Murong Fu's breath was stagnant, and he said with a half-smile on his face: "Why, Master Chi Clan has been famous for a long time, does he still want to take advantage of this weapon against a junior?"

Every famous martial artist is very famous in the places where they hang out. As for whether this fame has risen to a higher and wider area and is familiar to other areas, this is not important to Murong Fu who wants to praise his opponent.

Just make the other person feel that you are really famous.

The veins on Chi Zunxin's forehead jumped. The kid in front of him was right. He had to deal with Qi Changzheng with his bare hands and defeated his opponent in three moves...

"My sect leader is in control of the world and has always been this way with his enemies. If you are afraid, kid, you can just admit defeat." Yuan Zhirou shouted in a sharp female voice from behind, as if she was afraid that the robber would suffer a loss and be fooled.

The red scarf thieves made a fuss.

Murong Fu smiled faintly and was not angry. He had the air of a handsome young master, which was completely different from other warriors. Standing in the noisy venue, he looked like a man who had come out of the world to banish an immortal.

The red scarf thief who had been laughing loudly just a moment ago looked at Murong Fu who was in full swing with his spiritual skills. He suddenly felt that he could not curse, and even a weak feeling of "self-ashamed" gradually arose.

"But my Murong family also pays attention to adapting to the enemy. We are well-versed in hundreds of schools, and no one is proficient in various weapons. No matter what kind of weapons Lord Chimen chooses, I also have relatively restrained soldiers. This will inevitably lead to endless selection of soldiers for you and me.

The process doesn’t matter, today I will use this sword and a pair of fists and kicks to learn Master Chimen’s clever moves.”

Murong Fu flicked his hand in the air, and a black six-foot sword appeared in his palm.

Demon-Eating Sword!

This magic sword is longer than ordinary swords. The sword body is thick and the blade is sharp. It is most suitable for attacking and chasing. If you expose your back in front of this sword and want to escape, you will often be struck by its unexpected length.

, an absolute dead end.

Because the spine of the sword is thicker, apart from the disadvantage of being heavier to use, it is also more suitable for chopping, not just simple straight thrusts.

The original purpose of weapons is to kill the enemy. As for how to kill, it doesn't actually matter. There are definitely a few people who use the tip of the knife as a sword to unexpectedly stab someone to death. Anyone who thinks that a certain weapon can only use certain fixed moves is rigid.

Thinking is a taboo for warriors.

There was a hint of concession in the other party's words. Chi Zunxin was very depressed. He turned around and shouted: "Bring me a round shield and an iron spear that is eight feet long!"

One of his men strode out, carrying a large iron shield with both hands that was as high as a human being. The shield was covered with spikes. At first glance, it looked like a hunchbacked hedgehog. The shape was scary.

It was quite difficult for the big man to hold the iron shield, but Chi Zunxin took it away. He held the handle behind the shield tightly with his left hand, completely covering his chest to his knees.

Two other big men rushed out and brought a large iron spear nearly two feet long.

Chi Zunxin has a spear and a shield, and with his seven-foot-tall body, black robes hanging down to the floor, and a beard all over his face, he looks majestic.

"In more than thirty years, Chi has never had a Shihe general under his command, boy, be careful!"

The words fell to the ground, making a thumping sound on the ground? It was like a heavy tank crushing away.

The red scarf thieves cheered loudly and whistled repeatedly, cheering for their master.

Of course, most of these whistles are made by players, who are used to joining in the fun and making noise.

It was a different scene for the Nu Jiao Gang, and everyone was sweating for the young man who looked like a young man. Although the black sword in the opponent's hand looked quite good, in terms of the comparison of body and aura, it fell directly behind.

In front of Chi Zunxin, who is just over two meters tall and looks like a mountain? He is really too small.

boom--

Chi Zunxin whipped out a spear with Feng Sheng, but Murong Fu easily dodged it and stabbed it to the ground. The ground, which was mainly made of marble, caused gravel to fly for a while. This blow was so terrifyingly powerful!

when--

Murong Fu dodged to the left side of Chi Zunxin, half-rotated his body, and after exerting full force, he struck a heavy horizontal sword, which was blocked by the thorn shield, but the two spikes on it were also chopped off by this sword.

