I'm the best catcher in martial arts

"Boy, tell me your name!"

"Huashan Sect, Linghu Chong!"

Linghu Chong announced his name loudly.

This is what Zhu Yueming told him. Since he is doing a chivalrous thing, why hide his head and show his tail?

The Huashan Sect has been in decline over the years, and it is in need of young heroes like me who can become famous with one sword, wipe out the demons and ghosts in the world, and promote the prestige of the Huashan Sect.

Originally, Linghu Chong felt that something was wrong and that doing so was too high-profile. Unexpectedly, Zhu Yueming followed up with his ultimate move and completely sunk Linghu Chong with one blow.

Zhu Yueming took out two swords.

It's none other than the two swords of gentleman and lady that Yang Guo and Xiao Longnu used in the past.

Linghu Chong's master, Yue Buqun, was known as the Junzi Sword. If he brought the Junzi and Lady Swords back to Huashan and let his master and his wife use them, it would definitely be very respectable. Who dares to say that Chaoyang Peak has declined?

Zhu Yueming presented such a generous gift, and Linghu Chong was moved to tears. Naturally, he would agree with whatever Zhu Yueming said. A mere name was not worth mentioning.

The young man is passionate and moves forward inexorably.

What young swordsman doesn’t want to become famous with his sword?

Now that he saw Murong Fu and their arrogant posture, Linghu Chong didn't have the slightest doubt about Zhu Yueming's words and immediately drew his sword and pointed it at Murong Fu.

Bao BuTong snorted coldly: "It turns out he is the apprentice of that hypocrite Yue Buqun. Even if your master comes and fills the toilet for Mr. Bao, I will despise him for being dirty!"

Linghu Chong was furious when he heard this: "I want to see what your Excellency is capable of. You can take action!"

Bao Tongtong sarcastically said: "No, no, as long as Mr. Bao makes a move, your master will also die. You still have a long life, so why rush to die?"

"Then I will send you to death first!"

Linghu Chong stabbed Bao Tongtong in the chest and abdomen with his sword.

This move was the Huashan School's "Bai Yun Chu Xiu", there was nothing special about it. Seeing this, Bao BuTong mocked disdainfully and stabbed Linghu Chong's wrist with his sword.

According to Bao BuTong's expectation, this move would definitely destroy Linghu Chong's hand tendons, thus shocking Zhu Yueming and others, allowing them to recognize the reality.

Unexpectedly, the sword had just thrust out, and Linghu Chong's sword edge deflected slightly. Not only did it avoid his sword edge, but it seemed as if Bao BuTong took the initiative to bump into Linghu Chong's sword tip.

As a retainer of the Murong family, Bao BuTong had entered Huan Shi Shui Pavilion and learned many superb sword techniques. Although he was slightly shocked, he remained calm and drew an arc with the sword in his hand, stabbing Linghu Chong's lower abdomen.

Linghu Chong didn't move, he still only deflected the sword slightly, and then used different powerful moves.

The two of them passed three moves in a row. Bao Bubutong just felt that he was a ghost in the daytime. Linghu Chong's moves were not very magical and his attack speed was not fast, but he could defeat his swordsmanship.

Regardless of whether he used a fast sword, a slow sword, a heavy sword, or a soft sword, with one swipe of Linghu Chong's sword, his moves were immediately broken, and his subsequent moves were completely dismantled.

In less than ten moves, Bao BuTong was already at an absolute disadvantage. Linghu Chong was annoyed that he spoke so freely and showed no mercy in his attacks. Seeing an opportunity, the sword lightly swiped his wrist and cut off his tendon.

The tendons in his hands were cut off, and Bao BuTong's martial arts was reduced by fifty to sixty percent, and he lay down on the ground languidly.

Feng BoE and Bao BuTong were as close as brothers. Seeing this, they couldn't help but turn pale in fright. They drew their swords and slashed at Linghu Chong's neck.

Murong Fu was equally shocked. He originally wanted to use Bao BuTong to see Linghu Chong's sword skills clearly, but he didn't expect that after ten moves, Bao BuTong would be at an absolute disadvantage.

