Martial Arts Begins and Marries Wang Yuyan

"Haha, let's go."

Everyone was looking at the smoke.

A calm yet familiar voice rang in the ears of Wang Yuyan and the other girls.

"It's...your lord!"

"Ms. sir!"

"Bad enemy!"

…

With that, let’s leave.

In the field, the smoke turned into a tornado and shot straight into the sky.

In Gongsun Lan's place, there is a majestic man with a heavenly stick in his hand and his feet on the earth.

"Are you Murong Fu?" the ghost-faced man asked.

"Haha, there's no need to act. Master Chaotian, I know you are a traitor to Yang." Murong Fu said calmly.

"As expected of Murong, you can actually know my true face."

The ghost-faced man was slightly shaken.

After a pause of silence, he slowly took off the ghost mask on his face.

As expected, it was Tie Shou's uncle Yang Jie.

"There are many people who know your true face, and you are not as mysterious as you think." Murong Fu said contemptuously.

"Oh? Who else knows my true identity?" Yang Jie burst out with murderous intent and pressed towards Murong Fu.

"Haha, of course there is Qiao."

After a burst of laughter, Qiao Feng landed next to Murong Fu in mid-air.

"Qiao Feng?" Yang Zhao's face froze and turned a little ugly.

"I didn't expect that the leader of the Chaotian Sect would know me, Mr. Qiao." Qiao Feng said with a hearty smile.

"Nan Murong and Bei Qiao Peak, there is no one in the martial arts world who doesn't know. If I can kill the two of you in one fell swoop today, my Chaotian Sect will probably reverberate throughout the world." Yang Ziao pointed his broadsword and said proudly.

When Murong Fu and Qiao Feng heard this, they couldn't help but look at each other and both showed a hint of smile.

Qiao Feng joked: "Brother Murong, this person wants to kill me and you, what should you do?"

"Such a joke, even if he is a great master, I will kick his ass and let him know that together we are invincible!" Murong Fu replied domineeringly.

"Okay, then let Qiao take the lead." Qiao Feng's internal energy exploded and the sound of dragon roars came from his body.

He slapped a palm in the air, and his true energy turned into a golden dragon and bit Yang Jie.

Yang Zhao narrowed his eyes slightly and praised: "The Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms are indeed well-deserved, but they are not even close."

As he spoke, he raised the ghost-headed sword and turned it into sword light to smash the golden dragon with one strike.

The moment the golden dragon dissipated into countless infuriating energy, Murong Fu used [Wind Control Shape] to spread out tornadoes all over his body, and pointed the heavenly stick directly at Yang Zhai's face.

Yang Jialeng let out a "hum" and stepped back a few steps with his toes.

Suddenly he changed his feet, held the knife in both hands, and thrust it toward Murong Fu's armpit at a tricky angle from bottom to top.

Although it is an attack and a defense, it is extremely dangerous.

Gongsun Lan was close enough to take a closer look, and his heartstrings couldn't help but tighten.

Grandmaster vs. Grandmaster.

This is an impossible task. Murong Fu has created miracles before. I wonder if he can do it again this time.

The sound of the air tearing could be heard in Murong Fu's ears, and from the corner of his eye he could naturally see the fast and cruel knife.

His expression remained unchanged, not retreating but advancing.

The big stick was propped on the ground, using the force to fly into the air, and he stretched out his feet to kick Yang Jie.

Seeing this, Qiao Feng yelled, strode forward, and slapped Yang Jie's left arm with the same palm.

"Damn it."

Yang Jie never thought that Murong Fu had such rich combat experience, so he shouted loudly.

The true energy was injected into the ghost-headed sword, and the sword glowed like a giant, sweeping across the two of them.

Sonorous!

The knife and stick collided, causing sparks to fly and a roar that pierced the eardrums.

Then the surrounding cyclone shook.

Both sides of the battle took a hundred steps back, but their energy was still entangled.

"Okay, okay, very good!" Yang Jiao shouted several times: "I have never been forced into this by two juniors since I debuted."

