Reborn as Murong Fu: This time I am the protagonist

Murong Fu blamed himself for his miscalculation.

He never expected that his elaborate plan would force his opponent to show up, but in the end he would be plotted against him.

His personnel arrangements were all based on his calculation of the martial arts of the three opponents.

According to his estimate, the martial arts of the two Zheluoxing brothers were similar to those of the Xuan generation monks who could enter the Shaolin Bodhidharma Academy, so he arranged for two brothers of this generation whose martial arts skills were similar to those of the Xuan generation Shaolin monks, each with a Two first-class players each deal with one person.

And Jiumozhi's martial arts, based on his performance in causing trouble in Tianlong Temple, should be on par with the level of five eminent monks of his generation joining forces.

So Murong Fu arranged for himself, Duan Zhengming and Duan Yu to hold each other down.

Then Deng Baichuan, who has strong martial arts skills and rich leadership skills, leads the remaining four people with weaker martial arts skills.

Wait until everyone on the field has exhausted themselves before entering to support. This avoids the situation where everyone with different martial arts skills swarms into the field to interfere with each other and make mistakes in coordination.

Originally, Murong Fu's arrangement was very reasonable. If it went well, he should be able to capture the three opponents at the minimum cost.

But I never expected that there would be such a magical secret technique in the world that could actually transform two people with completely different appearances.

No, it should be three people, cross-dressing each other. It's not A'Zhu's kind of disguise that uses some cotton, rosin, etc., but directly changes a person's physical appearance, turning one person into another.

Damn, is this really the kind of kung fu that the martial arts world should have?

In fact, this was because Murong Fu felt a little depressed when he saw that two of his side had missed and were seriously injured, so he invisibly amplified the opponent's martial arts.

In fact, this is just one of the more common secret techniques of Yoga Sect.

If we really want to compare, Xiaoyao Sect's Heaven and Earth Immortality Eternal Spring Kung Fu has the effect of rejuvenating youth, Sweeper Monk's invisible energy wall can eliminate almost all attacks invisible, Duan's Six Meridians Divine Sword, the six veins are firing together like a sword fairy coming down to earth. Even if the Murong family has reached the level of Dacheng, their method of deflecting all the opponent's attacks from any direction is astonishing.

The world of Tianlong is originally a world of high martial arts. Many things are close to the methods of gods and cannot be explained by common sense.

Murong Fu quickly adjusted his mentality and said to Duan Zhengming in a deep voice: "Senior Duan, please hold this Tianzhu Hu monk for the time being. I will ask Deng Baichuan and others to assist you. This Hu monk's martial arts is not as good as Jiumo's. Wisdom, the better is the strange number of roads, you should be careful when dealing with them!"

As he spoke, Murong Fu let out a clear whistle. Deng Baichuan and others behind Gao Po had already seen the situation on the field. Seeing that someone on their side was injured, they had been anxious for a long time, but they did not dare to act without permission without receiving orders.

Murong Fu waved the long sword in his hand and pointed it directly at Jiumozhi: "Jiumozhi, let me learn from you your brilliant moves!"

When Jiumozhi saw that Murong Fu was actually attacking him alone, he just thought that the other man was full of blood, and he didn't know the depth of it. He laughed loudly and said, "Okay, let me see if Nan Murong has lived up to his fame!"

Among the people who had previously besieged Jiumozhi, Ba Tianshi escaped with his light kung fu, while Hua Hexu barely managed to block the power of the flaming knife with a shovel made of pure iron in his hand, and was only slightly injured. The two of them each Using their own methods, the injured Ben Xiang and Fan Zhen were taken away from the battle circle. Under Murong Fu's order, Deng Baichuan and others were divided into two groups to support Duan Zhengming and Ben Guan's battle circle respectively. The briefly silent battlefield became heated again.

Murong Fu's long sword stabbed continuously, and each blow was aimed at key points all over Jiumozhi's body. Jiumozhi blocked them one by one with a wave of his palm. One used his sword skills like a strong wind and rain, and the other used his palm skills in an inseparable manner. Breathable, just defensive.

