Martial Arts God-level Crossing System

　　"You lunatic, let the three of us meet you for a while."

　　The three of them knew that fighting alone would definitely not be Yue Laosan's opponent, and immediately the three of them joined forces to encircle Yue Laosan without any regard for face.

　　Facing the encirclement of the three of them, the third Yue was not afraid at all, and laughed loudly: "It's good to come! It's no use how many people you come here! The son said, since I want to give it to you guys. A lesson, my third child, Yue, will not be merciful."

　　Yue Laosan rushed forward with infinite pride, one against three.

　　Although it is said that Gong Yeqian, Deng Baichuan and Feng Bo Ei are not very strong in martial arts in the world of Tianlong, they seem to be cannon fodder.

　　But in fact, their status in Yanziwu is quite good.

　　Among them, Gong Yeqian is the owner of Chixia Village of the Murong family in Gusu, Deng Baichuan is the owner of Qingyun Village, and Feng Bo E is the owner of Xuanshuang Village.

　　Although the four of them were side by side with the four generals of the Murong family in Gusu, they still led a group of subordinates under their command.

　　More often, in fact, only Murong Fu was the only one fooling around.

　　In recent years, the Four Great Masters have made a lot of efforts to develop the power of Yanziwu and to spread the name of Gusu Murong's family everywhere.

　　After the four people 4 fierce battles together, the scene can be described as extremely intense.

　　It is undeniable that the strength of Yue Laosan today has greatly improved compared to the past.

　　But the martial arts he practiced were short-lived after all.

　　In a one-on-one situation, he can beat the pack very easily.

　　But in the case of one enemy three, if he wants to be as relaxed as... just now, it will not be so easy.

　　One move and one move, Yue Laosan and the three of them froze after another move to repel Kai Gong Ye Qian, and Deng Baichuan and Feng Bo Ei attacked from left and right at the same time.

　　Unexpectedly, Bao Different made an unexpected move at this time.

　　He slapped Deng Baichuan's palm, waved his phantom fingers, and stabbed Feng Bo's belly.

　　"puff--!"

　　After the storm was hit by Yue Laosan's finger

　　, suddenly let out a miserable cry, and flew upside down.

　　After the storm was repelled in one fell swoop, Yue Laosan also received a slap.

　　He opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood, but he had a very arrogant smile on his face: "One is seriously injured, and it will be much easier to deal with the two of you next."

　　Hearing what the third son of Yue said, Gong Yeqian and Deng Baichuan couldn't help feeling a chill in their hearts.

　　Could this guy be crazy? In order to win, he did not hesitate to resist a frontal palm.

　　"Come on, you two trash, see how your grandfather Yue Laosan defeated you."

　　After saying that, Young Master Yue waved his hand and slapped Deng Baichuan with a palm of Xuanming.

　　Because the speed of Yue Laosan's shot was too fast, Deng Baichuan was knocked away in one fell swoop before he could even see Yue Laosan's movements clearly.

　　For a while, Gong Yegan was the only one left on the field.

　　"I heard that you have been claiming that you are the second in the South of the Yangtze River. I think you are too shameless to call yourself! Come, let your grandfather teach you how to use the palm."

　　After Yue Laosan said this, he turned the Xuanming Divine Palm with both hands, and quickly attacked Gong Yegan.

　　In order to meet Yue Laosan's offensive, Gong Yeqian was forced to dodge and exert his strength for a while.

　　The two sides slapped each other dozens of times in the void.

　　Then, seeing the appearance of Yue Laosan's successful plan, he stopped attacking the toilet.

　　".

　　You have already entered the body with cold poison, if you don't meditate to drive away the cold, you will be frozen into ice cubes immediately."

　　With a sneering expression on his face, Yue Laosan looked at Gong Yegan and said.

　　Gong Yegan's face turned purple for a while, and there was also a deep look of unwillingness on his face.

　　But after feeling the cold poison that was about to erupt in his body at any time, he had to apologize to Murong Fu: "Young Master, this subordinate is incompetent and cannot defeat this person for you."

　　Gong Yegan said these words, but what was greeted was just a cold snort from Murong Fu.

　　"You guys are so useless, you can't even beat one of his servants."

　　After Murong Fu finished saying this, he walked up to the third child of Yue and suggested, "Look at your madness, how about I come to show you a bit?"

　　Just after Murong Fu challenged, Zhuo Bufan sneered and walked forward: "Young Master Murong, maybe you don't know Qian Wang Zhao, this third Yue is just a servant of our Xiaoyao Villa. You, the heir to the Murong family in Yanziwu, actually want to find a servant to learn martial arts, which is really a lot of knowledge."

　　"you--!"

　　Hearing Zhuo Bufan's words, Murong Fu was instantly half-dead with anger, staring at Zhuo Bufan indignantly.

　　Zhuo Bufan lit up the sword in his hand and said with a smile: "I heard that you are a master swordsman, why don't we use the three-foot green peak in this hand to compete with each other"

　　If compared to others, Zhuo Bufan may have no chance of winning.

　　But if it was Bi Yongjian, he now believes that no one can beat him except Xiao Baiye.

　　"Better than a sword, you brought it on yourself!"

　　Murong Fu sneered and drew out... his own saber.

　　The swordsmanship that he is most proficient with is his own Dragon City Swordsmanship.

280: Murong Fu

　　In recent years, the slogans of Bei Qiaofeng and Nan Murong have been circulating in the rivers and lakes.

