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"Kneel down and worship? Did I hear you correctly?" Murong Fu looked at the third young lady in astonishment.
The third young lady did not explain, straightened her clothes, walked to the front of the sword, bowed respectfully, and then actually knelt down and raised her hands above her head.
At this moment, the long sword buzzed and trembled, and slowly fell into the hands of the third young lady.
When Murong Fu saw this scene, he couldn't help but be moved by it, his eyes flickering uncertainly.
At this time, the third young lady turned her head and glanced at him, her meaning was self-evident.
"I have seen a lot of people with bad tempers. This is the first time I have seen a sword with a bad temper. Haha, interesting, really interesting..." Murong Fu said with a smile on his face and walked towards the third young lady.
"What do you want to do?" The third young lady saw that he didn't seem to be right, so she couldn't help but asked anxiously.
The smile on Murong Fu's face became even wider, "Nothing, I just want to see if it's my temper or his temper."
After saying that, he suddenly reached out and grabbed the top of her head.
The Third Young Mistress was unable to react in time, but the sword she held in her hand reacted quickly and jumped out with a whoosh, barely avoiding it.
"Hey, run away, I don't believe you can go to heaven!" Murong Fu grabbed the air with one hand, but he was not too surprised and said with a chuckle.
The third young lady hurriedly stood in front of him, "Wait a minute, listen to me first, this sword..."
Before he finished speaking, Murong Fu made a lightning move, pinched her neck, lifted her up, and stared at her coldly, "Third Young Mistress, we will talk about other things later. Since you have this sword,
You gave it to me, and it’s my business to deal with it, are you right?”
The third young lady was glanced at by his cold eyes, her hands and feet were instantly cold, and her expression was dull. She didn't know whether she was frightened or because her neck was pinched, and she couldn't say a word.
"It seems that you don't object to what I said." Murong Fu suddenly smiled, put the third young mistress back on the ground, gently caressed her face, and arranged her collar back to its original shape.
The third young mistress stared blankly at the man in front of her. At that moment, she really felt that she had stepped into the gate of hell, but at this moment, she felt like a spring breeze. Which moment was real and which one was him?
She couldn't tell the difference at all...
Murong Fu bypassed the Third Young Mistress and focused his gaze on the long sword, "You are not weak spiritually, so it would be a pity to have it ruined like this. Now I will give you a chance to surrender to me, otherwise I will take away your sword soul."
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The ancient divine sword must be integrated into the sword soul when it is forged. He knew this when the Xia Ke Island Heavenly Sword was cast. Without the sword soul, the so-called divine sword is just an empty shell, and it will slowly lose its spirituality.
Completely fallen into the mortal world and turned into an ordinary long sword.
The sword "listened" to Murong Fu's words and seemed to be stimulated by something. It buzzed and trembled, and a sword light shot out.
"It's such a pity that you don't know the current affairs..." Murong Fu sighed regretfully, and immediately stopped hesitating. He flicked his sleeves, dissolving the sword light into nothingness, and then reached out and grabbed it in the air.
A wave of energy swept out, and countless gold and silver jewels flew up automatically, forming a large net in an instant, covering the entire secret room, and falling towards the sword.
The long sword floated quietly in the air, as if knowing that there was no way to escape, and had resigned to its fate. Unexpectedly, at this moment, the treasure light on the scabbard flowed, and an extreme sword energy came out of the body, and there was a sizzling sound,
The gold and silver net was cut open.
A look of surprise flashed across Murong Fu's face. The move he made just now seemed to be an understatement, but in fact he had used sixty-seven percent of his power. Not to mention an uncontrollable sword, even a top master would never be able to escape it.
Come out, this sword actually did it?
Just when he was stunned, a clear "zheng" sound suddenly came from the long sword, and then it turned into a blue stream of light and rose into the sky. With a loud bang, a hole was opened on the top of the secret room, and the stream of light broke through the air.
Murong Fu's expression changed slightly, he stamped his feet slightly, stood up from the ground, and followed closely behind.
But to his surprise, after rushing out of the secret room, the sword did not escape immediately. Instead, it hung in the void several feet away, as if waiting for him there.
Murong Fu raised his eyebrows slightly, dropped his feet on the roof, and asked in surprise and confusion, "What, are you gesticulating with me?"
Weird things happen every year, especially this year. If the spirituality of a sword can be so strong, he can only write the word "Follow" in capital letters.
"What's going on? What happened?"
"Hey, isn't that my husband? Where is the third young lady?"
"Look, there seems to be a sword floating there."
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The noise caused by one person and one sword was not small, and it was not difficult to alert the banker's daughters outside, who ran out of the house to watch. There were other martial arts people living in the yard further away, who also heard the news and rushed over quickly.
Murong Fu didn't waste any more time. He waved his hands, and a mysterious charm spread. In an instant, the situation changed color, energy surged wildly, and a big hand of true energy condensed out.