By the time he wanted to rescue him, Linghu Chong had already used a natural trick to defeat Bao BuTong.

What kind of swordsmanship is this?

Why have I never seen this kind of swordsmanship?

Can my cousin see through this kind of swordsmanship?

Murong Fu could not confirm whether Wang Yuyan could see through the Dugu Nine Swords. He only knew that if he did not rescue him, Feng Bo evil would be killed by Linghu Chong.

"Huashan's swordsmanship is indeed wonderful, Linghu Chong, let me learn your brilliant moves!"

Hearing Murong Fu's voice, Feng Bo was disgusted and reluctant, but he did not dare to disobey the emperor's order. However, his temper became stubborn. Since he could not beat Linghu Chong, he would cut off all the fat from Zhu Yueming's body.

"laugh!"

The sword energy slashed towards Zhu Yueming's round belly.

Zhu Yuanming's narrowed eyes looked at Feng BoE with a sarcastic smile, and his fat little hands quickly grabbed his wrist.

"Gaba!"

Feng BoE's right wrist bone was broken by Zhu Yueming.

Zhu Yueming doesn't like killing people!

Killing is not as important as capturing alive!

As soon as they recruited Feng BoEi, two of the Murong clan's four pillar retainers had already fallen into the hands of the imperial court.

If he couldn't defeat Linghu Chong as soon as possible, then kill Zhu Yueming and snatch him back, Murong Fu would become a bare commander. What kind of emperor would he be?

The more Murong Fu thought about it, the angrier he became. He swung his sword and slashed at Linghu Chong with a sound of wind and thunder. He used the Huashan Taibai sword technique to humiliate Linghu Chong.

Linghu Chong didn't care about this and even thought Murong Fu was stupid for fighting for these meaningless fame.

When it comes to martial arts training, everyone should use their best skills to their best advantage, because being angry and making irrational actions in a moment of anger is definitely not the behavior of a wise person.

This is what Zhu Yueming taught him.

Although Linghu Chong didn't understand it very well, he understood Zhu Yueming's simplified principles very well.

——No matter what kind of enemy you encounter, use the Dugu Nine Swords to slash him. No matter how the opponent uses tricks to stimulate you, just use the Dugu Nine Swords to slash him!

Linghu Chong thought it made sense.

His swordsmanship also became reasonable.

With a slight wave of the sword, he used the sword-breaking style of Dugu Nine Swords to break Murong Fu's sword energy, followed by a series of blows, and the sword energy pierced Murong Fu's veins.

With one careless move, Murong Fu knew not to be careless and used the Murong family's Dragon City Sword Technique.

Murong Fu's sword energy was continuous, like clouds and flowing water. In an instant, his whole body seemed to be covered in a curtain of light, overwhelming the sky and the earth.

The swordsmanship is named after "Dragon City", and it naturally carries the iron-blooded murderous spirit of the frontier battlefield. Although Murong Fu has never been on the battlefield, he has worn a dragon robe and sat on the dragon's chair. His mentality has changed, and his swordsmanship is much better than before.

Linghu Chong didn't care at all. No matter whether Murong Fu's sword energy was fierce and fierce, or gentle and soothing, he responded with the Dugu Nine Swords and easily defeated all the moves.

In terms of pure skill, Linghu Chong was no match for Murong Fu. If the two swords were to fight each other forcefully, Linghu Chong would be defeated within ten moves by relying on the mysteries of fighting.

Linghu Chong used his will to use his sword, pointing at Murong Fu's flaws with every move, just like knocking down dominoes. With just a slight push, it was the power of the mountains and the earth.

Murong Fu's talent was very similar to Shen Lian's. It was not Linghu Chong's miraculous understanding, but his perseverance in staying up late to study questions.

Whether you are willing or not, as long as you make up your mind and put in the effort, you can learn well.

For example, Murong Fu was unwilling to learn Han culture and wanted to learn Xianbei culture. However, Xianbei culture was lost with the fall of Nanyan, so he could only learn Han culture.

