Martial Arts Begins and Marries Wang Yuyan

And at this moment.

Dugu Fang quietly put his hand into his sleeve and took out a strange-shaped hidden weapon.

He knew that only by using this method could the battle be resolved without arousing Murong Fu's alarm.

"Whoosh——"

The hidden weapon flew out of the air and headed straight for Murong Fu with almost no warning.

The atmosphere in the tomb passage was extremely solemn, as if all the air had been squeezed and stagnant by this attack.

The servants and guards all watched this scene intently, for fear of missing any detail.

However, just when the hidden weapon was about to hit Murong Fu, a figure suddenly rushed out.

Mingyue's actions were almost reflexive. She suddenly rushed out and stood between Murong Fu and the hidden weapon.

"Chi—" with a sound, the hidden weapon pierced Mingyue's left shoulder. The huge force made her almost unable to stand, and she was pushed to the ground.

Mingyue was in so much pain that she could hardly breathe, but she resisted and did not make any sound.

She knew that she had to hold on, otherwise Murong Fu would fall into a greater crisis.

Everyone in the tomb passage was stunned, including Dugu Yifang.

He never thought that Mingyue would suddenly appear and accept this fatal attack for Murong Fu.

Dugu Yifang's face became extremely ugly. He originally thought that this blow would be enough to kill Murong Fu, but the appearance of Mingyue completely ruined his plan.

Murong Fu looked at Mingyue lying on the ground, his heart filled with complicated emotions.

Without any warning, Murong Fu found his heart throbbing. This was an emotion he had not experienced for a long time.

Seeing Mingyue lying on the ground, blood continued to seep from her shoulders, staining her clothes that were originally as white as snow red.

"Why did you do this?" Murong Fu asked himself silently, but he couldn't find the answer.

He knew how much harm Ming Yue had endured for him, and he might even have lost his life as a result.

At this moment, his god-level selection system suddenly started: "Host, you now have three choices: 1. Use Intermittent Bone-Jieting Cream to treat Mingyue, 2. Continue to fight Dugu Yifang, 3. Use this opportunity to escape.

"

Murong Fu hardly hesitated and chose the first option.

He quickly took out a bottle of bone-breaking ointment from his arms and applied it accurately on Mingyue's wound.

Soon, Mingyue's complexion improved significantly.

However, he did not ignore Dugu Yifang.

Although he was a little shocked and moved, Murong Fu understood that all this was far from over.

The moment he applied the bone-breaking ointment, Dugu Fang prepared to attack again.

At this critical moment, Murong Fu suddenly felt a powerful energy pouring out of his body.

He was originally an extraordinary person with a god-level selection system, and now, relying on the touch given by Mingyue, he triggered an indescribable power.

When Dugu Yifang saw the twinkling light in Murong Fu's eyes, he instantly felt as if his heart was being hit by a heavy hammer, and his expression changed drastically.

"What kind of power is this?" Dugu Fang was shocked and confused.

At the same time, the disciples in Wushuang City suddenly felt an ominous aura. Then, they seemed to be hit by an invisible force, and they all fell to the ground with their lives choked.

All this happened so fast that before Dugu Fang had time to react, he saw his men falling one by one, as if they were controlled by some demon.

Murong Fu looked at all this and knew that it was caused by his god-level selection system and a special energy triggered by the bright moon.

Although he was a little surprised by the emergence of this power, it was more of an unspoken belief and determination.

At this moment, he knew that the relationship between him and Mingyue was no longer a simple master and servant, nor even just a friend or alliance.

It’s a deeper connection, an emotion that touches the depths of the soul.

However, in such a beautiful moment, Murong Fu did not forget his mission and responsibility. He knew that he had more important things to do.

At this moment, Dugu Fang looked at everything in front of him in disbelief.

"Love in a Fallen City...that's the trick!"

Murong Fu smiled slightly and did not answer.

He took a deep breath, feeling the special power in his body, and applied the broken bone ointment in his hand to Ming Yue's wound again.

Mingyue's face gradually returned to normal, and she sat up as if nothing had happened, as if the injury just now was just a dream.

"Thank you Master for saving your life."

Mingyue said softly, her eyes filled with gratitude and reverence.

Murong Fu nodded, and then turned his gaze to Dugu Yifang.

He knew that the opportunity had come at this moment and he could no longer delay it.

"Dugu Yifang, your conspiracy has been shattered. You can no longer hurt Mingyue."

Murong Fu's voice was calm and firm, like an unshakable mountain.

Dugu Yifang gritted his teeth, knowing that the situation was not in his favor, but he would never surrender.

His body swayed and turned into a phantom, rushing towards Murong Fu, and the hidden weapon in his hand shot out again.

Murong Fu dodged to avoid the hidden weapon and slapped Dugu Yifang with strong strength and determination.

Dugu Yifang quickly dodged, but he also understood that he was already at a disadvantage.

The atmosphere in the tomb passage was tense and fierce. The servants and guards stood up one after another, preparing to join the battle.

However, they found themselves unable to move, as if bound by some mysterious restraint, and could only watch the duel. .

At the same time, the disciples in Wushuang City also fell to the ground in fear, unable to move. They understood that all this was related to Murong Fu's power.

The battle between Murong Fu and Dugu Yifang was in full swing. Their moves were so fast and fierce that the air in the tomb passage seemed to freeze.

Their figures flickered, sword lights and palm shadows intertwined, causing waves of howling sounds like a violent storm.

Suddenly, Murong Fu's sword technique changed. His sword suddenly paused, and then stabbed Dugu Fang's throat like lightning.

A flash of horror flashed in Dugu Yifang's eyes. He had no time to dodge, so he could only raise his sword in front of his throat.

"Crack!" With a soft sound, Murong Fu's sword edge directly pierced Dugu Fang's sword, and then hit his throat.

Dugu Yifang's eyes were full of despair. He fell to the ground helplessly, blood kept pouring out, and his life gradually disappeared.

Murong Fu slowly put away his sword and looked at Dugu Fang's body calmly, without any joy.

The moment Dugu Yifang fell to the ground, Murong Fu felt the god-level selection system in his body vibrate slightly, as if giving him some accumulated recognition. However, he knows that no matter how powerful the system is, it is just a tool, and the real power needs to be mastered by oneself.