Martial Arts: Ordered to Get Married, His Wife is a Little Dragon Girl

"Calculate?"

"When did Chen Shaoxia count the heroes?"

The retainers and women around Duan Zhengchun still don't know why.

Yin Tianzheng explained: "If the chiefs and elders of the group of heroes join forces and make up the number of seven people, they may not be able to break through the seven-section formation of Zhenwu for a while. But after two or three times, dragging can also drain the internal strength of the seven heroes of Wudang. Exhausted."

Duan Zhengchun added: "Therefore, from the very beginning, Chen Shaoxia was limited to a single sect to fight, avoiding the possibility of the enemy uniting."

"Chen Shaoxia is really a genius!"

"It's really cunning! No, Chen Shaoxia is very young and should be resourceful!"

Everyone was amazed.

Even the wild king Yin Yewang changed his eyes when he looked at Chen Lei.

Just now.

When Murong Fu saw Chen Lei and Wu Dang and other masters talking, laughing, and being respected, the fire of jealousy in his heart ignited again.

But somehow.

He saw the sword shadows in front of him, especially when the three monks fought hard for immortality, they came up with a clever plan.

"Chen Shaoxia!"

Murong Fu suddenly leaped out and asked, "You said just now that if someone wins the three of you in a row, they will be able to get the exact whereabouts of the dog thief Xie Xun?"

Chen Lei didn't answer, and looked at Murong Fu with strange eyes.

"Yes."

I don't want the foolish tea master of the Wudang faction to admit it honestly.

The head of Wudang in "Xing Xing Xing" has the same status as Daoist Chongxu, and all of them have become juniors of the Wudang faction.

However, because the idiot tea Taoist has deep internal strength and is relatively old, he has a considerable position among the younger generation of Wudang.

"Well!"

Murong Fu suddenly drew his sword and pointed at Chen Lei, saying, "I want to challenge Chen Shaoxia, please do it."

"Want to step on me?"

"Complete you!"

Chen Lei smiled coldly and walked out slowly.

"Brother?"

Xiao Longnv felt the difficulty of the enemy and looked at Chen Lei worriedly.

"Don't worry, he's just a frog at the bottom of a well!"

After Chen Lei finished speaking, he crossed several feet in one step and came to the edge of the high platform in the square.

He looked condescendingly at Murong Fu whose eyes were flashing with inexplicable divine light, and suddenly thought of a possibility in his heart:

Did Murong Bo hide in it?

I wonder if Huang Yaoshi is interested in Douzhuanxingyi?

thought here.

Chen Lei has made a decision in his heart.

"You said I was a frog in a well!"

"Today I will show you who is the real frog in the well!"

Murong Fu obviously overheard Chen Lei's description of himself, and was very angry.

Jealousy and anger superimposed, urging Murong Fu to give up his strongest advantage and launch a fierce attack on Chen Lei.

"Huashan swordsmanship?"

As soon as the experts make a move, they will know if there is any.

Although Murong Fu shot with anger, this set of swordsmanship is really extraordinary, it is actually a swordsmanship passed down by Huashan.

The profound meaning of Huashan swordsmanship is all in the word "dangerous" and "dangerous".

And Murong Fu not only interprets the strange and dangerous, but also has a beautiful atmosphere.

The essence of the three types of swordsmanship mirrors each other, and in the beautiful moves, there is an artistic conception of winning in danger everywhere.

Ding!

Chen Lei smiled slightly and broke it with the simplest basic swordsmanship.

"Humph!"

Murong Fu's breath changed again.

"what?"

"This time it has become the thirteen styles of ever-changing clouds and mists?"

The eyes of Zhang Sanfeng, Huang Yaoshi, Yin Tianzheng and the others were so vicious, they could see the signs as soon as Murong Fu's swordsmanship changed.

The dangerous and strange swordsmanship is ever-changing and dazzling.

Straight to the extreme interpretation of the ever-changing thousands of illusions.

Even if the elders such as Liu Zhengfeng from the Hengshan faction came in person, they might not be as wonderful as Murong Fu.

"break!"

However, in Chen Lei's eyes, all this is like a trick.

He still responded with the simplest and most simple basic swordsmanship, which simply destroyed Murong Fu's pride.

"The Dao is the simplest, the swordsmanship is the purest!".

Chapter 15

"I didn't expect Chen Xiaoyou to realize such a wonderful realm of swordsmanship!"

Zhang Sanfeng sighed.

Huang Yaoshi, Yin Tianzheng and others were also amazed.

And Murong Fu's ever-changing swordsmanship became Chen Lei's background. How could the proud and conceited Murong Fu accept it?

"I won't play with you!"

Chen Lei's eyes changed, and he stabbed with a seemingly ordinary sword.

Murong Fu came up with more than ten countermeasures in an instant.

But when he made the most ruthless and ruthless choice, Chen Lei's swordsmanship suddenly changed, and the strange danger was filled with an intriguing depth.

It was as if Murong Fu's strain was in his arms.

In a panic, Murong Fu displayed his unique skills in housekeeping:

Move the stars!

Chen Lei's sword seemed to be stuck by some object and was quickly pulled in another direction.

And his body involuntarily tilted towards Murong Fu.

Seeing that Chen Lei was about to drink his hatred under Murong Fu's sword.

Not wanting Chen Lei's sword stance to change suddenly, the sword body swept across an indescribable trajectory, actually severing the involvement of Dou Zhuan Xing Mo, and at the same time breaking Murong Fu's ultimate move.

"It turns out that this is the battle of the stars."

Chen Lei started to get serious.

Yes.

Murong Fu has not yet opened the bridge of heaven and earth, and has been promoted to the peerless realm.

However, by virtue of the unique skills of each family and the characteristics of Douzhuanxingxing, he abruptly achieved an effect that ordinary peers could not achieve.

"not good!"

Pulled by the air, Murong Fu felt a chill in his heart when he felt Chen Lei's abnormality.

But just as he was about to change his tactics, Chen Lei's sword had arrived.

There is no need to borrow any footwork, and it does not require too many complicated skills. Some of this sword is just Chen Lei's belief in martial arts, and some is just the moment of brilliance after the meteor is drawn.

fast!

But it's not that fast!

This sword seems to have stolen a moment in the world, as if it stole a blink of an eye in the world.

This is the Heaven Stealing Sword!

The swordsmanship that can be guessed very well!

Ding!

Murong Fu retreated like an electric shock.

Just now, he used the Gusu Murong Sect's heirloom sect's peculiar art to join the finger, barely avoiding the sharpest point, and survived.

Even so, he still paid a heavy price.

At this moment, a bloodstain slowly appeared in Murong Fu's heart.

The blood spreads quickly.

Although not fatal, it is extremely dangerous.

And Murong Fu himself was like a listless spirit after a sleepless night.

"Thank you for your advice!"

Murong Fu said stubbornly, "I, Murong Fu, will take back the shame of today!"