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Chapter 257: Judgment of superiority and inferiority, there will be no more Gong Ziyu in the world from now on!

The story between Yan Nanfei and Fu Hongxue actually stems from the fight for Gong Ziyu's substitute.

A year ago, at the Phoenix Collection, Yan Nanfei was chosen as a substitute by Gong Ziyu, but he lost to Fu Hongxue.

Gong Ziyu's substitute is absolutely invincible, so since there is already a stronger person, Gong Ziyu has no reason to continue to choose him.

But Gong Ziyu still gave Yan Nanfei the last chance and gave him one year to defeat Fu Hongxue in an honest and fair manner.

Of course he didn't do this out of kindness.

Because he wanted the strongest person, and Yan Nanfei had various subsequent conspiracies in order to defeat Fu Hongxue.

The peacock feathers of Peacock Villa and the Demon Cult's "Yin and Yang Combination of Great Compassion", it is a pity that these two things have been lost for a long time.

……

"Since I became famous, very few things in this world can tempt me..."

Even Gong Ziyu himself had to develop respect and fear for the power contained in that flying knife.

Not only does his move have subtle changes, but it also contains hidden meanings, and its power is even more astonishing.

Gongzi Yu's eyes flickered strangely and said, "Can you really see that?"

Gong Ziyu suddenly got three palms to strike again. His three palms seemed to be lifeless and inert, but in fact they were the secrets of Shen Yun's master's palm skills. If you feel contempt and try to catch him forcefully, I'm afraid you will suffer a big blow. deficit.

After half a cup of tea, Gong Ziyu suddenly sighed and said, "I'm sorry!"

Gong Ziyu's hand clenched inexplicably, but suddenly let go again the next moment.

Xiao Li, who was known to be a perfect example of flying a knife, missed it in front of that man.

She wanted to prevent this battle from happening, but the two people facing each other were already on the verge of firing. If she intervened, it would lead to Gong Ziyu's defeat.

The winner of that battle was Murong Fu.

Not long ago, Yu Qin, the head of the five bodyguards under his command, also died due to his method of repaying the other person with his own treatment.

He was talking, but his hands were not idle. As his figure flashed, a right hand swung out like a violent wind. He didn't even mention the moves, just like the moves of a boy and a scoundrel in a fight. Between the moves, there were... However, there is no flaw in sight, the attack is urgent, and the opponent is not given any chance to breathe.

When Mrs. Zhuo on the side saw this, she pursed her lips slightly, and there was also a hint of complexity in her beautiful eyes.

Murong Fu said calmly: "I have also learned the martial arts from the famous hero Shen Lang of the past generation!"

Murong Fu seemed to have lost the opportunity and was unable to fight back, but his body moved between the shadows of his palms, and his movements were still calm and unrestrained, which made people feel very comfortable.

"what's up?"

This is why he was inspired by a famous martial art in the martial arts world a hundred years ago, which was called "The Thirteen Styles of the Demon".

Understanding this, Mrs. Zhuo glanced at Gong Ziyu's back complexly, and then retreated.

It turns out that before Shen Lang, a famous hero of the past generation, traveled around the world, there were thirteen demons in the martial arts world. However, since Chai Yuguan, the "Buddha of all families", Wanjiasheng and Fairy Yunmeng who cheated death have made a secret plan. The "Invincible Treasure Book's Secret Manual of Seventy-two Internal and External Kung Fu" that the former invincible monk boasted to shock the world was the fake news hidden at the top of Huiyan Peak in Hengshan Mountain. It lured all the world's martial arts masters to Hengshan Mountain and captured them all.

And this false news naturally attracted the Thirteen Heavenly Demons of Wulin. Therefore, after the battle at Hengshan, only one of the Thirteenth Heavenly Demons remained.

But there is one exception in the world, and that is Murong Fu.

But Gong Ziyu jumped up in the air, his body suddenly bent, his arms slightly spread, he turned over in the air, and rushed towards Murong Fu.

Murong Fu's figure seemed to have avoided the attack.

He smiled.

I don’t know how long it took, but the two figures were as motionless as majestic mountains.

Now, eighteen years later, he has reappeared. Not only has he defeated his masters in a row, but even Fu Hongxue, whom he regarded as a substitute, has also been defeated by him.

