Hao Datong's heart trembled, and he bowed slightly and said: "It turns out that she is the son of the Murong family. This witch's hands are full of blood and she has killed countless innocent people. The poor Taoist was ordered by the master to take her to Zhongnan Mountain for good discipline and discipline.
Please do it for your convenience, Master."
Murong Fu shook his head and said: "I can't agree to this, but I can promise that she will never let her kill an innocent person again. I also ask the Taoist Master for your convenience."
At this time, a voice said: "Who do you think you are, the Murong family? I have never heard of it, why do you guarantee it!" Murong Fu turned around and looked, but it was a young and fat Taoist.
"Oh? Has the name of the Murong family been forgotten by the world?" Murong Fu said calmly.
Hao Datong's expression changed, and he glanced at the disciple. Zhao Zhijing immediately knew something was wrong, and shouted: "Qingdu, shut up, it's your turn to interrupt here." Lu Qingdu stopped talking angrily.
Murong Fu slowly drew out the long sword from his back and said: "Since you don't take my Murong family seriously, I dare to ask the Taoist priest to teach me how to use swordsmanship."
Hao Datong originally wanted to let go of Li Mochou, the hot potato, but his disciple failed to live up to his expectations and provoked an even hotter person as soon as he spoke. He had no choice but to accept the challenge, "Okay, the sword has no eyes, sir, be careful."
Murong Fu held the sword technique with his left hand, took a half-step with his left foot, held the sword in his right hand, and slowly pointed diagonally to the upper right, which was the starting position of the Quanzhen swordsmanship "Dingyang posture".
When all the disciples in the audience saw Murong Fu using extremely familiar moves, they all exclaimed: "Quan Zhen Sword Technique!" and "How can he know Quanzhen Sword Technique?"
Some of the disciples who wanted to understand said words such as "The Murong family has a rich collection" and "It even has the Quanzhen Sword Technique". Grandma Sun and Li Mochou slowly backed away.
Hao Datong's expression was quite solemn. The young man's hand gesture seemed ordinary to others, but he could see that the young man's expression, energy, momentum, and posture were all just right. To practice to be so flawless, it takes a little talent.
People who are poor may not be able to do it in their lifetime.
It can be seen that this young man is not only extremely talented, but also has great attainments in Quanzhen swordsmanship. Immediately, Hao Datong pinched the sword technique with his left hand, took half a step diagonally with his right foot, and held the long sword across his chest. This is the defensive move in Quanzhen swordsmanship.
"One leaf in a boat".
Murong Fu's figure flashed and he was in front of Hao Datong. He used his sword moves continuously to attack Hao Datong's major points.
Hao Datong was shocked. Originally, according to the rules of the martial arts world, he was a martial arts senior and the opponent was a child. He should give up three moves first. However, this young man moved very quickly. If he gave up three moves first, he might have died on the spot.
He immediately ignored the rules of the arena and used Quanzhen swordsmanship to defend with all his strength.
Everyone could only see a small white shadow in the field constantly circling around Master Uncle, with dots of white light stabbing at Master Master's body. However, Master Master's sword moves were extremely slow, but they could block the light spots every time, and let out a jingling sound.
The sound of iron handing over.
The fat Taoist Lu Qingdu asked inexplicably: "Master, my uncle's sword is so slow, how come he can block that little... young master's sword every time?" He wanted to call him "little bastard", but he just thought of being in front of the master.
Don't lie and change your name to Young Master.
Zhao Zhijing glared at him because he had made his uncle angry just now, and said angrily: "What do you know? Uncle master uses slowness to fight against speed, and skill is as good as clumsiness. This is the highest level of swordsmanship."
Although Zhao Zhijing saw some clues, his uncle was at a disadvantage, so he couldn't explain it clearly.
The two of them performed dozens of moves in the field. Murong Fu was as fast as lightning and his moves were fierce; Hao Datong stood still, his moves were slow but contained an ancient atmosphere.
If there were any top masters here, they would definitely be able to see that Murong Fu's moves occasionally stagnated, but his speed was so fast that he could make up for the lack of sword moves.
In fact, Murong Fu had too little experience in fighting enemies, and all the sword moves he learned were dead, and he didn't know how to use them flexibly. Therefore, he used his advantage to overwhelm his opponents as soon as he came up. If the enemy didn't use any moves, he would naturally not have to fight.
Thinking about how to dismantle the opponent's moves.
Although Hao Datong couldn't see Murong Fu's figure clearly, he could sense the direction of Murong Fu's sword due to his swordsmanship and Qi traction.
He was puzzled. This young man was obviously proficient in Quanzhen swordsmanship. Why was his stance so rigid and even his moves occasionally repeated? "Yes, yes, he is too young. After all, his knowledge is limited. He must rarely fight with others.
I don’t know how to adapt.”
Hao Datong figured out the link, and immediately spotted Murong Fu's flaw, and counterattacked with his sword. His moves were wide open and close, with powerful force.
Murong Fu was caught off guard, his figure immediately slowed down, and his moves were also awkward.
All the Taoists in the audience were overjoyed when they saw that Uncle Master had suddenly gained the upper hand. They all said, "This kid is in trouble" and "The Murong family is nothing more than this."
But they forgot that this was just a boy of twelve or thirteen years old. Grandma Sun and Li Mochou both felt their hearts tightening, secretly thinking that if the master tried to kill him, they would step forward and block it with all their strength.
Murong Fu was extremely agitated. Every time Hao Datong drew his sword, he had to think for half a breath before he could respond.
After several moves, there were more and more flaws. If his internal strength wasn't as good as Hao Datong's and his speed was not that fast, he might have been defeated long ago.
Listening to the words of the Taoist in the audience, Murong Fu felt that today's "hero saving beauty" would cause him to lose face, and the Murong family's reputation would plummet. He became more and more panicked, and he couldn't even remember the sword moves.
After trying to parry a few more moves, Murong Fu looked very embarrassed, with a nameless anger rising in his heart.
Ever since I traveled to this world, I either almost lost it to Xiao Xiao, or I carefully stole secret books. Today I wanted to show off on a whim, but I ended up in an embarrassing situation.
At that moment, Murong Fu no longer cared about sword moves or not, how to fight according to convenience, how to make him happy, Piaoyun Sword Technique, Positive and Negative Liangyi Sword Technique, Jade Girl Sword Technique... he would use whatever move came to his mind.
trick.
I saw Murong Fu's swordsmanship changing suddenly, sometimes swiftly, sometimes slowly, but every move was able to neutralize Hao Datong's moves and counterattack Hao Datong smoothly.
All the disciples immediately fell silent, and Hao Datong was also shocked. He thought that this young man had no skills before, but he didn't expect that he still had so many exquisite moves that he hadn't used yet. Moreover, it was like a different person, with a sudden change in style and a completely different style.
Playing his cards against common sense, Hao Datong immediately fell into a disadvantage.
After a stick of incense passed, it was Hao Datong's turn to be in a state of embarrassment. At this time, Murong Fu became more and more comfortable in fighting, and his sword moves seemed to come at his fingertips. His figure gradually became more elegant, with a confident smile on his face.
"If we continue like this, we will definitely lose." Hao Datong thought to himself, and then he turned his sword and thrust out a sword very quickly. His wrist shook, as if three swords were stabbing Murong Fu at the same time. It was "one sword turns three swords"