On the other side, several Japanese warriors saw that their opponents were about to run. Suddenly, their sword moves changed and became as fierce as a violent storm.
Murong Fu couldn't help but look surprised when he saw this. If the martial arts of these Japanese warriors before were at the second-rate and upper-middle level at most, now they have reached the first-rate level and seem to be proficient in some kind of joint skills. Really?
In a fight with a top-notch master, they may not necessarily get a good result, and the reason why they hide their clumsiness is that they have long thought of driving their opponents to death.
After all, their opponents were far more numerous than them. If they used all their strength to frighten people away from the beginning, the five of them would not be able to take care of them at all.
After figuring out the connection, Murong Fu hesitated for a moment and suppressed the idea of taking action for the time being. It was still unclear where this group of Japanese warriors came from, why they broke into the Golden Snake Camp at night, and how they got involved with another group of Japanese people.
Conflicts, etc., really shouldn't be taken lightly.
As for those ronin assassins, there are many of them anyway, and their identities are not difficult to check. It’s not a big deal if a few of them die.
While thinking, the Ronin assassins fell one after another. In less than a quarter of an hour, only the five Japanese warriors with special status were left in the field, and the rest were completely dead.
Murong Fu and the other two hid in the corner holding their breaths. Just in case, he took Wen Qingqing into his arms and wrapped his body with his true energy to prevent his breath and sound from leaking out.
At this time, the five people in the field met, mumbled a few words in Japanese, and then swayed, split into two groups, and ran away in different directions.
Murong Fu was stunned at first, and then smiled again. He had long wanted to capture these Japanese warriors so that he could see what the mystery of the tattoos on their backs was. However, he was only worried about alerting others and did not act rashly. He did not expect these people.
He actually took the initiative to give him a chance, but there was one thing to do before that.
Thinking of this, he walked out calmly and chose a direction to follow.
"I'll go with the other group." But it was Wen Qingqing who spoke up, and as she spoke, she ducked and headed in another direction.
"No!" After walking a few steps, Murong Fu suddenly shouted low, reached out and grabbed her and pulled her back, looking at her solemnly, "From now on, you must follow me every step of the way."
"Why?" Wen Qingqing was full of doubts. Aren't there just a few Japanese people? Even if their martial arts were not weak, they couldn't escape with her Qinggong. Besides, this was their own territory, what was there to be afraid of?
Murong Fu did not explain, but just said, "There is no reason, I just say it can't be done."
Wen Qingqing was also a eldest lady in her early years. Even if she traveled around the world all these years, no one had ever dared to speak to her in this tone. Her temper was about to explode, but when she met Murong Fu's domineering and stern eyes, the words came to her lips.
Bian swallowed it back unconsciously and pouted aggrievedly, "If it doesn't work, it won't work. Why are you so fierce!"
Murong Fu smiled bitterly and shook his head. Wen Qingqing may have forgotten the existence of the Japanese master, but he has always remembered it. How dare he trust her to track the Japanese warriors alone? Moreover, the origins of these Japanese warriors are obviously unusual.
Maybe there is some great being involved behind the scenes, and he himself dares to get involved in everything because of his skill, but Wen Qingqing is different, it is definitely not a good thing to be too involved.
Not to mention Wen Qingqing's temper, the two of them were far behind the Japanese warriors and could not walk more than two miles. It was estimated that the other group of people was already far away. A sudden wind blew under Murong Fu's feet, and his figure jumped in an instant.
After walking more than ten feet away, he stood in front of the Japanese warrior.
The two Japanese warriors were both startled, and when they saw the people in front of them, they couldn't help but be startled again. They looked at each other, without saying anything, they unsheathed their long swords and stabbed them straight towards Murong Fu.
"Hmph, you don't overestimate your own capabilities." Murong Fu sneered. He didn't move, and an invisible force came out of his body. However, after hearing a few chi chi sounds, the long knife shattered inch by inch, and the Japanese warrior used a kind of gesture.
Flying back faster.
"Want to leave? How can it be so easy?" At this time, Murong Fu raised his hand again, and the true energy swept over him, and the Japanese warrior was immediately frozen in mid-air, unable to move.
The attack only took place in an instant. In order to avoid a long night and a lot of dreams, Murong Fu did not delay at all. He immediately pointed his finger in the air, and another wisp of sword energy flew out, swirling around the two of them. There was a burst of puffs, and strips of cloth flew. In an instant,
During this time, the upper bodies of the two Japanese warriors had been stripped clean.
"You...what are you doing?" Wen Qingqing stared at this scene dumbfounded. She never imagined that this person was chasing him neither to capture the thief nor to extract a confession, but just to take off other people's clothes...
Murong Fu ignored them and was about to turn around to take a closer look at the two men. At this moment, the void around them condensed, the air became tight, and a chill filled his heart.
"Here it comes!" Even though he had been mentally prepared, he was still a little surprised at this moment. He was extremely careful and alert, but he didn't notice how the other party appeared behind him. This person
The essence of the art of hiding is something I have only seen in my entire life.
He was surprised, but the movements of his hands were extremely fast. Almost at the same time he sensed the murderous intention of the other party, the elbow of his free hand sank slightly, and he lifted his palm back with a sigh, and the majestic palm power poured out.
