Martial Arts Begins and Marries Wang Yuyan

Murong Fu calmly glanced around Zhu Xiawu, Shan Yuru and others, and said with a smile:

"You guys don't think that this king [Tokyo City] is your back garden, right?"

"Come and leave whenever you want?"

Zhu Xiawu said in a deep voice: "What do you want?"

Shan Yuru said: "His Royal Highness, King Yan, please forgive others if you can. You have already won a great victory, why do you have to fight with us forever?"

"A joke." Murong Fu looked at Shan Yuru as if he were an idiot: "If you win, how can you let me go?"

"Stop talking nonsense. If you want to fight, just fight. Will I, Zhu Xiawu, be afraid of you?" Zhu Xiawu roared and headed towards Murong Fu.

"The broken body of a single sword drinks the cold wind. Today there is a drunken yellow dragon. In the past, the flying wings covered the past and the present. Let's talk about the swordsman's way of Shu!" Murong Fu chanted heroically.

The [Tianji Stick] has already appeared in his hand, and he smashes it with murderous intent.

"Bang!" Everyone saw a red shadow passing by.

When he reacted again, Murong Fu was already in front of him.

"Work together! Otherwise, you and I will be in danger!" Shan Yuru shouted, took out the bone flute and stepped forward to fight with Murong Fu.

I have to say that this leader of the [Destiny Sect] does have two skills.

Sonic attacks have their own unique features.

Unfortunately, she met Murong Fu today.

Drinking it loudly, no matter whether it was a knife or a sword that she turned into sonic waves, everything was shattered, and it had no effect at all.

Seeing this, other people also stepped forward to help.

Thinking of using more people to bully fewer people.

Murong Fu sneered, and with one stick and one blow, he broke the man's bones and broke the other man's arm.

lonely!

At this moment, Mo Rongfu had a way of feeling like he was at the top of the mountain, looking at the small loneliness of the mountains.

He pinched Shan Yuru's delicate forehead with one hand and forced her to kneel in front of him, while muttering to himself: "No one in this world can be my opponent."

"Playing with these people again will be really boring."

"Pfft~" Shan Yuru suddenly felt a powerful force entering his body like electricity.

The next moment, she rolled her eyes and passed out, trembling all over.

Murong Fu said lightly:

"Unexpectedly, the Yuan Yin in your body is not inferior to that of a virgin. Not bad, not bad."

"Since you're not dead, it's your good fortune!"

When the others saw how brave Murong Fu was, they didn't dare to stay any longer and turned around and ran away.

"Humph, go!" Murong Fu thought in his mind, and three clones that looked exactly like him appeared strangely on the side and started to kill the people who were escaping.

"Spiritual power, clone, consciousness."

"Murong Fu! Who are you?" Zhu Xiawu stood up with difficulty, roared ferociously, and then swelled up again.

"Do you think you are the Hulk? All your power depends on roaring?" Murong Fu scorned, his whole body was covered with purple flames, and he swung the club without any courtesy.

"Bang!"

The two forces collided together, causing a huge wave of air.

"Ah~" Zhu Xiawu angrily tried to open the [Tianji Rod], but it was of no use at all.

[Tianji Stick] was like a big mountain, pressing down so hard that he couldn't lift his hand, and he instinctively felt a kind of fear.

The weak fear the strong.

"How could it be?" Zhu Xiawu roared unwillingly: "How could I lose to you?"

"What can't you do?" Murong Fu asked again: "You have been here to define the world for many years, but in the end, you have made no achievements."

"If I were you, I would rather die."

Zhu Xiawu was about to retort, but he saw Murong Fu's hand slowly touching him, and the breath of death instantly penetrated his heart:

"No... don't, I don't want to die!"

Murong Fu said contemptuously: "You are just a small character, what's the use of living?"

"A small role?" Zhu Xiawu also questioned his identity at this time and fell into infinite doubt.

He was originally from the Zhu family in [Da Ru Realm], and was sent here just because he was a commoner.

The exercises and exercises practiced by the family cannot be used at all.

He can only rely on his own ability to climb up step by step.

Who can understand the hard work involved? Who can understand?

He shouted with great anger: "Why, why, you all look down on me?"

"Ah~Murong Fu, I will bite you to death."

"Haha, am I going to die?" Murong Fu had already grasped Zhu Xiawu's forehead with five fingers. With just one tap, his life would be taken away. M..

"I'm afraid you won't be able to see it."

"No! Murong Fu, you can't kill me! I'm from the Zhu family of [Da Ru Realm]." Zhu Xiawu shouted, "If I die, my family will not let you go."

"Haha, you should leave these retarded words to your father. I am not a three-year-old child." As soon as Murong Fu finished speaking, a black light flashed from his palm.

In an instant, Zhu Xiawu's essence, blood and memory were absorbed.

Finally, it was reduced to a ball of skin and bones.

Murong Fu shivered and felt extremely comfortable.

It took some time to absorb Zhu Xiawu's memory.

He smiled and stepped to Zhao Min's side.

"I'll wait to see you, Your Majesty!"

The generals around Zhao Min were already accustomed to Murong Fu's appearance and appearance, and they all saluted him.

Murong Fu waved his hand calmly and asked him to stand up: "Generals, this is a military camp and there is no need to be polite."

"I will thank you, Your Majesty." the generals replied.

Murong Fu looked at Zhao Min and said, "How was the battle?"

"It's coming to an end, and [Tokyo] has become a ruin." Zhao Min's mood was not high, and he was not at all excited about talking and winning the battle.

Murong Fu asked curiously: "What's wrong, my wife Min, but our army suffered too many casualties?"

"Back to King Yan, our army's casualties in this battle were not heavy." A general named Zhao He said.

Murong Fu was even more puzzled: "If that's the case, why aren't you happy?"

"Alas." Zhao Min sighed: "Your Majesty misunderstood, I just think that we killed too many people this time. In this battle, in addition to the Japanese soldiers, there were also many Japanese people who died under the cannon. "

"A rough estimate is that at least 140,000 civilians died in vain."

When Murong Fu heard this, not only did he not feel sad at all, but he felt that it was natural:

"It doesn't matter. If you die, you will die."

"Whoever made Toyotomi Hideyoshi want to murder this king will be blamed on him."

When the generals heard this, they were shocked.

Everyone knew originally that Murong Fu was decisive in killing, but now it seemed that he was taking it lightly.

It seems that killing people is more suitable for him.

Zhao Min knew Murong Fu very well and knew that he was not the murderer. He did not say anything more, but explained:

"The soldiers fought for a day and a night and were almost exhausted."

"I ordered them to rest for the night and hunt again tomorrow."

Murong Fu smiled faintly. He had long known that it was impossible to kill them all, otherwise he would not have let Toyotomi Hideyoshi run away: "It doesn't matter, they can't escape from the [Japanese] island."

"Let Fenghuo Liancheng do the rest."