couldn't understand why there were so many masters in the world, and all of them had reached incredible levels.
Last time, the person surnamed Su was like this, and so was the great monk in front of him.
The martial arts he is most proud of in his life, in front of the two of them, is like a three-year-old child.
Hehe... It's just a joke to return the same way to him.
What is a great progress and what is a step forward are nothing more than presumptuous self-respect and a frog in the bottom of a well.
He looked numb, raised his head slightly, and saw Jiumozhi still had a caring and kind expression on his face.
"Young Master Murong, are you okay, the monk offended you."
Seeing his expression, Jiumozhi suddenly felt a sense of guilt. Did he act too harshly? This person...how did he become like this all of a sudden.
It can be seen that the Murong boy's eyes are full of despair, as if he has lost his life.
He had no doubt that if he turned around and left now, this person would most likely commit suicide.
"Master is serious, this junior is nothing serious." Murong Fu's expression turned pale, "It's just that the skills are not as good as people's." "
"If the master is really my father's friend, it doesn't mean he can't let you go to his grave to talk to him."
(End of this chapter)