"Too much nonsense, Yang Zhao, you will die today!"

Murong Fu roared loudly, and his whole body was filled with purple energy like fire, killing Yang Jie again.

If he hadn't been superior and prepared in advance, all his women would have been killed by this guy.

Who wouldn't be angry if his scales were touched?

The stick is as powerful as the sky, and the stick's shadow is like the sky.

[Tianji Stick Technique] is ever-changing and deadly in every move.

Yang Zhong is definitely a rare master of the sword. His sword is sharp and fast, and he fights with Murong Fu!

The figures intertwined and attacked each other.

"This Murong Fu is so terrifying that he defeated King Jinlun with his fists and kicks. Now he can defeat the leader of the Chaotian Sect with a stick. Doesn't he have no shortcomings?"

"Yes, I'm afraid he can only be defeated by the general himself."

"I'm afraid that with the addition of Beiqiao Feng, it would be difficult even for the general to take action."

…

The four of them, Bird, Bow, Rabbit and Dog, began to discuss in low voices.

The words fell.

Yang Zhai's body turned sharply, holding the handle of the knife. Suddenly, a cold light suddenly appeared, and the sword's light scattered in all directions.

The target was actually the carriage where Wang Yuyan and his daughters were.

"Despicable!" Murong Fu yelled, but he was indifferent. He took this opportunity to hit Yang Jie on the head with a stick.

Yang Jie asked coldly: "Murong Fu, you don't want your woman anymore."

Murong Fu said disdainfully: "Are you blind?"

Yang Zhao looked at the carriage for a moment, his face became warm and angry, and he cursed: "Qiao Feng, you should ruin my big job. When I kill Murong Fu, I will kill you."

"Haha, you have to wait until you can kill Brother Murong." Qiao Feng roared, and the golden dragon appeared behind him again, and shot several [Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms] to shatter the sword light.

Seeing this, Yang Zheng could only deal with Murong Fu seriously and never think about the conspiracy again.

The true energy exploded in vain.

The situation around him suddenly increased, and he planned to take advantage of his realm to kill Murong Fu.

Murong Fu showed disdain and activated the [Nine Lights Divine Dragon Skill], and the real fire in his body suddenly broke out.

The burning air made a loud "crunch" and "crunch" sound.

He just broke the Grandmaster's unique trend.

"How is that possible!" Yang Zhao was shocked again.

After living for so long, this was the first time he saw a master who could resist the pressure of the general situation.

It simply subverted his three views.

There was actually a desire to retreat in my heart.

It's just that the way of the sword has to advance but not retreat. If he retreats, his cultivation will be damaged in the future.

He concentrated his energy and roared loudly.

The ghost-headed broadsword shines even brighter, like a white rainbow piercing the sun.

From top to bottom, slash in the air.

"Well done!" Murong Fu's Zihuo leaned on the Tianji stick, flicked it fiercely, and intertwined with Yang Jie in mid-air.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

…

The two concentrated on killing together.

They are strong against each other, fighting back and forth, and their energy and sword light sweep across all directions.

Everyone in the field was shocked.

Staring closely at the two fighting men.

Afraid of missing anything.

"Okay, okay, Brother Murong is really powerful." Qiao Feng was the person with the highest level in the field, and he clenched his fists tightly, with sweat beads on his forehead from time to time.

In the carriage.

The pretty faces of the girls were tensed up, and they were extremely nervous every time they breathed or breathed.

"Is our prince so powerful?"

Roujia looked stupidly at the sight of this great man entangled with the enemy, fighting to the death of the world, and that he would be the husband-in-law she married out of anger.

"Hmph, do you think my taste is bad?" Zhao Fujin's tone was full of pride.

She knew she had made the right bet in this life!

Murong Fu was the great hero in her dream, stepping on colorful auspicious clouds to save her from the sea of ​​misery.

When the two girls were about to exchange words, suddenly, Azi screamed strangely:

"Look, the bad guys are going to fight!"