Here we need to correct Murong Fu's name. Murong Fu was not illiterate, at least he was very good at Go.

How to describe it?

It was as if he didn't want to go to school, but was forced to go to school by his parents. He asked questions about tactics every day, and learned a lot of good knowledge with his super learning ability.

The shortcomings are also obvious, that is, there are too many things in Murong Fu's studies. There is no solid foundation and strong branches. In the end, they are just branches.

If he were facing Bao BuTong and Feng BoEi, he could easily win with his strange moves, but his opponent was Linghu Chong, Linghu Chong who was least afraid of strange moves.

Murong Fu used more than a dozen sects such as Wudang, Kunlun, Emei, Bashan, Hainan, and Huanhua, and more than thirty advanced swordsmanship. His swordsmanship was dazzling.

Even a master like Zhu Yueming must concentrate on dealing with Murong Fu's swordsmanship.

Linghu Chong adhered to Zhu Yueming's instructions. No matter what superb swordsmanship Murong Fu used, no matter how Murong Fu provoked him, he would always fight back with the Dugu Nine Swords.

Linghu Chong's foundation in martial arts was far from the point where he could win without a sword and with a sword, and without a move but with a move. However, under the pressure of Murong Fu and the endless pressure of strange moves and techniques, he grasped the spiritual sense of Shen Er Mingzhi.

It was a little sluggish at the beginning, but after thirty moves it became smoother and smoother, and the swordsmanship became more refined and smooth.

Murong Fu's sword was swung like the wind, like a huge snow ball, rolling and crushing Linghu Chong. Linghu Chong stood firm and did not give in at all.

He was forced into desperate situations again and again, and fought back again and again. Each counterattack was Linghu Chong's motivation and improved his swordsmanship.

Dugu's Nine Swords become stronger when faced with the strong. Facing a master like Murong Fu who has studied hundreds of schools of thought, he is the destiny's nemesis.

The longer you fight, the more inspired you become.

At the most intense moment of the fight, Linghu Chong's eyes looked very misty, as if he could no longer see Murong Fu hidden in the sword energy, and could only capture it with his spiritual sense.

The more this is the case, the more unpredictable the swordsmanship becomes.

Unknowingly, Linghu Chong entered a state of freedom and unrestraint, just like the drunken grass sage Zhang Xu, writing famous poems with his pen.

Taking shape due to the situation, it is ancient and broad, well-proportioned, elegant and natural, like a golden snake dancing wildly, like a tiger sitting on a dragon's plate, showing the momentum of flowing thousands of miles and surging.

Linghu Chong's face was surrounded by a dense purple aura, and he appeared to be in high spirits, like a drunken and singing maniac in the Wei and Jin Dynasties.

Spending the days drinking and singing wildly, who is the hero of flying and domineering?

Murong Fu felt like he had seen a ghost. Although his skills were stronger and his sword energy was more exquisite, he was unable to fight back under Linghu Chong's sword.

Murong Fu was arrogant and looked down upon the head of Huashan, let alone the second generation disciple of Huashan?

Now they were competing with more than 200 moves, but not only did they not achieve the slightest result, but they were beaten to a pulp by Linghu Chong, and even stabbed in the shoulder. It was a humiliation that was extremely humiliating. How could he endure it?

Even the second generation disciples of Huashan couldn't defeat him, so what qualifications did he have to compete for hegemony in the martial arts world? What qualifications do you have to dominate the world?

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, and the angrier he became, the faster he got. He used all the tricks and tricks he had learned throughout his life.

Linghu Chong!

Linghu Chong!

Linghu Chong!

Murong Fu gritted his teeth, wishing to bite Linghu Chong's neck off. Just when he was at the peak of his anger, he heard a soft sound, and the sword in his hand was actually used by Linghu Chong to use his strength, and the sword flew several feet away.

"call!"

Murong Fu swung his palm towards Linghu Chong, but this move was a mistake. Linghu Chong was new to Dugu Nine Swords and had some proficiency in swords, but was not good at fists and kicks.

However, Linghu Chong was in a state of enlightenment, and his mind was full of insights, and he was not at a loss for a while.