Eighteen years ago, Ye Kai and he had a battle in Lengxiang Garden. Very few people knew about this battle, but they couldn't hide it from him.

When Mrs. Zhuo, who was watching the battle from behind, witnessed this move with her own eyes, she couldn't help but change her expression in shock, and thought to herself: "It's actually the Flying Dragon Style!"

Murong Fu said.

Ever since the famous hero Shen Lang went to sea with his friends, the myth of the martial arts world in the Central Plains has been dominated by that flying knife.

Murong Fu said: "You have wealth, you have power, and you have many masters under your command, but you only lack one thing..."

Gong Ziyu said with a smile.

Murong Fu said: "Because there is no interest in life in your eyes. If a person has no interest in life, he will not be happy no matter what he has!"

His origins are a mystery, his martial arts are also a mystery, and what he has learned seems to encompass everything in the world. All of this makes Gong Ziyu, who has long lost interest in everything in the world, stir his silent heart again.

"But now I'm suddenly curious about one thing?"

After the two of them finished speaking, their figures faced each other far away, and the atmosphere condensed.

After a moment of silence, Gong Ziyu spoke again.

She was happy that Gong Ziyu had regained his interest in life, but she was also worried about the upcoming battle.

Gong Ziyu said: "What?"

……

Gong Ziyu said: "You should repay the other person with his own way."

Murong Fu said: "I can see it."

This person is Hua Ruixian, who is said to go to heaven and earth, and has the devil in his palm. He is one of the thirteen demons in the martial arts world.

And this "Great Demon Flying Dragon Style" was one of Hua Ruixian's secret skills in the past. This move is so exquisite that very few people in the world can avoid this move.

Seeing Gong Ziyu take action and use his secret skills that had been lost for many years, Mrs. Zhuo knew that a trace of life had finally returned to his heart.

"Well done!"

But after seeing this move, Murong Fu applauded and praised him.

Unlike others who chose to avoid the sharp edge, Murong Fu twisted his body, opened his arms slightly, pinched the two fingers of his left hand to form a phoenix peck, and quickly pointed Gong Ziyu away with his eyes.

Gong Ziyu's eyes flashed, and he raised his right palm to draw towards his wrist veins.

Unexpectedly, Murong Fu suddenly moved and appeared mysteriously behind Gong Ziyu. His moves seemed to be unchanged, but he used the phoenix peck on his right hand to quickly tap the acupuncture points on the back of Gong Ziyu's neck.

Although this change seems simple, the ingenuity in it cannot be described in words.

"Well done!"

Seeing this exquisite change of moves, Gong Ziyu rarely spoke in praise.

When Mrs. Zhuo, who was watching the battle behind her, saw this, she couldn't help but hold her clothes tightly.

From her perspective, she had to praise Murong Fu's exquisite change of move. She would have been unable to parry it, so naturally she couldn't help but worry about Gong Ziyu.

But Gong Ziyu was Gong Ziyu after all. He suddenly twisted back, looked back at the moon, and used his left palm to meet Murong Fu's peck with two fingers of his right palm.

There was a "pop" sound, the two pairs of palms were connected, and both of them suddenly stopped moving.

Seeing the palm prints of the two people touching each other, the worry in Mrs. Zhuo's eyes became more intense. It should be noted that when masters compete, the most fierce competition is the internal strength competition.

And now the two are competing for internal strength, which is obviously the most dangerous moment.

Gong Ziyu looked very relaxed at first, but as about half a cup of tea passed, his expression gradually became serious, and the two of them overlapped their palms tightly.

Only two muffled sounds of "Boo, Boom" were heard, like light thunder in the dense clouds behind the distant mountains. From this, it can be seen that the competition between the two people's internal strength has reached a critical moment.

And if the competition continues, I'm afraid both of them will suffer losses.

"Son!"

Seeing this, Mrs. Zhuo couldn't help but remind her in a voice.

Gong Ziyu and Murong Fu naturally understood this truth.

Sure enough, after the sound of light thunder, the two of them withdrew their palms in tacit agreement at the same time, and Gong Ziyu unexpectedly "thump, thump... thump..." He took five steps back in a row, and with each step, there was a broken stone on the stone ground. footprint.

