Zongwu: Murong Fu! I want both the beauty and the kingdom

Feeling the puzzled gazes of the four family generals, Gan Baobao's face turned red. He glanced at his sister secretly, only to see that under the moonlight, his sister's originally frosty face was flushed.

Fortunately, in the dark, the view was not too clear, and the only one who could see the blush on her face was probably the senior sister. Gan Baobao felt relieved, suppressed his shyness, and looked at the field.

However, he saw that in the field, the big sword in the black-clothed man's hand was sometimes fast and sometimes slow, pulled back and sent out, and the sword was flying in the moonlight. It was obvious that he was a master. If he and his senior sister were to face him, they would definitely not be his match and would not be able to withstand it.

And then look at Murong Fu, dressed in white, with an iron fan in his hand, standing still, blocking all the attacks of Taoist Zhang Xu. At first, he just relied on his speed to block. Before the sword arrived, the iron fan had already blocked the sword's path.

Later it slowly changed into that as soon as the sword move started, the iron fan had already touched the sword body.

Deng Baichuan and the others watched and nodded continuously, knowing that the young master with a burning gaze in the field had gradually seen through Taoist Zhang Xu's sword moves, and they felt relieved!

However, Taoist Zhang Xu became more and more frightened the more he fought. His Yin-Yang sword technique had always been effective, but when fighting against the man in front of him, every move was blocked.

My sword move was blocked just as I was about to exert force, so what was the point of using the sword?

Gradually, the situation in the field began to change again. It was not when the force was just starting to rise that it was stopped, but when the force was in the middle, and it was always like this. Taoist Zhang Xu thought that this person was so arrogant and looked down on him, but he could do nothing about it.

"Young master, take the sword!" Feng Boye saw that Murong Fu had seen through all of Taoist Zhang Xu's sword moves, so he threw his sword into the field.

"The one who knows me best is Fourth Brother Feng!" Murong Fu laughed loudly, jumped to the periphery of the battlefield, and caught Feng Boye's sword.

Murong Fu raised his lips and looked at Taoist Zhang Xu who was already sweating profusely. He began to perform the Yin-Yang sword technique that originally belonged to Taoist Zhang Xu.

When it was slow, it was slower than Taoist Zhang Xu's, and when it was fast, it was faster than Taoist Zhang Xu's. Taoist Zhang Xu then realized that his Yin-Yang swordsmanship was not weak, but the one who used the sword was weak.

The sword was slow to arrive, but he could only watch helplessly as it approached him, like a powerful force with nowhere to hide.

The sword moves at a fast speed and appears and disappears mysteriously. You can only hear the sound of the sword but not its shadow, and its appearance and movement are unpredictable.

As for the people on the periphery, they just felt that Taoist Zhang Xu was standing there stupidly, as if he had given up, waving the sword in his hand randomly without any order at all.

It is not difficult to guess that although Murong Fu was using Taoist Zhangxu's swordsmanship for the first time, he was already far superior to Taoist Zhangxu.

Especially Gan Baobao and Qin Hongmian, they felt that Murong Fu's great sword was even more invincible even if they faced it at the same time. Murong Fu's great sword was even more unbearable. They could only see the infinite amazement in their beautiful eyes. Young Master Murong was really a god, and he was so terrifying.

Taoist Zhangxu endured dozens of moves like this, and then he felt his hand lighten. It turned out that the sword in his hand had been knocked away and deeply embedded in a rock several feet away from here.

At the same time, Murong Fu threw the sword in his hand back, Feng Bo'e caught the sword and couldn't help but cheer.

Murong Fu threw the iron fan in his hand out, and Qin Hongmian and Gan Baobao stepped forward to catch it at the same time. After all, Qin Hongmian was more skilled in martial arts and caught the iron fan.

The baby is unhappy, the baby didn’t catch it...

At this time, neither of them had any weapons in their hands. Zhang Xudao was about to cry. He had no words to express his suffering. Who can save me~, save me~

Murong Fu looked calm and relaxed, and he had gained a lot from the battle just now. "Dou Zhuan Xing Yi" was indeed the Murong family's famous family secret skill, which could not only bounce back the opponent's internal force, but also help him observe the operation of the opponent's internal force and moves.

Murong Fu felt that Taoist Zhangxu's Yin-Yang sword was somewhat like the Wudang Tai Chi sword of later generations. It was full of the principles of Yin and Yang and was simply beyond words. He gave up the sword now and wanted to see if Taoist Zhangxu had any more surprises for him.

Taoist Zhangxu panted for a while and gradually calmed his breathing. Seeing Murong Fu waiting for him to recover, he knew that this time he was doomed.

Taoist Zhang Xu took up his stance. Since he had the Yin Yang Sword, he certainly had the Yin Yang Fist. In fact, the power of the Yin Yang Fist was even better than that of the Yin Yang Sword. Taoist Zhang Xu had been practicing in a Taoist temple since he was a child, and he practiced the Taoist boxing method every day to cultivate his body and mind.

Later, by chance, he acquired a magical skill and returned to Taoism, which he then used on the Yin-Yang Sword.

After Taoist Zhangxu got into position, he did not initiate an attack. It seemed that he wanted Murong Fu to attack first.

Murong Fu didn't wait and immediately used Taizu's long fist, opening and closing it, and attacked forward.

But there were gusts of wind and iron fists approaching, but Taoist Zhang Xu did not rush or slow down, he stretched out his arms, exerted force sideways, and threw Murong Fu out.

Taoist Zhangxu secretly groaned inwardly. If it were an ordinary person, his arms would have been shattered by that twist, but Murong Fu had deep internal strength, so he was only a little embarrassed, and even his steps were not disordered.

"Interesting! Water benefits all things without competing~" Murong Fu's eyes brightened. This Zhang Xu Taoist's boxing and swordsmanship are different. The swordsmanship is unpredictable, and the boxing uses the opponent's force to counter the opponent's force. It is similar to the "Dou Zhuan Xing Yi" technique.