[Comprehensive Martial Arts + Sword Three] Murong Fu of Attack

It's just that many times, even if people don't look for trouble, trouble will come to him.

Murong Fu and the others walked not far away when the carriage stopped.

Ximen Chuuxue lifted up the curtain and saw that a red arrow had been inserted firmly into the carriage driver's forehead, and blood clustered down from the center of the coachman's eyebrows, outlining his entire face into a hideous appearance.

Mu Liu hurriedly hugged the little beggar and got out of the car, Ximen Chuuxue and Murong Fu also quickly jumped off.

It was very quiet around, and there was not even a trace of human voice.

After a while, there was a sudden burst of singing.

The singing voice was far and near, male and female, and the content could not be heard clearly.

Ximen Chuuxue and Mu Liu were not surprised when they heard this, but Murong Fu felt a severe headache.

There seemed to be a mix of human voices in my mind.

"Why... the one who died was me, not you?"

"I won't be reconciled either..."

who is it?

Murong Fu clutched his chest and panted heavily, his complexion getting worse and worse, Ximen Chuixue at the side quickly supported him.

"what happened?"

"I……"

Before Murong Fu could speak, the other party had already made a move.

Dust and sand were overwhelming the sky, and Murong Fu and Ximen Chuuxue were just about to raise their hands to avoid it, but they suddenly discovered that hidden in the dust——

people.

many people.

And everyone holds a sharp blade in their hands.

"Let's go!" Ximen Chuuxue grabbed Murong Fu, and his lightness kung fu was brought to the extreme.

Murong Fu was already unwell, but now he felt dizzy.

But the situation was too critical, he was powerless to think about it, so he could only grit his teeth and hold on.

The people behind chased him very fast, and the blade made a sharp sound in the air.

Murong Fu hastily took out Qianye Changsheng, drew his sword and stabbed at the pursuer, which barely hindered the movement of the people behind him.

I don't know how far they walked, the dust and sand have dispersed behind their backs, and both of them are tired and exhausted.

Especially Ximen Chuuxue.

Running so desperately like this consumed a lot of his internal energy.

"Are you okay?" He suddenly looked at Murong Fu, worried.

Murong Fu's heart felt sore, he felt that this person really took care of him, obviously it was a critical moment of life and death, but he was still only worried about himself.

"I owe you one more time."

If this goes on, it will almost be paid off...

But now there is no time for them to think too much.

The hustle and bustle behind him only stopped for a moment, and then people surrounded him again.

And there are more people in the dust than before.

These people were obviously well-trained, and they had a clear goal as soon as they appeared, and they didn't talk much, and directly attacked the two of them.

Knife light flickered.

These people formed a meticulous formation in the sword light, every move echoed each other, both offensive and defensive.

Murong Fu and Ximen Chuuxue were at a loss for what to do.

This formation is too treacherous, it is really difficult to break through with the two of them alone, and even the defensive strength is getting weaker and weaker.

If this continues, he will surely die.

Murong Fu dodged a sharp knife on the left, his movements became slower and slower.

The situation was too unfavorable, and he had to find a way.

"Ximen Chuixue!"

Murong Fu steadied his heartstrings, made up his mind, and shouted at Ximen Chuuxue.

"I break through the formation, you go!"

Ximen Fuxue was shocked, how could this be possible!

But it is no longer allowed for him to refuse, there is no chance of him to refuse.

Murong Fu's eyes became more and more determined, and the coldness in his eyes became thick to the extreme.

He took a step back slowly, and drew out the epee that he had never shown before, Tai Ah.

"The wind comes to Mount Wu."

Murong Fu slightly parted his thin lips, and said lightly.

It was a very peaceful voice.

This move is not calm at all.

Ximen Chuuxue felt a blur in front of his eyes, the bright yellow sword energy had exploded beside him, Murong Fu rose up holding the sword, his figure was so fast that he couldn't see clearly for a moment.

Those chasing people were naturally caught off guard, and the originally orderly formation was suddenly broken by a gap due to chaos.

"Now! Go!"

In the center of the storm, Murong Fu roared again.

Ximen Chuuxue was helpless, he didn't even have time to look back at him, so he could only swipe towards the exit of the formation based on his feeling.

