Chapter 271 The Unexpected Person
“Murong Xuan? Is that Murong Xuan?!”
Hearing this name, all the people present looked at him in shock.
“She is the...Qiluo Palace traitor?”
“Murong Xuan, known as Senluo Ghost Dance by people in the world!”
"Yes, she started chasing and killing Beiyi people many years ago, and she killed countless masters!"
"I still remember about three years ago, she killed more than 20 people from a large family in Shu. Her methods were extremely cruel and terrifying, and the local government even issued a wanted order. If it hadn't been later found out that the family were all Beiyi spies, she would have been hunted down. "
"Yes. Not only has she reached the sixth realm many years ago, but she has killed countless strong men under her command. How can Fu Qingzhou defeat her? "
"It seems that this young hero's popularity has ended. That's it..."
While the discussion was going on, Murong Xuan came not far from Fu Qingzhou and said with a sinister smile: "Come?"
"Come on."
Fu Qingzhou stood up and held his sword in front of him: "Please advise."
Murong Xuan glanced at his long sword: "Your sword is not good, it will break. "
Fu Qingzhou was startled, and when he lowered his head, he saw that his sword was indeed full of chips... all caused by the battle with Yang Liuqing and Kua Ye just now.
Oh yes, I had a few fights with Wu Yan before, which also caused a lot of damage to the knife.
After all, this is not a magic weapon. After a series of fierce battles, it can no longer hold on.
Murong Xuan was reminding herself that if she could defeat her even with a weak knife, then the act would be too much.
So Fu Qingzhou smiled and said loudly: "Which hero has a good sword and lend me one? If I mess it up for you, I'll pay for it!"
As soon as his voice fell, people in the crowd Then Ning Wushu's voice came.
“Use my knife!”
She let out a long laugh, raised her hand high and threw it. The long saber flew in an arc and fell into Fu Qingzhou's hands accurately.
Fu Qingzhou took out the knife and took a look, his eyes brightened: "What a knife!"
This knife must have been forged thousands of times, and the forging pattern on the surface of the knife is like a landscape painting, very beautiful.
He raised his eyes and looked at Murong Xuan: "Shall we start?"
Murong Xuan said nothing, took a step back, tiptoed lightly, and started dancing.
As she raised her arms, her long and torn water sleeves suddenly rose up, and a cold and strange aura spread. Everyone watching the battle subconsciously backed away and did not dare to get close.
The first moment the long sleeves were raised, they were swept towards Fu Qingzhou!
Fu Qingzhou had already expected it. In front of his body, the Fudo Pluto Sword ignited fiercely, turning his body into the underworld.
The next moment, the long sleeves have arrived.
The long sleeves don’t seem to show any strength, but in fact they lock the air flow around Fu Qingzhou. Although he doesn’t intend to dodge now, he has a sense that if he tries to dodge, the long sleeves will Xiu will definitely chase him closely.
Even though it’s acting, you still have to put in the effort!
The long sleeves were entangled in the underworld, Fu Qingzhou's sword intention was stimulated, the breath in his body suddenly boiled like fire, and he suddenly struck back with the sword!
The terrifying sword energy suddenly rose, and the long sleeves were torn into countless rags in the blink of an eye!
In the eyes of the people around him, Fu Qingzhou was like a god of the underworld.
The saber was raised high, and the sound of the saber was like the howling of countless ghosts and wolves. Even the people around who did not have to face the saber subconsciously felt their hair stand on end!
"What kind of sword technique is this?!" Everyone was shocked.
A strange look flashed in Murong Xuan's eyes - obviously, she knew that Fu Qingzhou was powerful, but she didn't know that he was so powerful!
When countless sword energy came through the air, her face no longer looked relaxed at all. She had to point her toes, her body was like a ghost, and kept dodging.
Not only that, when the knife approached her, Murong Xuan realized that even if she didn't act in this drama, it would not be easy to win against Fu Qingzhou...!
The other long sleeve that had not been chopped was rolled up and wrapped around the saber. Her whole body quickly floated to one side like a shadow, trying to use softness to overcome strength and deflect the sword.
But the next moment, Fu Qingzhou stamped his foot on the ground and raised his knife!
Devil-killing sword!
