Martial Arts Begins and Marries Wang Yuyan

I saw little bits of blood floating in the air, and a bloody wind suddenly blew in the space.

Countless sword shadows slashed horizontally and vertically, and the sword moves were as fast as lightning, with the power of swallowing up mountains and rivers.

Fortunately, although the [One-Horned Demon Tiger] is not as flexible as Linfeng (ps: I got the name wrong yesterday), it is fortunately thick-skinned and did not suffer any serious injuries.

With his super strength, he also fought back and forth with Linfeng.

Unfortunately, he was in an independent closed space, so his strength was naturally lowered a bit, and he gradually fell behind.

Spiritual energy stirred inside and outside the space, and Linfeng's body seemed to be like strips of mercury, flowing everywhere.

Then, his eyes suddenly became fierce and powerful, and a fierce suction force shot out from his palm.

The next moment, a sharp blast of wind-breaking energy hit the [One-Horned Demon Tiger] hard.

Suddenly, it roared angrily, and its huge body hit the inner wall of the space heavily.

When Murong Fu saw that the situation was not good, the [Taiyi Light Sword] in his hand shook, and a golden light wave flashed.

Mixed with extremely powerful destructive power, it shot into the independent space instantly.

At the same time, the long sword stood upright in the air, and with a slash in the air, another golden beam of light appeared.

With a roar that seemed to be able to tear the world apart, it directly shattered the independent space.

In an instant, pieces of debris fell from mid-air, and were instantly shaken into powder floating in the air.

Linfeng also received a violent impact, and a mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth.

This independent space is formed by his true body's spiritual power. Once it is impacted, he will also suffer the same damage.

[One-Horned Demon Tiger] After the space was shattered, the pressure on his body suddenly disappeared, and he just felt extremely relaxed.

It looked up to the sky and roared, as if to vent its resentment: Ouch!

Linfeng's expression changed drastically. He looked at the [One-Horned Demon Tiger] running towards him at great speed. He endured the severe pain in his body and dodged away in embarrassment.

However, as soon as it used its spiritual power, it felt its breath stagnant and another mouthful of blood spurted out.

Ha! With such little ability, you still dare to scream for revenge. Murong Fu stood aside, watching the [One-horned Demon Tiger] wreak havoc on Linfeng, and sarcastically said in a cold voice.

While Linfeng was hiding in embarrassment, he shouted loudly: Isn't it just because I have a spiritual beast to protect me? If you have the ability, you can do it yourself!

After hearing what he said, Murong Fu just felt that this mountain civet seemed to have gone out without thinking, and even wanted to fight with him.

He smiled softly and said disdainfully: You don't deserve it!

However, Linfeng's eyes turned scarlet in an instant, and the power of his palm surged like an angry wave, which was unstoppable.

[One-horned Demon Tiger] was distracted and was slapped back several meters away by a palm.

Immediately, Linfeng's figure was like a ghost, and with an extremely flexible posture, he flashed in front of Murong Fu. M..

The two people's eyes looked at each other, and the spiritual energy around them surged, surging outward in circles.

How dare you kill my brother, I want you all to be buried with him! Lin Feng raised his head to the sky and roared, with a few blue flames faintly coming out of his hands.

Immediately, the fire slowly grew larger, spreading from his hands to his whole body, and the blue flame enveloped his entire body.

Go to hell! Go to hell! He kept repeating this sentence in his mouth, and his whole person was already going crazy.

Murong Fu's eyes changed, and his heart couldn't help but feel a little wave of admiration.

Unexpectedly, he actually burned himself to gain a temporary increase in spiritual power.

This is also a kind of [Burning Spirit], different from the original one of [One-Horned Demon Tiger].

What is burning in Linfeng is his vitality. Once the spiritual power is exhausted, it will be the end of his life.

The [One-Horned Demon Tiger] also felt the pressure coming from him, and quickly wanted to step forward to protect Murong Fu.

However, they were bounced several meters away by an invisible mask, and could not get even close to the two of them no matter what.

The two people stared at each other for a long time, and at the same time, the sword light in their wrists flashed, and they flew towards each other like thunder and lightning.

He could only hear the shattering cold light flashing by. Linfeng turned his arm, and the sword actually spun between his fingers.

It spun faster and faster, making people dazzled and unable to see the true form of the sword shadow.

Murong Fu stood there, his eyes as cold as water, and he slowly raised the sword blade.

The silver light flashed in his hand, firmly blocking the long sword that came straight from ten steps away.

The blood in Linfeng's body surged, and he suppressed the sweet taste in his throat.

He stood unsteadily, gritted his teeth, and immediately used all his inner energy on the sword.

Suddenly, his internal energy leaked out, and he couldn't contain it. He could clearly feel his life passing by.

Another sword swing was thrown out, but it was blocked by a heavy blow and the sword fell to the ground.

He swung the sword again, blood oozing from the corner of his mouth, and the sword took a wrong turn, but Murong Fu was still not hurt at all.

As the two swords intersected, the blood from the corner of his mouth slowly dripped to the ground. He was furious and filled with fear and anger, and stabbed away with the long sword in his hand.

When the sword was halfway through, his eyes suddenly changed and he turned suddenly, and the tip of the sword actually stabbed Murong Fu's left eye.

This move really changed quickly, but fortunately Murong Fu was prepared.

I saw that he waved his fists upward, and [Zhan. Wo Fist Technique] actually broke Linfeng's long sword with one punch.

The latter was shocked and stepped back a few meters away. He looked at Murong Fu warily, with more and more blood dripping from the corner of his mouth.

He held on to his weak body and planned to use the last strength of his life to fight again.

A fingertip blade as thin as a cicada's wings appeared in his hand, and he held a short knife in his left hand.

The figure spun several times in mid-air, and the short blade quickly struck at Murong Fu.

The sword flower between the fingers in his hand was constantly flashing, and there was a faint silver light flashing in the sunlight.

Murong Fu slowly raised the corners of his lips, without any panic, raised his sword and faced him.

Although Linfeng took the initiative to attack, he felt in an instant that the power on the short blade seemed to be extremely powerful.

His hand was shaken violently, and then the sword fell out of his hand, and he fell heavily to the ground.

In living for so long, he has never encountered such sword momentum, as if there were thousands of troops running towards him.

You can vaguely feel the endless momentum and domineering, and the surging sword energy is like a tide, layer by layer.

You lost! Murong Fu said calmly, without any emotion at all.

Linfeng screamed, curled up into a ball on the ground, and then turned into a small mountain cat, lying there motionless.

The [One-Horned Demon Tiger] stepped forward to check, and saw a large amount of blood constantly spilling out from under its body.

It's like a gorgeous flower blooming, wrapping it tightly.

In the end, Linfeng struggled to take his last breath, and his eyes were still staring before he died.

Maybe he didn't expect that the two brothers who had been guarding this [Hundred Thousand Mountains] for so long would be hanged today.

Although he had resentment in his heart, he couldn't do anything about it. It was only because they had offended the wrong people.