"Too much bullying!" Yu Zhenzi shouted sharply, and in the flash of lightning, he forcibly interrupted his movement, took out a dark iron sword from behind with his backhand, and raised the sword to block.
As soon as he finished this action, the sword energy was already approaching, and he struck the iron sword with a bang. The sword body glowed with a faint light, and a strange suction force was born out of thin air, pulling the sword energy in bit by bit.
Eventually it was completely swallowed.
Murong Fu's expression changed slightly. He mostly used his attacks to test and didn't use much force. However, having his sword energy swallowed up made him feel quite palpable.
This is an instinctive reaction. After any kind of qi energy leaves the body, it will still be connected with the owner's mind for a certain period of time. If the qi energy is broken and the mind is hit, even if Murong Fu's power is doubled, it will not be completely lost.
Affected.
"Murong Fu, don't push people too hard. I'm not a poor person who can be manipulated by others!" Yu Zhenzi held an iron sword in front of him to protect him and shouted at Murong Fu with a stern voice.
Although he easily blocked Murong Fu's blow, he was not at all proud, but even more frightened, because he knew that in his current state, even with the blessing of the iron sword, he was no match for Murong Fu. Now that the iron sword was exposed, Lian Tan
All opportunities for conditions have been lost. The only thing that can be done is to delay and wait for rescue. After all, this is Wu Sangui's camp...
Murong Fu looked at the iron sword with interest and smiled contemptuously, "So what if I force you? Come on, let me see how capable you are."
After speaking, he made a sword formula with his left hand, and opened the palm of his right hand. A small milky white sword slowly condensed out. The sharp sword intention was hesitant, and the small void around him gradually became blurry.
Yu Zhenzi looked horrified and gritted his teeth, "Murong Fu, today I admit my defeat. I will give you the iron sword to free me."
He who always has his eyes higher than his head can say such words, which shows that he is really timid.
In fact, this is also the reason why Yuzhenzi is still alive today despite all the bad things he did. He always surrendered when he was strong. He usually did not provoke those famous sects easily. Occasionally he would stay away from them when he got wind of them. Later, when he offended too many people, he simply took refuge.
Wu Sangui took refuge in Prince Pingxi's palace, and ordinary people in the world could not do anything to him.
"It's too late." Murong Fu remained unmoved and said indifferently. The small sword in his palm suddenly jumped up, and the majestic sword intent poured down. For a moment, a strong wind blew and the air exploded, like a mountain of swords and a sea of swords.
Sharp and bone-piercing.
"You..." Yu Zhenzi was frightened and angry, and immediately activated his Dantian Qi and poured the iron sword crazily. However, for him who had not yet recovered from the injury to his meridians, the speed was indeed a bit slow.
Murong Fu was not in a hurry, he chuckled, reached out and grabbed the sword in the air, the sword in the sky was stagnant, and the flying speed of the small sword immediately slowed down greatly.
Seeing this situation, Yu Zhenzi felt greatly insulted and was extremely angry. A fierce look flashed in his eyes. He groaned, opened his mouth and vomited a large mouthful of blood, all of which was sprayed on the iron sword.
A horrifying scene appeared. The iron sword seemed to come to life and began to suck blood. The dark light on the sword also became more bloody.
Murong Fu frowned slightly, "Is the sword spirit?"
In just a few breaths, the last trace of Yuzhenzi's true energy was exhausted. His whole figure was like a deflated rubber ball, and his figure shrank suddenly. His face that was still a little swollen also shrank, and he was so pale that there was no trace of blood.
However, the iron sword in his hand was full of food and drink, and it was shining brightly, as if it wanted to choose people to devour.
Murong Fu's face suddenly became more solemn, and the sword technique in his hand changed. The Chixiao sword was automatically unsheathed with a clang, and floated in front of him, trembling slightly.
At this time, Yu Zhenzi raised his arms and drew a sword with great effort. At the same time, all the light on the iron sword peeled off and turned into a thin black and red line that swept towards Murong Fu. Wherever the sword passed,
All the Qi was eliminated, and even if it hit the small sword with the zhenqi condensed by Murong Fu's nearly three successes, it only paused for a moment before piercing through it.
"Innate Sword Qi?" Murong Fu said in surprise. Although it was a bit ferocious and evil, the unique aura was indeed the Innate Sword Qi.
Except for Ah Qing, this was the second time he saw someone else display real innate sword energy, and it was also performed by a person whose skill had not yet reached metamorphosis, and was not even considered to be the best. You can imagine his surprise.
Unexpectedly, he glanced at the dull iron sword. Murong Fu grabbed the Chixiao Sword and slashed out with the sword. Immediately, a thin milky white line stretched sharply, and he also used his innate sword energy.
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The same innate sword energy, but very different in breath and form. The sword energy wielded by Murong Fu is extremely positive and pure, while the sword energy wielded by Yu Zhenzi is extremely evil and evil. The two are in sharp contrast.
It's a long story, but in fact, it was just a split second when the sword energy of the two people met. There was no earth-shattering collision, but they just passed by silently, and then dissipated and disappeared.
At the same time, Murong Fu's body shook slightly, and he had a strange feeling that his soul was being stripped away, but soon his face flashed and he returned to normal.
However, Yu Zhenzi's eyes turned white, his face quickly turned gray, a wisp of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, his hands hung down weakly, and he was actually dead.
Murong Fu stepped forward to explore his heart and shook his head with regret, "It's a pity that he is so fragile..."
