Reborn as Murong Fu: This time I am the protagonist

Chapter 165
At this time, a cloud covered the sun, the sky was no longer bright, and a gust of wind blew up in the plains, making the scorching summer of July look a little like late autumn.

After Murong Fu finished speaking, the sarcasm on his face became stronger, and he squinted at the sword god in front of him with a playful look, like a vicious cat teasing a mouse that just came out of its nest.

Zhuo Bufan was stunned for a moment, and then he was furious: "Extremely arrogant. Just now you escaped my sword by chance, I was merciful. Good! If you can really stay still, take my hundred moves, Zhuo Bufan vowed never to use the sword, never Step into the rivers and lakes!"

Murong Fu curled his lips in disdain: This old boy is really cunning.I said that if he lost, he would cut off his meridians, but if he said it, he would never use a sword.It looks almost the same, but in fact there is a sea of ​​difference. When the time comes, he will lose and leave. Who knows if he will use a sword in the future?
But anyway, Murong Fu didn't intend to let him lose, what's the point, the point is to subdue, so he didn't care about this bit of word play, let him go.

Murong Fu said: "Then wait and see!"

Zhuo Bufan submerged his true energy, and with one move, on the blade of the sword, there was a half-foot green glow faltering, like a living thing.This trick is the result of 20 years of painstaking research after he received the inheritance of the sword scriptures from his predecessors. It can be said that he has learned it all his life.

He didn't pick the small cauldron in Murong Fu's hand with this sword, but directly stabbed Murong Fu's chest, attacking the enemy will save him.From his point of view, Murong Fu easily dodged his sword before, it must have been intentional and unintentional, it is not counted.However, Murong Fu was able to stand still and dodge, which shows that he still has real talents.

He didn't expect his sword to really kill the opponent, but he was confident that the opponent would have to dodge and move around, and it would take a lot of trouble to avoid this sword that condensed what he had learned all his life.In this way, according to the bet, Murong Fu will naturally lose.

Murong Fu calmly watched the light of the sword in front of him rapidly enlarge, when the sword was less than a foot away from his heart, the small cauldron in his right hand lightly touched the long sword with four or two strokes of a thousand catties.

Although this Shenmu Wangding tripod is miraculous, it is a wooden body after all, how can it be worthy of this three-foot long sword?

But the tip of the sword seemed to be pinched by an invisible big hand. The moment it touched the small tripod, it bent upwards in a strange arc, and the half-foot sword glow that was originally like a living thing suddenly disappeared. The child was knocked apart and escaped into the smoke and dust, as if it had never existed.

Then Murong returned like lightning, Zhuo Bufan hadn't seen clearly how the opponent moved, a clever force was transmitted from the tip of the sword to his wrist.Zhuo Bufan only felt numbness in his wrist, as if stung by a scorpion, and felt that the hand holding the sword lost strength.

He secretly said "Oops" in his heart, and was about to forcibly boost his true energy to regain control of the sword, but that force took the long sword away with unexhausted momentum.

When he reacted and saw it clearly, Murong Fu was holding the small green cauldron in his right hand and the tip of Zhuo Bufan's long sword between two fingers in his left hand, looking at him calmly, as if he just wiped his hands , I took a pair of chopsticks to pick up vegetables.

The dark clouds dispersed and the sun shone on the earth again, but Zhuo Bufan's mood suddenly fell from the sunny day in July to the cold winter, which was so cold.

Cold sweat rolled down Zhuo Bufan's forehead. At this moment, he seemed to be stuck on the neck by an invisible big hand. He tried several times, but he couldn't make a sound.

After a while, he finally regained some control over his body.

Swallowing a mouthful of saliva, moistening his parched throat, Zhuo Bufan said: "Mr. Murong is a master of martial arts. With the light of a firefly candle, Zhuo Bufan is delusional in trying to compete with the bright moon. It's too ridiculous to be overwhelmed if a gnat shakes a big tree."

If it wasn't for Murong Fu who was here, he really wanted to cry aloud now.

20 years! After 20 years of painstaking research, the young man in front of him couldn't even make a single move!
Hahaha.

Zhuo Bufan now only feels that he is like a clumsy juggler who has been seen through the tricks he has worked so hard to master for many years.

The audience who were eagerly watching at the last moment dispersed in a rush, leaving a mess on the ground, and the self who was at a loss in place.

Sword God?

Funny!
Zhuo Bufan slowly closed his eyes, two lines of tears silently fell from the corners of his eyes, at this moment he was completely desperate.

He is over half a century old, so what if he practiced for another 30 years?Not to mention seeking revenge from Child Elder, even from Murong Fu's hands, he will not be able to escape alive.

There is nothing worse than death.

Murong Fu ignored him, looked at the long sword he had just taken, and said with a smile: "It is a rare and good sword, but the master's martial arts is really not good."

Zhuo Bufan was furious: "Murong Fu, a scholar can be killed but not humiliated. I, Zhuo Bufan, are inferior in skills today, and I just died in your hands. But you humiliate me like this, even if I am a ghost, I will not let you go."

He originally wanted to say that he wanted to fight to the death with the other party.But when he thought of the other party's martial arts, he would definitely die, and the other party might not even scratch the skin, and felt desperate.Once the words came to his lips, they became fearless threats.

Murong Fu raised his eyelids and said with a smile, "Isn't it?"

As he said that, he turned his hand, and the long sword drew a sword flower in the air. It looked as light and graceful as a flying swallow returning to its nest, and then a phoenix leaped up and handed it out. On the blade of the sword, the sound of dragon chant was loud, and an extraordinary The half-foot sword light that was danced before grew more than twice as long, and the light covered more than half of the sword body.

Then Murong Fu held a tripod in one hand and danced a sword in the other.

On the blade of the sword, the three-foot sword light is sometimes like a Xizi holding a heart, extremely delicate.Sometimes it is like a dragon breaking out of the gate, and there is a lot of wind and rain.

Cutting, slashing, chopping, stabbing, picking, all the basic swordsmanship movements were demonstrated one by one in Murong Fu's hands, the apparently ordinary movements at this moment perfectly combined the lightness of swordsmanship and the simplicity of swordsmanship .

With Murong Fu as the center, a cold wind blew up, Zhuo Bufan shivered subconsciously, as if the temperature in the wilderness suddenly dropped several degrees, subconsciously moved a little further away from the other party.

After finishing a set of sword skills, Murong Fu casually threw the long sword on the ground, the blade penetrated deeply into a large bluestone about a foot away, the pressure generated by the sword force was dissipated, and the nearby bushes that were half a person tall broke apart one by one .

Murong Fu smiled and said, "How? Does this count as humiliating you?"

Zhuo Bufan yelled, feeling ashamed and indignant, he pulled out his long sword angrily, swiped the sword horizontally, and wiped it on his neck, thinking: Forget it, Zhuo Bufan's skills are inferior to others, since there is no hope for revenge in this life, let's live on in this world It is also useless.

Just when the blade was about to touch the neck, a burst of sword energy hit the long sword in his hand, and the fine iron long sword broke in two instantly.

Zhuo Bufan's face was ashamed: "Mr. Murong, don't you even give me the dignity of committing suicide?"

　Two more deliveries, yes
　　
　
(End of this chapter)