Chapter six hundred and sixty first swords cut each other
"You guys..." But at this moment, an extremely discordant voice sounded from the doorway, even mixed with a bit of biting chill.
The two of them were shocked and turned around to see Zhou Zhiruo standing at the door. They had forgotten to close the door.
The three of them looked at each other, and they could even feel each other's bodies stiffen.
Murong Fu felt guilty, and he let go of his hands and was about to retreat, but Zhao Min suddenly stretched out his hands, wrapped them around his neck, moved his mouth up, and kissed Murong Fu.
"This..." Murong Fu's eyes widened. He never expected that Zhao Min would suddenly do this. At this moment, his mind went blank, except for one thought that kept flashing across his mind, "Being caught red-handed, this..."
It’s over now…”
This was the first time that Zhao Min took the initiative to kiss a man in front of a third person. For a woman in this world, it was shocking. You can imagine how shy she felt, but the thought of being able to dominate her in front of her love rival
This man, a thrilling and refreshing feeling arises spontaneously, and he even sticks out his lilac uvula...
"You're looking for death!" Zhou Zhiruo shouted coldly, and the Heavenly Sword buzzed and trembled. With a "zheng" sound, it was automatically unsheathed. It spun around in the air, and actually slashed out of thin air with a half-moon-shaped white sword.
The sword energy slashed towards Zhao Min at extremely fast speed.
During the whole process, Zhou Zhiruo didn't move at all. Murong Fu was shocked. He didn't expect Zhou Zhiruo to be so talented. In just over a month, he had mastered the sword-swinging technique to such an advanced level.
In the midst of the lightning and flint, Murong Fu wrapped one arm around Zhao Min's waist, tapped his toes on the ground, and slid back, narrowly avoiding the sword energy.
Zhou Zhiruo frowned slightly, then let go, swaying her body, grabbing the Yitian Sword in the air with her backhand, bringing out a series of afterimages, and went straight to Zhao Min.
"Zhiruo!" Murong Fu shouted lowly, but seeing that Zhou Zhiruo showed no intention of stopping, he hurriedly moved away.
Zhou Zhiruo missed the first blow and struck out with another sword. The Yitian Sword turned smoothly in her hand. In the blink of an eye, the sword shadow appeared all over the sky, covering Murong Fu and the two of them. However, the target of those sword shadows was still dead.
Locked in Zhao Min.
Murong Fu had no choice but to make a sword formula with his left hand. He raised the fingers of his right hand together and counted points toward the void. After checking the time, several sword energy shot out. He only heard a rapid sound of "chichichichi" and seven or eight sword energy.
The sword shadow was shattered, and then the sword shadow in the sky disappeared.
"Zhiruo, please be patient..." Before Murong Fu finished speaking, Zhou Zhiruo flicked his wrist, and the Yitian Sword flew straight out, turning into a white rainbow and pointing directly at Zhao Min. The momentum was so strong that he had used all his strength.
Murong Fu frowned slightly. This series of killing moves were all intended to kill Zhao Min. It seemed that Zhou Zhiruo was really angry, so he could only restrain her first.
In his thoughts, he shook his hands, and a pair of silver-white gloves appeared on his hands. The Yitian Sword was extremely sharp, and he did not dare to pick it up with bare hands.
Seeing that Yitian Sword had reached a few feet in front of Zhao Min, the sharp sword energy cut a small opening in the clothes on Zhao Min's chest, revealing a touch of snow-white.
But at this moment, Murong Fu had no time to appreciate the spring scenery. He changed his appearance with one move, and switched his body shape with Zhao Min. Then his hands came out like lightning, and he put them together in front of his chest. With a "chi" sound, he just caught the Yitian Sword.
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But at the next moment, Murong Fu's expression changed slightly. This Heavenly Sword had the power to break the Gang, and the swinging sword technique was as powerful as a rainbow. How could he combine the two into one in a hurry? Even Assassin couldn't handle it in a hurry.
Don't dare to take this move forcefully.