The sword was also unambiguous, buzzing and trembling unsteadily. There was a strong wind all around, and clouds swarmed in from the sky, swirling and swirling, getting into the scabbard bit by bit, and then the phantom of a slender and gorgeous long sword gradually condensed.
solid, and rapidly expanded and became larger.
"Holy shit, you can absorb the energy of heaven and earth on your own!" Murong Fu was really shocked by the scene in front of him, "This cliff has become a spirit!"
A sword can automatically recognize and protect its owner, or it can flee, hide, or resist. These can all be regarded as instinctive behaviors. Since there is spirituality, it is normal to have instincts. But absorbing the energy of heaven and earth on its own has transcended "instincts"
Category, how can a sword do that?
In the midst of his thoughts, a sky-high sword has been condensed and formed. Looking up, the carvings on the sword's hilt are moving like stars, shining with deep light. The sword body is integrated with the sunlight, like clear water flowing through a pond, calm and soothing, and slender.
The blade of the sword is like a cliff standing thousands of feet high, lofty and majestic.
This sword is really beautiful!
Even Murong Fu, who had seen many famous swords and divine swords, couldn't help but want to keep them for himself, just for its "beauty" if not for anything else.
"Oh my god, how come there is such a big sword?"
"This is not a sword, it is just a shadow condensed by the sword energy. The real body is inside the giant sword."
"What? There is such a magical sword in the world?"
"Look, Master Murong is there too. Could this be Master Murong's sword?"
"I don't see it, he seems to be fighting with someone."
"Anyway, this must be a divine sword, even more powerful than the rumored Heavenly Sword."
In just a short time, many people had gathered in the courtyard, and they were all amazed. Among these people was Miao Renfeng. He had great attainments in swordsmanship, so he could naturally see the nature of the giant sword, but because of that
In this way, he was more horrified than anyone else.
It was not difficult for Murong Fu to hear the discussion among the people, and his expression suddenly moved slightly, as if he had thought of something.
At this time, the giant sword trembled slightly, and a long and narrow sword energy escaped from the blade. It was silent but very sharp. Wherever it passed, the void was blurred, as if it was cut in half.
Murong Fu's heart felt cold, and he hurriedly pointed at the big hand of Zhenqi above his head. The big hand swelled again, and in a blink of an eye it was the size of a room, and he moved towards the sword energy.
With a soft sneer, the big hand of true energy split into two, but the sword energy only became lighter, but did not dissipate.
"Okay, I have some skills." Murong Fu was not angry but happy. He moved his hands in a flash of lightning, and a milky white sword energy flew out from his palms. It was the innate sword energy that he forcibly refined by merging the Six Meridians Divine Sword.
There was another pop, and the two sword qi collided. After a burst of explosion, countless subtle sword qi swept through the void and spread to all directions.
"Hide quickly!" The faces of the martial arts people watching below changed greatly, and they all used their physical skills to escape from the place. Some of the slow runners had several wounds on their bodies, with blood flowing out and screams.
"Mr. sir!" Shuang'er in the crowd saw this scene and couldn't help but cry out worriedly.
Murong Fu ignored it, his face gradually became serious, he stretched out his hand, and a stream of light shot out from the ceiling of a certain room, flew to him in an instant, and turned around to reveal its original form, which was the Red Sky Divine Sword.
Murong Fu held the divine sword in his hand and made a sword dance, with a sinister smile on his lips, "Today, I'm going to ask you to steal the chicken but lose the rice!"
As he spoke, he threw the Divine Sword, turning his hands like wheels, and fired out sword tactics one after another. The Divine Sword surged in the wind, and a violent intention of destruction spread around.
It's been a long time since he used his full strength in sword control. Today he met his opponent and he had to show off no matter what. What's more, he had already made up his mind that such an awesome existence would either be obtained or destroyed.
In the blink of an eye, the Red Sky Sword had transformed into a giant sword more than ten feet tall. The light was shining, the sword's power was shocking, and it slashed through with a single stroke of the sword.
Since Murong Fu decided to destroy the unknown divine sword opposite him, the sword soul cannot be wasted, and the method to extract the sword soul is also very simple. Just cut off its blade with the Red Sky Sword, and the Red Sky Sword will swallow it by itself.
Absorbed.
I don't know whether the giant sword holding up the sky was captured by the aura of the Red Sky Sword, or because it was a lack of skills, but it didn't react for a moment and just stood there quietly.
Seeing this, Murong Fu couldn't help but feel a sudden change in his heart. The sword's spirituality was so strong that he would never sit back and wait for death. If something went wrong, there would be a monster.
Sure enough, the next moment, a faint sigh came from the horizon, "Oh, if you don't get it, you will destroy it. You are too domineering, aren't you?"
The voice is neutral, it is difficult to distinguish between male and female, and the tone is soft and indifferent, but it sounds aloof and compassionate.