The wind blows.

Ximen Chuixue fell outside the formation, extremely anxious in his heart, but couldn't see the formation clearly.

After a moment of anxiety, the bright yellow whirlwind finally stopped.

Surrounded by dizziness or death, lying down.There is only one person in the center, although he looks tired, he can still stand with his sword.

The epee in his hand penetrated deeply into the ground, and even the thick ground showed a crack due to the violent impact.

"Ajun..."

Ximen Chuuxue's voice trembled, fearing that if he shouted again, this person would also fall down like those around him.

But Murong Fu didn't, he even showed him a smile with a little calmness.

But the smile didn't last long before it turned into panic.He saw Murong Fu looking behind him in shock and even panic, as if he wanted to shout something.

But it was too late.

He was so worried about Murong Fu that he completely forgot to guard against the environment around him.

For a moment, everything seemed to stand still——

Until he felt a chill in his chest, and a long sword passed through his chest from behind.

The sword god will not be injured, because the sword god should not lose his mind.

But he was confused at this moment, and there was that person who could make him confused.

Looking at the sword piercing his chest, he even felt that the world was a little too quiet.

The scorching blood on the tip of the sword slowly dripped down on his snow-white robe along the icy arc, dyeing the white into blood red.

Ximen Chuuxue was not afraid of death at all.

He has long put life and death aside.

But at this moment, he felt inexplicably flustered.

——Because I didn’t feel any pain at all.

The owner of the sword seemed to have sensed something was wrong, and immediately drew the sword back.

This time, Ximen Chuuxue didn't give him another chance, he twisted his heel with the sword, and the sword spattered with blood.

Before the man could react, he was already a dead soul under the sword.

But this didn't make Ximen Chuuxue feel less uneasy.

Because he discovered that his wounds had begun to heal.

The blood on the white clothes was still there, but the wound on his chest was slowly recovering.

Ximen Chuuxue even felt that his internal energy was returning to a full state.

As if feeling something, he looked at Murong Fu in disbelief.

The face of the person who was standing upright with the sword suddenly became paler and paler, and even the smile on the corner of his mouth began to be forced.

what happened?

Ximen Chuuxue moved towards the man.

He already had a guess, but he forced himself to deny it thousands of times in his heart.

Until he saw that the man couldn't hold on any longer, a mouthful of blood spurted out.

Until he can no longer lie to himself.

He just felt that time has become extremely slow.

But the enemy will not give him time to recover.

A new group of people chased after them, and it seemed that the same formation would happen again.

It's just that the person who just saved his life with his life no longer has the strength to swing the sword in his hand.

Ximen Chuuxue looked at Murong Fu.

Murong Fu was also looking at him.

He already owed Ximen Chuuxue too much, and he couldn't owe it any more.

So, you have to pay it back.

"What love depends on, what the heart is tied to. Take orders on behalf of the king, and keep the king safe."

It is for life and death Gu.

As early as a long time ago, he put the life and death Gu on Ximen Chuuxue's body.

And this life and death Gu was the reward he got from the system for staying in Xiaoyaomen.

Fortunately, it finally came in handy.

Then...

Take orders on your behalf...

For the first time, Murong Fu gave up all struggles and allowed himself to slide down the sword hilt into the darkness.

Ximen Chuuxue saw him fall into the dirt, and felt that a heavy sandbag of tens of thousands of catties was suddenly tied to his leg, which made him unable to walk.

The pursuers had already seized the opportunity to rush forward, their blades flying everywhere.

...Maybe, I'm going to die here.

But not.

Sword God will not admit defeat so easily.

Even if you die, the sword in your hand must not just hang down to the ground!

At least Murong Fu's body cannot be destroyed by those people!

Thinking of this, he wanted to rush forward.

——But someone was one step ahead of him.

This person was dressed in a fierce red robe, and suddenly appeared in the dust.

He held a spear in his left hand and half a steamed bun in his right, as if he was concentrating on eating.

It seemed that even he himself didn't realize what happened at all, and looked around in a daze.

Only when he saw Murong Fu who was already lying on the ground not knowing whether he was alive or dead, did he react. Dang even threw the steamed bun and shouted——

"Damn it! Who beat my general into such a moral character?"