At this time, the crowds of birds and beasts had already dispersed in the busy city. There was only a big man who was screaming in agony and had his limbs chopped off, and a Taoist priest wearing a Taoist robe with a sinister look on his face.
Sensing someone approaching, the man squinted and looked at the approaching young man.
"Another one is here to die. Old man Zhang, you have someone to keep you company on the road to hell today!"
The Taoist sneered again and again, and the sword in his hand was stained red with blood, which condensed into droplets of blood and slipped from the tip of the sword.
"Are you Taoist Zhangxu?"
Murong Fu glanced at the miserable state of the wailing man on the ground and frowned slightly. This man really deserved to be tortured in such a way.
"Boy, your accent doesn't sound like you're from the north, but you actually know a lot about it?"
Taoist Zhangxu was a little surprised.
"Notorious, I've heard some of it!"
Murong Fu said calmly.
Taoist Zhang Xu narrowed his eyes slightly, with murderous intent in his eyes.
"Shuzi is arrogant, but whatever, after I kill you, I will go to Jiangnan again and see how many other brats like you are still alive and kicking!"
Taoist Zhang Xu shook his arm, and the blood stains on the long sword were immediately shaken by a burst of true energy. The sword trembled slightly, accompanied by a soft groan.
Murong Fu was certain in his mind. He didn't expect that this old Taoist was also a master of internal affairs. No wonder he dared to kill people blatantly in the downtown area. It turned out that he relied on someone.
Zheng!
Murong Fu put his hand on the hilt of the sword at his waist. As the Yitian Sword was unsheathed, the sword roared loudly, and a cold light appeared on the sword's edge. Even though they were several feet away, Taoist Zhang Xu could feel this. The sharpness of the sword.
"What a sword! Boy, if you entrust this sword to me with both hands, I might be able to give you a pleasure!"
Taoist Zhang Xu made no secret of the greed in his heart and stared at the Yitian Sword in Murong Fu's hand.
"If you can, just come and get it yourself!"
Murong Fu smiled faintly, with a hint of contempt in his eyes.
Taoist Zhangxu saw that he was so disrespectful and stopped talking nonsense with him. He held a sword flower in his hand and swung forward.
Murong Fu held up his sword to block, but he saw Taoist Zhang Xu's body turned sharply downward, and the sword blade was drawn out from under his side. He did not dare to touch the edge of Yitian Sword.
Murong Fu's heart trembled. He didn't expect the opponent to change his moves so quickly. He used all his strength to attack, and he hurriedly took small steps to avoid it.
However, the robe around his waist was accidentally injured by the opponent's sword energy, and a half-foot-long gash was opened.
"I'm really confused... The Dugu Nine Swords are always advancing but not retreating. This Taoist Zhangxu bullies the small by being big. He knows how to go all out, but he insists on showing off and almost capsizes in the gutter."
Murong Fu was secretly annoyed and quickly used his body skills to distance himself from the opponent.
"Young man is good at Qinggong. Which family and sect do you come from?"
Taoist Zhang Xu originally thought that the other party was just a junior who did not know how to live or die. He just learned a few tricks and went out to do chivalry and justice. However, the opponent's Qinggong footwork just now was extremely good, which made him wary.
After all, although his martial arts is strong, there are still people in this world that he cannot afford to offend.
Murong Fu put away his contempt and said in a cold tone: "Gusu Murong Fu!"
"It turns out to be the Murong family who 'repays others with their own way'."
"Hmph, I heard that old guy Murong Bo has died a long time ago. Could it be that you are his son?"
Taoist Zhangxu had obviously heard of the Murong family, and he immediately said it.
"Yes, do you have any last words to say now?"
"You are so arrogant! If it were you, Murong Bo, here, I would turn around and leave without saying a word, but you also want to kill me? What a fool's dream!"
Although Taoist Zhang Xu was afraid of the Murong family's unique skill of "replying others with their own way", Murong Bo was already dead, so how capable could the young man in front of him be?
If the other party can bluff him by just announcing his name, then he doesn't need to hang out in the world.
"Whether it's a dream or not, you'll know if you try it!"
Murong Fu took the initiative this time, swept his long sword horizontally, and in conjunction with his body movements, he was in front of Taoist Zhang Xu in an instant.
The latter was suddenly startled and did not dare to raise his sword to fight. He could only avoid it with his body skills, then stabbed the sword diagonally and pointed it at the opponent's heart.
Murong Fu's mind was calm, and he swung his sword horizontally without thinking, forcing the opponent to retract his sword and defend. However, the next moment, Murong Fu's Yitian Sword stabbed straight towards his throat. Although the sword was not fast, the sword skill was strong. The changes between the moves are extremely wonderful, and they are exactly the "Breaking Sword Style" of Dugu's Nine Swords.
Taoist Zhangxu hurriedly moved to the right and managed to avoid the vital point. However, with the sharp edge of Yitian Sword, it was instantly injured. On Taoist Zhangxu's neck, a very thin blood mark was clearly visible.
Accompanied by a twinge of pain, he stretched out his hand and touched it, only to find that his palm was filled with blood.
Taoist Zhang Xu was instantly furious. He turned around and slashed with his sword towards Murong Fu's wrist, intending to cut off his sword-holding hand as well.
Without this sword that can cut through iron like clay, no matter how good the opponent's swordsmanship is, he will not be his opponent.
However, the moment Taoist Zhang Xu made his move, all the complicated and magical methods of dismantling the sword moves in the "Broken Sword Style" appeared in Murong Fu's mind.
Although the opponent's move was very cunning and vicious, Murong Fu discovered all the flaws in it. The tip of the sword suddenly stabbed downwards. Before Taoist Zhang Xu's blade could reach his wrist, the Yitian Sword pierced his arm.
Phew!
As Murong Fu raised his sword and slashed it, Taoist Zhangxu's entire right arm flew out, and a string of blood spurted out from the fracture.
Then he kicked out, hitting Taoist Zhangxu in the chest. There was a continuous sound, and six or seven of his ribs were broken by the kick. His whole body flew backwards, and a blood arrow spurted out in the air.
"My hand...my hand...little bastard, how dare you cut off my arm, ah!!"
After Taoist Zhang Xu sprayed a few mouthfuls of blood, he found that his right hand was empty. It was only then that the pain caused by the broken arm spread throughout his body.
He couldn't believe that someone had actually chopped off his right hand, just like he chopped off other people's hands and feet without caring. For a moment, emotions such as fear, regret, unwillingness, and humiliation surged into his heart. He screamed miserably, unwilling to accept the reality. stand up.
Not to mention the broken hand, Murong Fu's kick just now had already killed Taoist Zhangxu half his life. Seeing him crawling like crazy in the direction where his broken arm flew out, Murong Fu's eyes There was no mercy at all.
As the saying goes, don't do to others what you don't want others to do to you. In this chapter, when Taoists kill people, they often cut off the other person's limbs and let them scream for a long time before they die. Now, as karma is retribution, it is his turn to cut off his hands and feet, and there are others What is there to sympathize with?
However, Taoist Chapter Xu’s internal strength is quite good, but it cannot be wasted!
Murong Fu grabbed Taoist Zhang Xu by the back of his neck. As the Beiming Divine Art began to operate in his body, the true energy from his Dantian continued to pour into his body. In just a moment, Taoist Zhang Xu felt as if he had aged three years. At the age of ten, he looked like he was dying, as if he would die at any time.
