Murong Fu was shocked. There was no flaw in this move. He had to turn the tip of the sword slightly and stab Hao Datong's wrist. However, he "attacked him and saved him."
Hao Datong was stunned. If he continued like this, his wrist would be injured or even disabled, but Murong Fu would also die. Just as he was about to withdraw his sword move, Murong Fu didn't move forward, but the sword came out of his hand.
Stabbed his own wrist.
As a result, Murong Fu would only be slightly injured at most, but his hand would be disabled. He immediately stopped and blocked, thinking, "There is no sword in his hand. If he admits defeat, the Quanzhen Sect's reputation will finally be preserved."
Already."
Suddenly something unexpected happened again, and Murong Fu's right hand that had just been released was slightly clenched, and the long sword turned back and returned to his hand.
"Dragon Capturing Skill!"
"Swordsmanship!"
Hao Datong, who had extensive experience in this skill, thought that the long sword automatically returned to his hand in the air, and thought it was the martial arts' unique skill of capturing the dragon. The disciples thought it was the legendary sword-controlling technique and exclaimed. None of them knew that it was Murong Fu's Beiming technique.
Divine power.
Murong Fu's long sword stabbed Hao Datong again. At this time, Hao Datong no longer dared to look down on the young man. He stretched out his sword to block Murong Fu's sword. Purple energy flashed on his face, and he swung his left hand to slap Murong Fu.
It turned out that he expected that Murong Fu would not be as strong as him at his young age, no matter how talented he was.
"Do you want to rely on internal strength to win? Then you will lose faster." Murong Fu's mouth showed a trace of sarcasm, and he raised his left palm to meet him.
When the two palms met, Hao Datong felt that the opponent's internal strength was sometimes invisible, sometimes unparalleled, and suddenly a huge force came. Hao Datong was knocked several feet away. He spit out a mouthful of blood, and his face was sluggish.
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Murong Fu felt anxious. He didn't want to hurt the old Taoist, but he couldn't control it in detail when he mobilized his inner strength. The force was too strong. If he beat the old Taoist to death, he would be making a big enemy for nothing.
Murong Fu just wanted to go over to check and "set up the formation", when there was a sound, seven Taoists immediately jumped out, four on the left and three on the right surrounding Murong Fu, forming the "Tiangang Beidou Formation".
It turned out that when Zhao Zhijing saw that his uncle was injured, he wanted to attack again, so he immediately called his disciples to set up a formation to stop him.
"Hey, you are struggling with me here. Aren't you afraid that the old man will suddenly return to the west? Why don't you let me go see him quickly?" Murong Fu said.
The other six people looked at each other with hesitation on their faces. Zhao Zhijing sneered and said, "You still want to harm Uncle Master. All disciples must obey your orders and capture this kid first."
The seven Taoists looked calm, each stretched out a hand to rest on the person next to him, and slowly approached Murong Fu with a sword in one hand, as if the formation was complete.
Murong Fu smiled and said, "Okay, let me learn the famous Tiangang Beidou Formation." He tapped his toes and stabbed Zhao Zhijing with his sword.
Zhao Zhijing knew that this young man was extremely talented and did not dare to be disrespectful. He quickly mobilized all his strength and raised his sword to meet him, while the two Taoists "Tianshu" and "Yaoguang" stabbed Murong Fu's ribs from the left and right, and they cooperated very closely.
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Murong Fu had no choice but to turn back his sword to protect him, and attacked Taoist "Tianshu". The three Taoists at the handle of the sword stabbed at his vest at the same time, so Murong Fu had to turn around to defend himself.
After ten attacks, no matter which one Murong Fu attacked, there were always at least two swords piercing his empty door.
After fighting for a while, the seven men had formed a circle around Murong Fu, gradually closing in. Their positions changed faster and their moves became swifter.
Murong Fu only felt that he was in a duel with a master with seven swords. The opponent could use seven moves at the same time. The moves were either the same or complementary, making it extremely difficult to defeat him.
I secretly admired Wang Chongyang in his heart for being a great master who could create such a mysterious combined attack formation.
The individual martial arts of Quanzhen Sect disciples may not be very good, and even the second-generation disciples, except for Qiu Chuji, are not very good among their peers in the martial arts world.
But using this formation, every seven disciples can tangle one master, and the second-generation disciples can even tangle with the first-level figures of the Central Plains Five Jue. It is no wonder that the Quanzhen Sect can tie with Shaolin, Emei, and Wudang as the four leaders of the righteous path.
Seeing that the space was getting smaller and smaller, Murong Fu's attacks became more and more restricted. He originally wanted to test whether his swordsmanship could forcefully break through the Tiangang Beidou Formation.
Unexpectedly, except for Zhao Zhijing, these seven people, although their martial arts were third-rate, could not defeat them together.
"It seems that I still have a long way to go. Alas, let's break the formation first." Murong Fu sighed inwardly. He flashed and moved a few feet to the left. He stood still and stood still.
It is the "North Star Position".
Seeing his strange expression, the seven Taoists suddenly stood aside and stopped moving. Before they understood his intention, Zhao Zhijing let out a low whistle and caused the six paths to rotate, trying to completely surround Murong Fu in the middle.
Unexpectedly, as soon as the seven people moved, Murong Fu stood up and took a step to the right, still firmly standing on the "North Star Position".
Zhao Zhijing originally wanted the three people in Douban to launch a side attack. Suddenly, when he took a closer look, he saw that Murong Fu's position was extremely weird. The three people's swords could not reach him. Instead, the seven people had their doors wide open. He thought to himself, "Oops."
Sure enough, Murong Fu smiled slightly, held out his long sword, flicked his wrist, and stabbed out seven swords in succession, with the sword tips touching the wrists of seven people.
"Clang, clang, clang", all the Taoist swords fell to the ground one after another. With lightning speed, Murong Fu waved seven palms in succession, and all the Taoist priests flew out.
"Poof", it was Zhao Zhijing who spat out a mouthful of blood. It turned out that Murong Fu hated Zhao Zhijing very much and "took care" of him specially.
A trace of resentment flashed in Zhao Zhijing's eyes, he took a breath and shouted: "Everyone, set up the Beidou Formation."
All the Taoist priests around immediately stepped forward and seemed to be setting up two "Tiangang Beidou Formations".
"Good guy, it's not over yet. Don't blame me for being cruel this time."
Murong Fu lost his temper and no longer had so many concerns, and prepared to use the Beiming Divine Skill to break the formation.
No matter how mysterious the formation is, there are always seven of them connected. As long as Beiming's magical power hits one person, it will hit them all, and the formation will break down on its own.
I was reluctant to use it before because I didn't want to expose Beiming's magical power, and I didn't want to offend the enemy for nothing.
"Stop!" Everyone shouted, but Hao Datong stopped him.
He was knocked away by Murong Fu just now, and he was deeply shocked. He felt that his life had been in vain all these years, and his swordsmanship and internal strength were not even as good as those of a young boy.
Under the shock of his mind and internal energy, he couldn't help but vomit a mouthful of blood. In fact, he was not seriously injured. He had recovered at this time, but his face was a little gloomy. It seemed that Murong Fu had dealt him a heavy blow.
Zhao Zhijing said hurriedly: "Uncle, are you okay?"
"Huh, I just remembered to ask now." Hao Datong snorted. Zhao Zhijing, like his apprentice, always likes to make his own decisions. If he hadn't stopped him in time, today's matter would have been a big deal and would have ended badly.
Little did he know that it was this call to stop that saved the lives of all the disciples, and Murong Fu was ready to kill them.