However, the more he took a step back, the footprints became shallower and shallower, which showed that he indeed had a clever means of relieving force.

Murong Fu's eyes showed a strange color, his body rose into the air, and he quickly retreated back about ten feet.

It seemed that his figure was falling gently, but the floor he stepped on left a pair of clear footprints.

Murong Fu said: "Good skills!"

He traveled through the heavens and worlds and had countless powerful enemies, but few could compete with him in terms of internal strength. Whether it was Mu Taoist or Jade Rakshasa, they were all inferior to me.

Previously, the only exception was the little old man Wu Ming, but now there is one more person, and that is Gong Ziyu in front of him.

It should be noted that Gong Ziyu's age is less than half that of the young old man Wu Ming. His age is only similar to that of Fu Hongxue, but when he competed with Murong Fu in terms of internal strength, he was only slightly inferior.

Murong Fu couldn't help but praise him for his internal strength cultivation.

"I heard that Shen Lang, a famous hero in the past, had a unique method that could defeat hidden weapons in the world. Is this true?"

Looking at Gong Ziyu, whose face was slightly red, Murong Fu said suddenly.

Although Gong Ziyu's face was slightly red, he smiled and said, "Of course it's true."

"it is good!"

When Murong Fu heard this, a pure gold cylinder appeared in his palm, about eight inches in diameter.

"I believe you are familiar with this object. It is the peacock feather made by Mrs. Zhuo herself. However, this object has been transformed by Qiu Shuiqing, making it even more powerful!"

Showing the peacock feather in his palm, Murong Fu said calmly.

"Please be careful!"

As soon as Murong Fu finished speaking, a brilliant brilliance shot out from the golden cylinder in his palm.

It is as brilliant as the setting sun and as beautiful as a rainbow.

Seeing this brilliance that seemed to represent death gradually blooming, Mrs. Zhuo's heart suddenly sank to the bottom. The peacock feathers transformed by Qiu Shuiqing were indeed better than the hidden weapons she had made before.

Its burst of light is not only faster, but also more beautiful.

Although Mrs. Zhuo has never witnessed a real peacock feather with her own eyes, she thinks that the bright golden light in front of her is probably 70% as powerful as it used to be.

Seeing the bright and beautiful golden light coming towards him, it was absolutely impossible for anyone to resist it, but when he saw Gong Ziyu's right hand suddenly making an arc, he unexpectedly

There seemed to be an invisible gravitational force that sucked all this golden light over.

Just listening to several soft sounds of "Puff, Puff, Puff", all this golden light actually fell into the young master's sleeves.

But the next moment, he saw a gap the size of an index finger on Gong Ziyu's sleeve robe, and several thin needles emitting golden light appeared on the stone slab under his feet.

"pity!"

When Murong Fu saw this scene, he said with a little regret.

To be fair, Gong Ziyu's technique is similar to that of Wanliu Guizong. It has already gained a lot of popularity, but it is still one step behind.

"It's a pity indeed!"

Gong Ziyu nodded and said regretfully.

The peacock feather in Murong Fu's hand was not a real one, but it was enough to make a person sick, and even he was one step closer to death.

"But I'm not defeated yet!"

Gongzi Yu said.

Murong Fu nodded and said, "Indeed."

"So this battle is not over yet!"

After Gong Ziyu finished speaking, his right palm lightly struck in front of Murong Fu.

There was no warning when he took action, and he did not reveal any energy. It seemed that there was no trace to be found, making it difficult for people to guard against.

Murong Fu, as if he had an omen in his heart, had already retreated.

Although he was retreating backwards as fast as lightning, his expression was still so calm and carefree.

But Mrs. Zhuo was watching from the side, and her expression also changed, because she had already seen the brilliance of Murong Fu's body technique, and knew that her best Qinggong was not as good as the other's, even if she flattered him.

Gong Ziyu's hands had already fluttered out more than forty palms. He only said nine words in total, but he waved forty palms. The palm movements were as urgent as lightning, but the shadows of his palms were all over the sky, like falling flowers. Even with Murong Fu's sharp eyesight, he was unable to detect the changes in his moves.

"Good palm skills!"

When Murong Fu saw this, not only did his eyes flash, but the next moment he opened his mouth to praise.

