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Chapter 57 The Unrivaled Murong Fu
Seeing the four great generals gradually approaching, Han Ling unconsciously touched the hilt of his sword.

Just now he relied on the divine power of Mount Sumeru's divine palm to frighten Bao Budong and the others, but after all, that set of palms takes too long to accumulate power, and it can't exert its power in actual combat.

In terms of real cultivation, he is still a little behind Deng Baichuan, the head of the four great generals.He just relied on his own martial arts level to be higher than the opponent's, and took advantage of it.

One-on-one, he is confident that he can beat anyone, even one-on-two, he can probably draw with the opponent.But with one against four, all he had to do was escape.

As a result, his plan to seek divine power will have to be shelved for a while.

He has already provoked the two giants of the Songshan School and the Murong Family, if he doesn't improve his cultivation quickly, his life will be in danger at any time.He has escaped once, but he may not be able to escape forever.

He looked at Murong Fu who was still floating in the air.

It's too far away.

Dugu Sword Intent is a one-time prop, with such a long distance, he was afraid that he would miss it.After all, he only had a mid-seventh stage cultivation to operate this sword intent, and he was worried that he would waste this only chance.

Murong Fu must be forced to do it himself!

Han Ling's eyes became sharper. He looked at the four generals contemptuously, and then looked at Murong Fu with a disdainful expression.

"I have heard for a long time that the Murong family is famous all over the world, and they are the top leaders in the Jiangnan martial arts. Seeing it today, it is inflated. This great reputation is only obtained by relying on the method of winning with more."

"Stinky boy, what nonsense are you talking about!"

"How can you slander the prestige of my Murong family!"

"No, no, little Wang Yi, you are just a clown. I waited to surround you just to prevent you from escaping."

"How dare you tarnish the reputation of my Murong family, and kill me!"

The most fiery-tempered and most fond of fighting, Feng Baoxi just raised his hand with a knife.

A huge blue knife light came out from below, and the ground was as soft as tofu, and a long knife mark was cut off, and it rushed towards Han Ling.

Han Ling was no longer what he used to be, and the sword light flashed.

A cyan sword glow suddenly appeared, cutting off the stormy sword glow at the waist.

The color of the sword light was slightly lighter, but the speed and power remained the same, and it went straight towards the storm.

With a loud roar, Feng Boxi slashed out layers of waves of knives, rolled up the aura of violent wind and rain, and laid down a network of knives like a net, and rushed straight at Han Ling, threatening to smash him to pieces!
Countless cyan sword shadows emerged, splitting the light and shattering the waves of swords.Han Ling's figure appeared and disappeared, and he had appeared in front of Feng Bo'e.

Feng Bo'e was shocked and wanted to fight back, but only saw Han Ling smile playfully, and then his neck was blocked by the sword.

"My boy, your swordsmanship is really good! I am willing to bow down!" Seeing that the other party took him down in a single face-to-face, Feng Bo's heartfelt admiration.

Han Ling ignored it, sheathed his sword, took a few steps back, fixed his eyes on Murong Fu, and said with a smile, "Look, if you fight alone, that's all you can do."

The whole place was silent.

The beggars were dumbfounded.There was a storm in the south of the Yangtze River, and he was aggressive all his life. He had been looking for people to compete in martial arts all year round.

The five-pocket disciple said tremblingly: "Master Quan, how old is this man? Could it be that he inherited the skills of his previous life, why is he so powerful!"

Quan Guanqing glanced at Han Ling with lingering fear. Fortunately, Murong Fu came in time, otherwise they would have been killed by each other's sword by now.He looked at Murong Fu floating in mid-air like a fairy again, and felt a little relieved.

No matter how powerful Wang Yi is, he is definitely not Murong Fu's opponent.

Deng Baichuan looked at Han Ling in amazement: "Second brother, are you sure this kid couldn't even fight back in front of you before?"

Gongye smiled wryly: "It was true before. But I don't know how this kid suddenly became so powerful. You said he was hiding his clumsiness before, but it doesn't make any sense."

"No and no." Bao Budong stared at Han Ling, "This person must have a unique knowledge, and he deliberately concealed it in order to conceal it before."

Gongyeqian suddenly remembered that when he was chasing and killing the opponent, the opponent used a six-level cultivation base to perform a light kung fu, but he couldn't catch up with him. At that time, he also had doubts. Obviously, Bao different guess was right.

However, judging from the opponent's performance just now, even the strongest Deng Baichuan did not think that he could defeat the opponent alone.

Members of the Beggar Clan were present at the scene, and if they tried to encircle and fight again, there would be some rumors in the Jianghu.

Murong Fu took a deep look at Han Ling: "You are very good, really, even if I am at your age, my skills will not be much higher than yours."

Han Ling smiled and said, "Mr. Murong is over the prize."

"It's a pity that you are still too young and energetic, and don't know how to cherish the opportunity I gave you. No matter how great the potential is, a genius must be able to grow up."

Murong Fu slowly landed on the ground, and said with regret on his face.

Han Ling gripped the hilt of the sword tightly. He knew that this might be the strongest opponent he had ever met in his life. Even if he had the trump card, he couldn't guarantee that he would be able to use it in front of the opponent.

You only have one chance, you can't kill Murong Fu, you have to frighten him, let him be cautious and dare not do anything.

Seeing Murong Fu approaching step by step, Han Ling looked calm on the surface, but in fact he was extremely nervous inside.

"The higher the level of cultivation, the slower the progress will be, but in return, every time a breakthrough is made, the combat power will have an unimaginable improvement.

You simply don't understand how big the gap between the Eighth Realm and the Seventh Realm is.That is simply not something that the peerless magic skills you have learned can make up for.

What's more, don't my Murong family have no unique skills? "

A strong wind blew up around at some point, and the air seemed to condense, squeezing towards Han Ling.Han Ling only felt that his mouth and nose were sealed by the strong wind, and he couldn't even breathe smoothly.

"Kneel down."

Murong Fu raised his hand, and Han Ling felt like he was carrying a mountain on his back, and his whole body was weighed down.

The zhenqi in his body was burning violently, and his bent legs slowly stood up straight. Han Ling squeezed out a mocking smile, and said to Murong Fu:
"Haven't you woke up yet? I really thought I was the emperor, and I always wanted to make people kneel down."

Murong Fu's pupils shrank sharply, as if someone had peeped into his heart. A cold killing intent surged from his heart, and his eyes towards Han Ling became even colder.

"kneel!"

Han Ling suddenly felt that the pressure on his body had increased greatly, and his legs that had just stood upright bent down again.

No, I kneel down to my parents, how could I kneel down to someone like Murong Fu!
How does he fit!
Han Ling gritted his teeth, blood spilled from his mouth, and slowly stood up straight again.Under this boundless pressure, Han Ling looked very embarrassed, as small as a lone boat in a huge wave, and might be swallowed anytime, anywhere, but his resolute eyes seemed to be shining with light, the light that pierced the night.

The people on the sidelines were a little bit sorry. Although this person was highly talented, it was a pity that he was too stubborn and didn't know how to adapt. It was impossible for this kind of person to go far in the arena.

Han Ling laughed again:

"You are just a lunatic who loves to dream. What you, your father, and even your ancestors conspired are nothing but illusions, and they will never succeed."

Murong Fu's murderous intentions arose!
(End of this chapter)