If Murong Fu regained his senses and used his fists and kicks to attack Linghu Chong thirty times, Linghu Chong would definitely be defeated. However, he was angry in his heart and devoted himself to killing Linghu Chong. He seemed a little urgent when he launched his attacks, and loopholes were inevitable.

With Zhu Yueming's sharp eyesight, he naturally knew where Linghu Chong's strengths lay. With a wink, he placed an undercover agent in the Murong family and flew forward to throw the long sword.

"Master, take the sword!"

Murong Fu reached out to take the sword and swung the sword to attack wildly. The sound of whistling sword energy could not be heard. After a while, there was an explosion from Shishui Pavilion. Murong Fu and Linghu Chong reacted at the same time and fired the most powerful sword in their lives.

"Crack!"

The long sword in Murong Fu's hand broke into pieces, and all of them were stabbed into Linghu Chong's body, causing blood to flow continuously.

"Pfft!"

Linghu Chong's sword went straight into the palace and pierced Murong Fu's right shoulder. The sword edge penetrated the pipa bone. Without a special encounter, this right arm would have been completely destroyed.

"brush!"

Linghu Chong pointed his left hand together into a sword, and shot it out from an almost impossible angle to seal Murong Fu's acupuncture points.

This is the principle taught by Zhu Yueming.

——Brother Linghu, your swordsmanship is superb, but if you don’t have your sword, how can you take action?

——My brother will teach you a set of sword-pointing kung fu. This method should not be used lightly. You must use this method to turn defeat into victory when you are at the end of your rope and forced to a dead end.

Murong Fu's eyes were filled with tears and he looked up to the sky with a long sigh. Linghu Chong was on the verge of collapse and fell to the ground with a thud.

Even with the blessing of Dugu Nine Swords, defeating Murong Fu was by no means an easy task. His energy and energy had been exhausted to the limit, and he had reached the point where he was exhausted.

Being able to hold on and thrust out the sword finger was completely full of courage, and it was also thanks to Bao BuTong's stimulation.

Bao BuTong is such a good teammate!

Zhu Yueming waved his hand and asked someone to bandage up Linghu Chong, and then with the dexterity of a lark, he flew into Huanshi Shui Pavilion, and immediately saw a miserable scene.

The demons and monsters in the thirty-six holes and seventy-two islands wanted to take the opportunity to make a fortune from the Murong family, but they imagined that they would encounter a tough challenge and that they would all die within one move.

Broken bones and flesh were everywhere, and Murong's main hall turned into a hell on earth. A woman in white was half lying on Murong Fu's dragon chair, looking at Zhu Yueming coldly.

"Fat Zhu, I have no objection to you arresting Murong Fu. I have no objection to you destroying the Murong clan. But you can't enter Mantuo Villa."

"Why!"

"Just three words!"

"Appreciate further details."

"Li Qiushui!"

Zhu Yueming was startled, and then showed an extremely kind smile, without any hostility at all.

"Since it is the senior who is in person, the junior should naturally give the senior face, but the junior is going back like this and cannot communicate with his superiors. You don't want to face the catcher, right?

How about we each take a step back!

I will give you an hour. You can take away whoever you want. After an hour, I will lead the attack. What do you think, senior? "

Li Qiushui sneered: "You want to use Guo Bujing to suppress me? He is also a junior in front of me!"

Zhu Yueming said neither humble nor arrogantly: "Fighting does not depend on seniority, otherwise there would be no need to fight, just compare seniority directly. Another point is that although your status is very noble, this is the territory of the Ming Dynasty!"

"Aren't you afraid that I will take everyone away?"

"Don't be afraid. The Ming Dynasty's garrison in Gusu has been waiting for a long time. Even if all the seniors are taken away, how can they escape the pursuit with so many people?"

"Aren't you afraid of death?"

"To be honest, in a life-and-death fight, this junior is no match for my seniors, but when it comes to escape skills, no one in the entire six sects can beat me."

Zhu Yueming said: "This is not a threat, but a good word of advice. Senior, please don't make a mistake!"