Suddenly, Jiumozhi saw the right moment, shot out his palms, and clamped Murong Fu's long sword. The long sword that was like a dragon in the sea suddenly turned into an old dragon bound by iron ropes and was eliminated. The dragon's tendons and bones were tied under the cliff to receive the punishment of thunder.

The sword light that was originally hesitating like a ball of living things also dimmed in an instant.

Jiumozhi had wrapped his palms with the sword energy of the flame knife in advance, so even if Murong Fu wanted to follow the same trick as before, it would be useless. Thinking that he had a plan, a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, and the next moment he used his hands, A huge force came along the blade of the long sword. Either Murong Fu let go and the long sword was taken away, or Murong Fu's wrist and the long sword were broken together. He could already imagine Murong Fu's embarrassment in the next second. Looks like.

But the next moment, the scene that Jiumozhi imagined did not appear. Murong Fu did let go of his hand, but in a flash of lightning, he flicked his right index finger, and a force of skill was transmitted along the hilt of the sword, and the blade of the long sword was smoothly moved. With a flip, Jiumozhi felt a slight chill in his palm, and the extremely sharp long sword used this force to break through his guard. The sword energy made a small gash in his palm. He never expected that Murong Fu He was shocked that he would use this method to deal with it, and he loosened his grip on the sword.

Murong Fu took the sword back and made a "Spiritual Snake Spitting Letter". The tip of the sword rushed towards Jiumozhi's forehead at a tricky angle like a poisonous snake. Jiumozhi quickly dodged sideways. Unexpectedly, it was Murong again. The usual practice is to avoid the truth and turn to the fictitious.

The long sword was quickly retracted, Murong Fu came closer, and kicked Jiumozhi's throat with a strong force of wind with his toes. Jiumozhi had no choice but to hastily use his palms to his feet, and he hurriedly exchanged blows with Murong Fu, but this time How could the palm power gathered in a hurry compare with Murong Fu's long-planned kick?

Jiumozhi felt a powerful force mixed with three-quarters of clever energy coming towards him. If he took it forcefully, his wrist would be dislocated, so he had to kick hard with the back of his right foot and use this force to retreat a foot away. Then, both hands The palms came out, and several flaming sword auras blocked the road ahead, making it impossible for Murong Fu to pursue. Murong Fu was not greedy. He succeeded in the attack and immediately retreated, creating a distance of about four to five feet between the two.

Murong Fu held the sword in his right hand, and the sword energy was hidden in his left hand. The Shang Yang sword was ready to go. After a fight, his expression remained unchanged. The breeze blew gently, blowing the hem of his robe, and he looked like a good young master in a troubled world.

On the other hand, Jiumozhi, in order to disguise his identity, gave up his original gorgeous clothes and put on the attire of an ascetic, which looked a bit nondescript. In addition, he suffered a little loss due to his carelessness, and he looked a little embarrassed for a while. .

However, this did not have much impact on him. He smiled faintly: "Master Murong's martial arts is a bit better than what I saw last time. It seems that Nan Murong's reputation is also in the hands of the master." Good quality. Mr. Murong, now that things have happened, I am still willing to advise you to consider my conditions, how about it?"

Murong Fu said with a smile: "Master is still so fond of joking. Now the world has reversed. Murong Fu is no longer alone and helpless. Master is no longer as sure of victory as he was then, so why are you still talking about such stupid things? Why don't you join me, Murong Fu of Gusu?" , to encourage me, with the master's martial arts, he will definitely be a good guard at home and courtyard. In the future, there won't be any annoying Xiaoxiaoqiang intruding into my village, how about it?" As the saying goes, kill and punish. Mind you, when masters compete with each other, it is not just their skills that they put in, but their words that are also very important. Sometimes during a life-and-death fight, a casual word that affects the opponent's state of mind can have a reversal effect on the battle situation.

This time Jiumozhi insinuated that Murong Fu was not worthy of his reputation, and Murong Fu was not polite. Neither party was looking for an advantage.

Before they stopped talking, the two of them lunged at each other at the same time. Murong Fushu's long sword flew from the beginning of his sleeves and robe, cutting, chopping, chopping, stabbing, and picking, all in one smooth motion, and he made a long-prepared Shang strike with his left hand. The Yang Sword thrust out.