But seeing Yitian Sword just paused, it continued to stab Murong Fu in the chest.
Zhou Zhiruo's expression changed drastically, and she hurriedly changed the sword tactics in her hand, trying to recall the Yitian Sword. With a soft "pop" sound, the Yitian Sword suddenly penetrated Murong Fu's chest.
"Murong Fu!"
"Brother Fu!"
At this moment, the two women shouted at the same time, their faces turning extremely pale.
There was a "Zhisu" sound, and the sword technique seemed to take effect, but the Yitian Sword returned to Zhou Zhiruo's hand at this moment.
"Pfft", Murong Fu grunted, spit out a large mouthful of blood, and slowly fell limp.
"I didn't mean it, I really didn't mean it..." Zhou Zhiruo looked dull and kept mumbling.
"Murong Fu, how are you? Don't scare me!" Zhao Min was the closest and immediately hugged Murong Fu and asked with a cry in his mouth.
"Brother Fu..." Zhou Zhiruo came to her senses and hurried forward, taking out the golden sore medicine and applying it to Murong Fu.
"Get out of here!" Unexpectedly, Zhao Min slapped Zhou Zhiruo's golden sore medicine away, and then applied it on the large acupuncture point on Murong Fu's chest. However, no matter how she applied it, the blood flowed from the wound and could not be stopped at all.
"The wound stabbed by the Yitian Sword will bleed endlessly, and acupuncture points will be useless." Zhou Zhiruo was worried about Murong Fu and could not care about arguing with Zhao Min, so she reminded him.
Looking at Murong Fu, whose face was getting grayer and grayer, Zhao Min was filled with hatred, and his eyes almost burst into flames, "It's too much to bully someone!"
As he spoke, he grabbed the dragon-slaying knife on the ground and struck it towards Zhou Zhiruo.
"Dragon-slaying knife!" Zhou Zhiruo couldn't help being surprised when he saw the appearance of the knife. He didn't care to think about why the dragon-slaying knife was in Zhao Min's hand. He swayed and slid to one side.
Zhao Min took advantage of the situation to pursue her. She was a master of martial arts and had learned a lot. She casually picked up a set of Five Tiger Door-Severing Knives. Although the Dragon Slaying Knife was not as powerful as Xie Xun's in her hand, it was still able to open and close with strong winds.
, wherever it passed, tables, chairs and benches turned into dust.
Zhou Zhiruo had no choice but to dodge again and again, never daring to meet him with the Yitian Sword. Although Master Jue Shitai said that the sword must be cut off by the force of yin and yang, but this was nearly a thousand years ago.
The rumors are left behind. Who knows if they are wrong or not. If the Yitian Sword is cut off at this moment, a big helping hand will definitely be missing.
The two of them were moving around, a few rabbits were flying, and the house was in a mess.
What the two of them didn't know was that Murong Fu, who was lying motionless on the ground, was squinting his eyes and watching the fight between the two, feeling dumbfounded.
In fact, although he couldn't catch the sword strike just now, it was not difficult to dodge it with his Qinggong. But seeing the change in Zhou Zhiruo's face, he had an idea and pretended to be stabbed with a sword, hoping to use this to get rid of it.
Only by neutralizing Zhou Zhiruo's murderous intention will the scene where Zhou Zhiruo's sword technique fails will appear.
Unexpectedly, Zhou Zhiruo's murderous intention was gone, but it aroused Zhao Min's murderous intention. He actually picked up the dragon-slaying knife and fought with Zhou Zhiruo. If Zhou Zhiruo had not been scrupulous, how could Zhao Min chase her and chop her.
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"Alas, it seems that all my blood was shed in vain..." Murong Fu lowered his head and glanced at the wound on his chest, and sighed slightly.
If the two women had taken off Murong Fu's clothes at this moment, they would have seen that the wound on his chest was only an inch long, and it was still healing slowly. The properties of the Heavenly Sword actually had little effect on him, and neither did the blood.
He forced it out with internal force.