　　Gradually, Murong Fu also began to think highly of himself.

　　There are rumors in the rivers and lakes that the martial arts of Bei Qiaofeng are the best in the world.

　　And he, Murong Fu, not only practiced the famous stunt of the Gusu Murong family [Douzhuanxingyi], but also practiced no less than a hundred kinds of martial arts in the Shenhe Village.

　　Seeing that Third Yue Yue had defeated his four generals successively, Murong Fu, who was arrogant, did not think that Third Third Yue could be his opponent.

　　As for swordsmanship, Murong Fu is even more qualified to be proud! He not only practiced the Murong family's Longcheng swordsmanship, but also knew a lot about all kinds of swordsmanship in the arena.

　　Regardless of

　　Which swordsmanship this guy who challenges himself with a sword is practicing, he will definitely teach him a profound lesson.

　　"Better than swordsmanship, today I will let you see how powerful the Dragon City swordsmanship of my Gusu Murong family is."

　　After Murong Fu said this, he immediately drew his sword and stabbed Zhuo Bufan.

　　Zhuo Bufan's face was calm, and one hand was placed on the hilt of the sword, quietly watching Murong Fu swing the sword and stab.

　　In terms of martial arts, this Murong Fu is not even as strong as Duan Yanqing, how could he be Zhuo Bufan's opponent? Half-foot sword glow.

　　He sideways dodged Murong Fu's sword, and at the same time, the long sword in his hand was carrying a sword glow, leaving a sword mark on Murong Fu's left shoulder.

　　"Pfft—."

　　Blood flies cheap, Zhuo Bufan's sword is not at all fancy or superfluous.

　　It's just a very ordinary drawing of the sword, out of the sword, and withdrawal of the sword, and the whole set of actions seems to be done in one go.

　　After a sword wounded Murong Fu, Zhuo Bufan calmly took two steps back, looked at him playfully, and sneered: "It turns out that the Longcheng swordsmanship of the Murong family in Gusu is nothing more than this! I thought it was too much. Great swordsmanship."

　　Being able to see the flaws in Murong Fu's swordsmanship so quickly is because Zhuo Bufan himself has also practiced the Longcheng swordsmanship.

　　But this didn't stop him from irritating Murong Fu by mocking Longcheng's swordsmanship.

　　When many guests in the courtyard saw this situation, they all started to discuss involuntarily.

　　What everyone saw was that Murong Fu was defeated by Zhuo Bufan's move.

　　Suddenly, there were many words that looked down on Gusu Murong's family in the discussion.

　　Hearing these discussions around him, Murong Fu's face flushed red, and he gritted his teeth and said, "I was careless just now! You and I will compare again."

　　After saying that, Murong Fu attacked Zhuo Bufan again with his sword.

　　Zhuo Bufan held his hands long with a lazy face.

　　Murong Fu's sword moves were broken one by one, and at the same time he did not forget to sneer again and again: "Murong Fu, is this your strength? You say Jiang Wen Bei Qiao Feng, Nan Murong's title, in my opinion, this is really It's ridiculous! I don't know the level of Bei Qiaofeng's strength, but you Nan Murong are just a paper tiger!"

　　After he finished speaking, Zhuo Bufan was another easy move to write to Murong Fu.

　　Murong Fu's lungs were about to explode with anger, and he started frantically trying his best to attack Zhuo Bufan desperately.

　　However, Zhuo's extraordinary swordsmanship and skills were far beyond what Murong Fu could match.

　　Therefore, under the circumstance of Murong Fu doing his best, Zhuo Bufan still sneered: "Based on your three-legged cat skills, you also pretend to be Nan Murong, I'm just a servant of my son, swordsman. The law is much stronger than you! Compared with my son, you are a complete waste! Now you know why Mrs. Wang of Mantuo Villa wants to betrothed her daughter to my son."

　　"Ah! I'm going to kill you."

　　After being provoked by Zhuo Bufan, Murong Fu's ugliness was over, and he shouted loudly, recklessly wielding his long sword and stabbing towards Zhuo Bufan.

　　Facing Murong Fu's sword move, the playful look on Zhuo Bufan's face did not diminish.

　　If this Murong Fu started to fight calmly at first, Zhuo Bufan said that he would have to have a hundred or ten moves to be able to subdue the opponent.

　　But now Murong Fu was already upset.

　　This sword move naturally became: messy.

　　Under such circumstances, Zhuo Bufan's victory over Murong Fu was simply simpler than eating and drinking.

　　"Looking back at that time, Murong Longcheng, the ancestor of your Murong family, was still one of the figures.

　　Including your dead father, Murong Bo, his strength is genuine in the arena

　　You are the only one, Murong Fu, why do you look like a parallel importer! Your strength is so weak that I can't even have the interest to compete with you.

　　So you should honestly defeat me!"

　　After Zhuo Bufan said this, the long sword in his hand danced wildly.

　　In an instant, streaks of sword beams clinged to the top of Murong Fu's head, the waist of his trousers, and the profile of his face.

　　The headband on Murong Fu's head was cut and broken by Jianmang, causing his long hair to be scattered in all directions.

　　The waist of his trousers was cut by Jianmang, causing his trousers to slip down, making him embarrassed in public.

　　What humiliated Murong Fu the most was that at this moment, there were three sword marks on his left and right cheeks.

　　Blood dripped down his cheeks, and it was so funny and ridiculous.