Shi Feixuan had no strength to resist, and she couldn't help but feel despair in her heart.

She didn't expect that the Blood Knife Ancestor's combat power would reach the level of a half-step master, and he could reach the master level as long as he took one step further.

I feel desperate, am I really going to die?

"Cihang Jingzhai is nothing more than that!" The Blood Sword Ancestor struck decisively, without any hesitation, the Blood Sword slashed at Master Fei Xuan.

"Pfft~"

When the sword fell, just when the disciples of the Blood Knife Sect were feeling proud, the two sections of Concubine Xuan's body turned into nothing and disappeared.

"Who dares to ruin my great job!" The Blood Knife Ancestor returned to his original position and stood with his sword in his hand.

Shi Feixuan was also shocked. When she reacted, she was already being held in Murong Fu's arms and slowly fell to the ground. Her heart was beating so hard for some reason.

"Junior Murong Fu, I have met senior Xuedao." Murong Fu put the concubine away and stood up and said.

"Well, Gusu Murong? Is your father Murong Bo?" the Blood Knife Ancestor asked calmly.

"It's my father." Murong Fu admitted generously.

"When your father was still alive, I fought him once. His technique of Star Transformation was extremely powerful. How about yours?" the Blood Knife Ancestor sneered.

Shi Feixuan reminded in a low voice: "He has reached the level of a half-step master, so be careful."

Murong Fu nodded, a master master has his own martial arts, and his strength is far superior to that of a first-rate master.

Or have strength that ordinary people cannot match.

The two cheats Duan Yu and Xu Zhu in the late Tianlong period are masters without martial arts.

Guo Jing, Yang Guo, Wu Jue, etc. are all pure martial arts masters.

With equal strength, a crazy Ouyang Feng can defeat either of them.

"Senior, it's okay for you and me to fight, but I don't know if we can let Prefect Ling go first?"

"Huh? Why should I let him go?" The Blood Knife Ancestor asked in confusion.

Murong Fu said sincerely: "Prefect Ling is concerned with the safety of hundreds of thousands of people in Jingzhou City, so nothing should happen to him."

"Huh? So this governor is very cohesive and the people all support him?" the Blood Knife Ancestor asked.

Murong Fu deliberately glanced at Shi Feixuan, who definitely nodded, and he also agreed: "It can be said that only with him as the backbone of the people, Jingzhou will not be in chaos."

"That's it!" The Blood Knife Ancestor laughed a few times. Just when everyone thought he was going to agree, no one expected that he cut off Ling Tuisi's head with a knife.

"Ding, congratulations to the host for gaining thirty years of internal strength."

Murong Fu felt happy because he knew that the more he praised Ling Tuisi, the less likely the Blood Knife Ancestor would let him go.

After all, the old guy would also be worried that there is an official in the court who hates him so much that he messes with his disciples every day.

What's more important is that the Blood Knife Ancestor acts recklessly and cannot see anyone better than him.

This is a disease and it needs to be cured!

"Why...why did you kill him?" Murong Fu asked pretending to be sad.

Other righteous people were also dumbfounded and roared: "You are a crooked sect, you dare to kill even the prefect, you are hateful, abominable!"

"Haha, ancestor, I can kill whoever I want. If he dies, you should die too!" The ancestor of the Blood Knife suddenly saw Murong Fu distracted, so he slashed with his sword without hesitation!

Murong Fu sneered in his heart, the old guy is good at everything but too despicable.

The skill is poured into the fingertips of his right hand, and with one finger three feet into the void, with fifty-eight years of internal strength, one finger can kill a person's life.

The Blood Knife Ancestor intuitively felt that Murong Fu was behaving strangely, but he didn't wait to figure it out.

I felt a pain in my chest, and a blast of true energy hit my body.

He lost his balance and fell to the ground.

Immediately, the carp stood up again and looked at Murong Fu in shock.

"Shenhezhi!"

Shi Fei Xuan's beautiful eyes were slightly surprised. She didn't expect that Murong Fu had mastered this fingering technique to the point where he could hurt enemies from three feet away.

"It turns out that this is one of the famous stunts of the Murong family. I didn't expect you to be so good." The Blood Knife Ancestor narrowed his eyes slightly, not daring to underestimate Murong Fu anymore.

Murong Fu was secretly delighted. A single finger in the air could exert such power. If he had come closer, he would probably lose half of his skin even if he didn't die. He pretended to be fair:

"Senior Blood Knife, surrender, you are no match for this junior."

Everyone had strange expressions when they heard Murong Fu's words.

Who is the Blood Knife Ancestor?

That was the evil leader who had been licking blood from the knife edge all year round. How could he be frightened by just one finger?

Shi Feixuan also shook her head secretly. The Blood Knife Ancestor has been famous for many years, and it is simply unrealistic for Murong Fu to win against him.

Not far away, Huan Huan even called Murong Fu arrogant and unable to grasp the reality!

"Haha! Murong Xiao'er, even if your father is here today, you don't dare to say that you can defeat the ancestor. Do you think you can defeat me with just a few acupuncture skills? Die!" The ancestor of the Blood Knife exuded scarlet energy, like a madman again.

Rushed towards Murong Fu.

Murong Fu thought for a moment and concluded that this was the mad demon transformation of the Blood Sword Ancestor that Mei Niansheng mentioned.

With a little carelessness, the sudden force of his fingers only staggered the opponent, and he flipped his hands and pushed Shi Fei Xuan three feet away.

Shi Fei Xuan's face was ashamed. She didn't care that Murong Fu touched her pride, and looked at the two fighting men with all her attention.

The Blood Knife Ancestor's sword skills were all weird and all aimed at killing. He often slashed at the place where Murong Fu would die at tricky angles. Murong Fu used his fingers as a weapon to wildly hit the Blood Knife Ancestor's large points all over his body.

Suddenly, the bloody light flourished. The Blood Knife Ancestor was pulled by the Qi machine, and the red light in his hand surged. He pushed the Blood Knife forward, like a dragon spitting out pearls, and the light of the knife was strong, and he led Murong Fu away by the nose.

If this goes on for a long time, Murong Fu will definitely die.

Murong Fu Yiran was not afraid to turn his fingers into fists, and merged his true energy into the fists, hitting the side of the bloody knife with nearly 500 kilograms of force.

"Bang~"

The Blood Knife Ancestor suddenly felt a huge force hitting his hand and almost threw the knife away.

"Boom~"

Murong Fu's eyes flashed sharply and he punched again. There was a slight crackling sound in the air, and he instantly knocked the Blood Knife Ancestor away. The blood and energy all over his body was shattered into nothingness. He didn't stop until he hit the stone wall behind him.

"How can it be!"

"Master Murong won?"

"As expected of Nan Murong, he defeated the Blood Sword Ancestor with just his boxing skills!"

Everyone's jaws dropped to the ground in shock, and the Blood Knife Ancestor couldn't believe it. This was the first time that he was woken up from his bloodthirsty state.

I have felt that the opponent is unusually powerful, something I have never encountered before. He is martial by nature, and whenever he knows who has a skill, he will fight with each other.

I have fought many small battles in my life, and I don't know how many martial arts masters I have encountered, but such a powerful internal energy as Murong Fu's has never been seen or heard before. He asked weakly: "What kind of boxing technique are you doing? How can you have such great power?"

Murong Fu's face was calm, but he was also shocked in his heart. This punch was the dragon-elephant Prajna skill that he activated with the Small Phaseless Skill. He never expected that a punch with fifty skills would be so powerful.

If you really practice this skill to the fifteenth level, wouldn't you be able to walk sideways on the rivers and lakes?
Chapter completed!