Soon there was an extremely harsh sound that pierced the night sky, followed by two loud booms, flying sand and rocks, and a strong wind howling, which could not be calmed down for a long time.
Murong Fu casually threw the two Japanese warriors to the ground, turned around leisurely, looked up, and saw a tall and thin figure covered in black standing seven or eight feet away, with one hand behind his back and the other holding a samurai sword.
The blade is long and slender, and the blade is as white as snow and as cold as ice.
Wen Qingqing next to him finally reacted and pointed at the man in horror, "He...he...why is he here?"
Murong Fu did not answer. He turned sideways and protected her behind him without leaving any trace. Then he smiled at the man in black and said, "You are considered a master-level figure. Why can you only attack from behind?"
The man in black stood there motionless, as calm as a pool of stagnant water, as if nothing in the world could disturb his state of mind.
"Hey, I like the kind of people who don't retaliate the most." Murong Fu suddenly lost his temper and said in a strange manner, "I guess you must have been a ninja and learned swordsmanship later, right?"
The man in black still didn't speak, but he raised his head slightly. There was something called "doubt" in his two cold eyes, as if he was asking: How do you know?
Murong Fu chuckled, "The purpose of the way of swordsmanship is to be upright and upright. The true meaning of the sword is to move forward indomitably and without fear. Only ninjas can attack from behind. They dare not confront the enemy head-on. They will always live in the darkness. This is your origin.
Determined, even if you practice swordsmanship to the top, you will never be able to change this."
As he finished speaking, he could clearly feel the chill in the void getting deeper.
Murong Fu continued to taunt without fear of trouble, "You are just a low-level ninja who is not worthy of practicing swordsmanship. You have tarnished the word 'swordsmanship'!"
"Shut up!" Suddenly the man in black shouted loudly. He stood up from the ground and jumped five feet high. While in the air, he made a semicircle with the long knife in his right hand and raised it to his head, holding the handle of the knife with both hands.
At that time, there was a strong wind, the clouds were rolling all over the sky, the color of the sky and the earth changed, and the sun and the moon were dim. However, with a rustling sound, the shadow of a long sword that was as solid as a substance condensed in the mid-air. Its momentum was majestic and fierce, soaring straight into the sky.
It seemed like it was going to split the whole world apart.
The man in black stood in the air, his clothes were rustling, his figure was slightly thin, but he was like a demon god coming to the world, and his momentum was unparalleled. He lowered his head and glanced at Murong Fu contemptuously, and slashed down with his long knife.
At this time, Murong Fu's face had become extremely solemn. This sword looked ordinary, but it contained endless sword energy and sword intention. It seemed to contain thousands of martial arts principles. Even though he was proficient in hundreds of martial arts, he couldn't think of any use at that moment.
What are the tricks to break this trick, and there is a feeling in my heart that there is no way to hide and no way to avoid it.
Seeing that the long knife had dropped to about three to four feet above his head, Murong Fu got rid of all the distracting thoughts in his mind, stamped his feet suddenly, and rose into the sky. In the middle of the process, he crossed his legs and put his palms together, as if sitting in meditation.
His throat trembled, and strange syllables sounded melodiously. Suddenly, his body was covered with golden light, and the faint shadow of a Buddha statue condensed out.
This is a body-protecting magic skill that he just learned from the Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill not long ago. Due to his practice of the Marrow Cleansing Sutra and various adventures, his physical body has reached an inhuman level, but this time
Apart from being ridiculously strong when playing with girls on the bed and recovering quickly after being injured, this ability has no obvious bonus to combat power in battles with enemies. To give the simplest example, his physical strength is tyrannical.
He can fight for ten days and a half without feeling tired, but he cannot directly crush his opponent. Once his martial arts fails, it only takes one knife to kill him.
Of course, when using some exquisite external palm skills or boxing techniques, a strong body can also have certain advantages, such as the Shadowless Divine Fist, the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, etc. However, no matter what kind of external skills, its foundation is still the true power of the internal family.
For the main purpose, without the internal power, all the real power is just a trick, but the Dragon Elephant Prajna Kung Fu is different. It is a miraculous skill that can be practiced both internally and externally. Its core purpose is to develop the secrets of the human body and enable mortals to do anything with just one punch and one kick.
Can possess the great strength of dragon and elephant.
I don't know whether it is because Murong Fu is gifted, or because he has been practicing marrow cleansing for a long time. Since this technique entered the eleventh level, it has not progressed as slowly as recorded in the secret book. Instead, it feels like a fish in water.
Today, he is about to break through the twelfth level. His current martial arts is similar to the Buddhist Vajra Indestructible Technique. He combines the energy transfer method in the twelfth level mind method with the small Kassapa Qi Mask to create
A skill that comes out.
All of this is a long story. In fact, it only took two or three breaths from the time the man in black took action. Murong Fu had just used his magical power to protect his body when he heard a loud clang and the long knife struck his head, but his body
The shadow of the Buddha statue outside the table remained motionless, like a diamond. A circle of strange ripples quickly spread to all sides. Wherever it passed, the vegetation turned into dust, and the void was clearly cut in half, with a black line passing through it.