"No matter how aggressive you are, don't blame me for being ruthless!" Zhou Zhiruo looked at a flaw, distanced herself from Zhao Min, and said coldly.
"Weren't you very powerful just now? Why are you hiding? Aren't you going to kill me? Come on!" Zhao Min punched the dragon-slaying knife on the ground and gasped.
Her forehead was already covered with dense beads of sweat. After all, her skill was too weak, and the dragon-slaying knife was not suitable for women to use. After only dozens of moves, her physical strength could no longer keep up.
Zhou Zhiruo frowned slightly and glanced at Murong Fu on the other side. She couldn't help but feel anxious. If this continued, brother Fu would have to run out of blood and die.
When she thought that Murong Fu would die, Zhou Zhiruo's face darkened, she flipped her wrist and pointed the Heavenly Sword at Zhao Min, a faint sword intent lingering around her.
Zhao Min couldn't help being surprised. He was so angry that he desperately wanted to fight Zhou Zhiruo. Now he calmed down and naturally realized that this was extremely unwise. Not to mention whether he could beat Zhou Zhiruo, just let Murong go.
It would be inappropriate to ignore the severity of the injury.
But she was unwilling to retreat just like that. As the princess of Ruyang Palace, she had been bullied repeatedly by this Jianghu woman, and even her life was threatened. How could she endure it if she was so arrogant and arrogant? She had to worry about the people in front of her.
When the time comes, just chop it off with a knife.
As his thoughts turned, Zhao Min mobilized all his strength and poured it all into the dragon-slaying knife, and the blade faintly lit up with a black-red light.
Zhou Zhiruo frowned, that aura made her feel extremely dangerous.
Zhao Min's expression suddenly turned cold, "Go to hell!"
As he said that, he raised the dragon-slaying knife and slashed it with one blow. "Zizzizi", the void seemed to be cut open, and there was an extremely harsh and somewhat strange sound.
Zhou Zhiruo's body trembled slightly. At that moment, her body seemed to be drained and she couldn't exert any strength.
This feeling comes and goes quickly, but after this delay, it is no longer possible to dodge.
"No!" Murong Fu was so shocked that he could no longer pretend to be dead. He jumped up and ducked between the two women.
When Zhao Min caught a glimpse of Murong Fu who suddenly appeared, her expression changed drastically and she wanted to sheath the knife. But with such a powerful knife, she couldn't just put it away at her word. She could only watch helplessly as the blade struck at the center of Murong Fu's eyebrows.
Murong Fu naturally would not sit still and wait for death, but just as he was about to make a move, a piece of pure white sword blade came out from his diagonal thrust.
There was a loud "bang" sound, the swords struck each other, and a strange ripple slowly spread out from the intersection.
Zhao Min's body was swept away by the ripples, and he flew backwards, hit the wall, and fell back to the ground. He vomited a large mouthful of blood, his face turned pale and bloodless, and he finally fainted.
Even though Zhou Zhiruo's internal strength was much stronger than that of Zhao Min, she was still knocked out a few feet. Then she staggered and took a few steps back before she could stop herself.
The only one present was Murong Fu. When he was swept by the ripples, a white light flashed on his body, and he stood motionless like a normal person, looking at the swords hanging in the air with a look of disbelief on his face.
But I saw the Yitian Sword and the Dragon-Slaying Sword standing out of thin air, their swords crossed. The Dragon-Slaying Sword's blade had a strong black and red light, while the Yitian Sword's white light was not weak either. The two seemed to be competing.
Suddenly, there was a soft "click" sound, and Murong Fu looked intently. The blade of the dragon-slaying knife actually cracked an inch-long gap. On the other hand, the Yitian Sword was intact.
"Not good!" Murong Fu suddenly remembered what Zhou Zhiruo once said about the mutual folding method of swords. The current situation was obviously due to Zhao Min's lack of skill, resulting in an imbalance of sword power. The Dragon Slaying Sword was already about to break, but the Yitian Sword was not.