While speaking, he actually avoided all the shadows of Gong Ziyu's palms in the sky. The lightness and swiftness of his body movements and the strange and complex changes were so eye-catching that even Gong Zi Yu Shi did not expect that Murong Fu would actually I would have avoided it with such an understatement.

Seeing that his body-lighting technique was so superb, Gong Ziyu couldn't help but feel moved again.

However, Murong Fu was able to avoid Gong Ziyu's palm shadow that filled the sky. Although his movements were still so calm and graceful, anyone with a discerning eye could tell at a glance that he had not used all his strength.

Although Gong Ziyu's martial arts were high, Murong Fu could still see all of the martial arts he used. However, the martial arts used by Murong Fu were like vast waves of smoke, with no edges or bottom. Gong Ziyu could not see the origin or source of it at all. .

Seeing that it was impossible to gain the upper hand just by relying on exquisite palm skills, Gong Ziyu's thoughts flashed in his mind, and he immediately changed his method. His palm movements were already hitting Murong Fu in a series, and the palm movements were so fast that it seemed as if he wanted to do more just now. A few minutes faster.

Just now, the two were competing in palm power, and he was slightly inferior, so naturally he was not convinced.

Now that they are fighting again, they naturally want to learn the lesson again.

However, he took a selfie with his palms, and Murong Fu also moved forward with his palms.

The two of them struck each other with four palms, only to hear a series of applause sounds, as close as a continuous ball. More than ten palms struck, Murong Fu's figure shook slightly, but Gong Ziyu already let out a startled grunt and took two steps back.

Murong Fu said: "Now you and I have tested our internal strength, and you are at a disadvantage in all the palm techniques."

Gong Ziyu said: "But there are still swordsmanship that I haven't compared yet."

Murong Fu said: "Okay, but where is your sword?"

Gong Ziyu said: "No need to use a sword!"

Murong Fu asked: "No need to use a sword?"

Gong Ziyu said: "That's right, you don't need to use a sword!"

The next moment, he saw that his right sleeve seemed to come to life and turned into a sword.

Yes, a sword.

"Bundle wet into a stick!"

Looking at this scene, Murong Fu couldn't help but say.

This martial art is a unique skill of the Wudang Sect. Those who have mastered this kind of martial arts can use anything in their hands as a weapon.

For example, Gong Ziyu right now.

Gong Ziyu turned his sleeves into swords and made a soft sound with his sleeves. His long sleeves also seemed to turn into a divine dragon, and he thrust straight forward. This move was as delicate as a divine dragon, yet as swift as lightning.

This was Gong Ziyu's first time using a sword in front of others, but his move was like an antelope hanging its horns, leaving no trace, as if it was made in heaven.

But at the next moment, there was only a cry and Murong Fu's sword had been unsheathed.

Murong Fu's man and sword seemed to have become one. The sword's light was as sharp as a flying rainbow, and it pierced straight through. The sword's light was brilliant and swift, without any change or even a backward movement. All the power of the whole body was absorbed into it. In this sword, no change is sometimes the best change.

But the moment she saw this bright sword light, Madam Zhuo's face turned pale, and she subconsciously rushed forward.

Sure enough, there was only a sound of tearing and breaking cloth, and then the sleeve robe on Gong Ziyu's right hand became torn to pieces in an instant, and his white arm had already flown into the air.

Blood mist filled the secret room, but Murong Fu's sword still did not stop.

But there was someone who had already blocked Gong Ziyu's chest in advance. She was a woman, Mrs. Zhuo, and Ming Yue Xin.

Murong Fu's sword was like a shooting star, about to pierce through the woman's chest instantly.

Gong Ziyu's heart suddenly felt a heartbreaking pain, which was so painful that he couldn't help himself.

"Do not……"

He seemed to be going crazy, shouting one word with all his strength.

But it's too late.

Seeing the familiar blood flower about to bloom, his heart was about to be completely broken.

But Murong Fu's sword suddenly stopped.

The tip of his sword only penetrated less than half an inch, and bewitching blood slowly dripped down the blade.

Looking at Gong Ziyu who finally looked like a living person in front of him, Murong Fu said calmly: "You lose!"

(End of this chapter)