"It's rude to come and not reciprocate!"

Murong Fu laughed loudly, unfolded his body skills, and started fighting with Chi Zunxin.

Dangdang——

Boom boom——

Chi Zunxin's figure was powerful and domineering, and his spear danced out, forming a shadow of the spear in the circle in front of him. Wherever he passed, gravel on the ground flew everywhere, as if plowing the ground, and the destructive power was astonishing.

Seeing everyone in the Nujiao Gang being completely silent, I couldn't help but wonder how many times I could withstand such an attack.

No wonder Chi Zunxin said that he had not faced an opponent in thirty years. It seemed that he was not bragging.

The red scarf thieves were so crazy that they cheered and cheered loudly, which was deafening.

Faced with Chi Zunxin's violent attack, and with a large shield protecting his vital points, this almost unsolvable situation must have given others a huge headache, but Murong Fu was obviously not included among them.

His movement skills are faster than the stick spear wielded by Chi Zunxin!

Every time you take a step, you will appear in the blind spot of the spear, out of reach. Then you will use your backhand sword to strike at the thorn shield. Before you know it, the spikes on the shield have been almost chopped off. The thorn round

The shield gradually looked like someone had cut off the top of its head, becoming more and more ridiculous.

Chi Zunxin's seemingly invincible style of play actually thorns the buckler when he succeeds, and thorns the buckler when he fails!

Since the buckler is quite large, it will inevitably affect the angle at which the right-hand spear can attack the left. At least before the left hand pulls away the buckler, his right-hand spear cannot hit the sharp spikes on the edge of the buckler and move far to the left.

He used his horn to attack forcefully. But he pulled out his buckler, but he couldn't let go of the attack with confidence...

Murong Fu had such sharp eyesight, he could see through the opponent's flaws at a glance!

Of course, this flaw, if it were another person, without his physical skills, he would have been shattered into pieces by the long-distance attack of the spear.

His fighting method, which seemed to be at a disadvantage, but was able to break out of the spear shadow and counterattack every time, made everyone in the Nujiao Gang gradually feel relieved.

Qi Changzheng, the number one master among the younger generation, seems to have figured out some tricks. Although this style of play is not advantageous in the situation, it is more energy-saving. Chi Zunxin's crazy attacks consume a lot of energy and are bound to be impossible to last.

He first shook his sword and shouted: "We must win!"

The rest of the Nujiao Gang, such as Meng Fangsu, followed him and shouted, cheering for Murong Fu who was considered to be on his side.

If Murong Fu is defeated, he will have no choice but to go up in the waves. If Lang Fanyun is defeated again, the Nu Jiao Gang will be wiped out...

After seeing Chi Zunxin's ferocious attack, the gang members, who had not seen Lang Fanyun take action for three years, couldn't help but feel a little shaken no matter how confident they were in him.

Lang Fanyun looked at the situation on the field and nodded slightly. He had naturally seen that Chi Zunxin was in a cocoon to fight for his own life, but because of his identity, he naturally couldn't cheer for someone loudly like a young man.

Chi Zunxin also knew that his strategy was passive. If this continued, his internal strength would be fine, but his physical strength would be lost first. He had so much experience in dealing with the enemy that he made a decision immediately.

The spear in his hand was filled with Qi, and he threw it towards Murong Fu.

The red energy on the spear was like burning flames. Murong Fu could naturally dodge this throw, but several of the angry dragon gang behind him would definitely be stabbed to death by this spear!

Chi Zunxin had already taken a good guess at the positions of Lang Fanyun, Ling Zhantian and others, but this angle avoided them, making it impossible for them to rescue them in time.

Murong Fu hesitated for a moment, and the black light on the magic sword was strong, and he knocked upwards with the spear. With a loud sound, the spear flew high from the top of his head. However, after receiving this heavy blow, his feet could not control the movement backwards.

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Chapter completed!