He only knows these two styles of Mingwang Sword, but these two styles, one defensive and one offensive, are enough to deal with most enemies of the same level or even higher levels.
At this moment, Fu Qingzhou changed again in everyone's eyes.
If he and Murong Xuan just now were full of ghosts and ghosts, now he seemed to have suddenly changed from a "ghost" to a "Buddha". That is the ghost Buddha in charge of purgatory. It makes people feel chilled and trembled all over their body, but they also give rise to a faint sense of awe!
As soon as the knife came out, Murong Xuan also trembled subconsciously.
This trembling seems to come from the soul, which is impossible to resist!
With this tremor, her long sleeve rolled up with the saber also gave out its strength. The saber suddenly burst out with countless sword energy, tearing the long sleeve into thousands of rags!
There was a buzzing sound, and the knife had touched the body.
Looking at the knife that was getting closer and closer, a strange color flashed in Murong Xuan's eyes. A pair of pale and skinny hands were exposed under the broken long sleeves, slightly curled into claws, as if she was a little excited.
But in the end, she did nothing and allowed the knife to get closer and stop gently in front of her neck.
“I agree.”
After the knife stopped, Fu Qingzhou immediately put away the knife and bowed it gently.
In an instant, everyone was in an uproar!
"Holy shit, he actually won?!"
"What kind of sword technique was that just now? Why do I feel like I'm shaking all over?"
"Me too, I want to run away. The impulse... what kind of sword technique is this?"
Murong Xuan was also obviously a little curious. She changed from her previous ghost-like expression, and her eyes were slightly bright, showing an alert look: "Can you tell me? Is this sword skill? "
Fu Qingzhou smiled and was about to speak when a voice suddenly broke into the crowd.
"Amitabha...this is my Golden Chan Temple, Mingwang Sword."
Fu Qingzhou was shocked and followed the sound.
I saw a monk walking slowly among the crowd.
He looked very young, in his early twenties at most, with handsome features, wearing a golden cassock, with his hands clasped together, but carrying a broad sword on his back.
“A monk from Jinchan Temple?”
Fu Qingzhou immediately had warning signs of hostility.
But the monk looked kind and calm, walked slowly to the field, raised his head and smiled slightly: "Donor Fu, it turns out that you not only destroyed the Fanyin Temple a few days ago, but also learned that I, the Jinchan Temple, do not teach It’s so secret, the young monk needs to ask for advice.”
When everyone heard this, they were in an uproar again.
"Damn, what a show! The monk from Jinchan Temple has come to take revenge!"
"The incident at Fanyin Temple was known to the world before, but Jin Chan Temple didn't respond at all... Now I can’t sit still, hahaha!”
"It's interesting, now we have something to watch -"
Fu Qingzhou narrowed his eyes, looked at the monk, and curled his lips: "Don't you know the name of the master?"
"Yuanzhen."< br>
The monk smiled and slowly pulled out the broad sword on his back: "Donor, you are good at understanding the king's sword, so the young monk responded to you with another set of sword techniques in the temple...Abi Sanmei."
< br>"If you can catch these three swords, you will win."
"Yuan, Yuanzhen! It's really him!" Someone in the crowd exclaimed: "He is a close disciple of Master Huikong, the first disciple of Jinchan Temple! He actually came to the Qianlong Hundred Heroes Association!"
Fu Qingzhou’s heart skipped a beat.
Are you from the round generation...
If you can come to the Qianlong Baijie Meeting, you are really young. You are not rejuvenated by magical power like Huixin, and your level of cultivation is not too high. .
But the monks of the Yuanzi generation are very senior, and they must be able to learn the top skills in Jinchan Temple.
Fu Qingzhou glanced at Murong Xuan and Ning Wushu in the crowd.
They looked at Yuan Zhen, their eyes were also quite fearful, and their expressions were not relaxed.
From this glance, they knew that Fu Qingzhou had no chance of winning.
After seeing your sword skills and abilities, do you still think so?
What Zhao Hao said before was right, this world is much bigger than he thought.
Fu Qingzhou was not afraid, but felt a faint desire to compete. He smiled and performed a sword trick: "Then, let's ask the master for advice."
(End of Chapter)