In fact, he didn't originally plan to kill Tamaki so quickly. He would at least force him to reveal the secret of the Iron Sword before he did it. He made two attacks, one to force him to find out the whereabouts of the Iron Sword, and one to test the power of the Iron Sword.
Yu Zhenzi was so "weak and weak" that he died like this.
He had forgotten that Yu Zhenzi was injured by the holy fire last night. He had just forcibly interrupted his movement, causing more injuries. Then he poured all his strength into the iron sword and made a fatal blow. It can be said that the oil has been exhausted.
Withered, and finally being counterattacked by the innate sword energy, how can there be any reason for immortality?
However, this person was considered to be one of the rare people whose crimes were so heinous that it was difficult to describe them. Murong Fu did not feel any guilt at all. He bent down to pick up the iron sword on the ground, put it in the palm of his hand and examined it carefully.
The sword body is dark and simple in shape, but it is stained with rust. A few patterns are vaguely visible, but they are all incomplete. Throwing such a sword in a corner will turn out to be nothing more than an inconspicuous piece of scrap metal.
Murong Fu had seen the power of this sword with his own eyes, and naturally he would not regard it as scrap metal. He immediately tried to use it with a little internal energy, but unexpectedly a devouring force suddenly came, actively sucking him in like a long whale absorbing water.
His internal strength, even his energy and energy, were sucked away, and his limbs showed signs of weakness. This feeling was exactly the same as when the power was absorbed by the Beiming Divine Art.
Murong Fu was startled and hurriedly cut off the transmission of internal energy, and the iron sword immediately fell silent.
He took a closer look at it a few more times. It was not the time to study it, so he had to find a wooden box to put it away, and then left the tent.
"Sir, you have figured it out." Xia Guoxiang complained a little bitterly.
Murong Fu did waste a lot of time. He turned around and glanced around. He saw that the army was already setting up camp. He nodded slightly and said, "Let's go."
Xia Guoxiang hesitated and asked, "Then...that Yu Zhenzi..."
"died."
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After a while, the two came to the tent where the prisoners of the Golden Snake Camp were kept. With the human token of Xia Guoxiang, the guarding soldiers were puzzled but did not ask any more questions and immediately loosened the prisoners. However, the power of the medicine on them did not seem to have completely faded away.
Everyone was listless and drowsy.
Murong Fu frowned slightly, this medicine seemed a bit unusual.
"Mr. Murong, you... why are you here?" Cui Qiu Shan, who was considered to be the most powerful person among the people, had already regained some energy and asked in shock when he saw Murong Fu.
Murong Fu didn't answer, he pondered for a moment and suddenly took action, unsheathed the Red Sky Sword and slashed out, and instantly a snow-white sword energy swept past him.
Everyone was shocked when they saw this. They wanted to dodge but their limbs were weak. They could only watch the sword energy passing through their bodies. But to their surprise, the pain they imagined did not come, and they became more energetic.
The innate sword energy only kills the "soul" and does not harm the physical body. It is extremely mysterious. If used properly, it can also have the magical effect of expelling toxins and detoxifying. Of course, it is limited to some mental drugs or poisons.
"Can we leave?" Murong Fu returned the sword to its sheath and asked indifferently.
Everyone nodded quickly.
After getting out of the tent, everyone was slightly awakened by the cold wind, and couldn't help but whisper, "What is this place? Why are we here?"
"It seems to be Wu Sangui's camp. I remember last night when we went to burn the camp, we suddenly smelled a strange fragrance of flowers, and then I didn't know anything else."
"It goes without saying that we must have fallen into other people's traps. Hey, after traveling around the world for so many years, this time we are completely embarrassed."
"Strange, why can Mr. Murong walk freely in Old Turtle Camp and no one stops him?"
"If you ask me, who should I ask..."
Cui Qiushan was silent. He knew that Murong Fu had great supernatural powers. He thought that in Temujin's imperial city, he could go wherever he wanted. A mere Wu camp was nothing.
At this time, someone suddenly ran up to Murong Fu, blocked his way, and asked confidently, "Mr. Murong, since you entered Wu Camp as if you were in a deserted place, why don't you just go and kill that big traitor Wu Sangui?"
As soon as these words came out, a strange look flashed across everyone's faces. Murong Fu's entry and exit into Wu Sangui's camp was just like his own back garden. The key point was that he was accompanied by a man who treated him respectfully. It was hard not to make people suspicious.
However, Cui Qiushan's expression changed drastically. He had experienced this situation before. At that time, Murong Fu didn't give him any face, but now...
Sure enough, Murong Fu smiled slightly and asked the man, "Who is your Excellency?"
"Excellent..." Before the man could speak, Murong Fu suddenly turned to Xiang Guoxiang and said, "I don't know this man. I'd like to trouble Mr. Xia to send him back."
"Uh..." Xia Guoxiang didn't quite understand for a moment and froze on the spot. Others changed their expressions. Several familiar people such as Cui Qiushan and Feng Jizhong quickly spoke to persuade him, "Mr. Murong, please calm down. Brother Li."
Reckless, no other meaning..."
"Okay, don't talk nonsense," Murong Fu interrupted before he finished speaking, "If you don't want to leave, I can ask this Xia Dutong to send you all back. Anyway, I don't care."
Then he glared at Xia Guoxiang. Xia Guoxiang understood and immediately waved to summon two soldiers and dragged back the person who had just questioned him.
Everyone looked at each other, opened their mouths, and finally gave up with a forced smile. They could see that Murong Fu really didn't care about their life or death at all.