Xuanxia

Chapter 271 The unexpected person
"Murong Xuan? Is that Murong Xuan?!"

Upon hearing this name, all the people in the martial arts world looked at him in surprise.

"She is the... traitor from Qiluo Palace?"

"Murong Xuan, known as the Senluo Ghost Dancer in the martial arts world!"

"Yes, I started chasing the Northern Barbarians many years ago, and I have killed countless masters!"

"I still remember that about three years ago, she killed a whole family of more than 20 people in Shu. Her methods were extremely cruel and horrific. The local government even issued a wanted order. If it wasn't for the fact that the whole family was found to be spies from the Northern Barbarians, she would have been hunted down as well."

"Yes, not only has she reached the sixth realm many years ago, but she has also killed countless strong men. How could Fu Qingzhou possibly defeat her?"

"It seems that this young hero's limelight has come to an end..."

Amid the discussion, Murong Xuan came to a place not far from Fu Qingzhou and asked with a sinister smile, "Come on?"

"bring it on."

Fu Qingzhou stood up and held his sword in front of him: "Please give me your advice."

Murong Xuan glanced at his long sword and said, "Your sword is no good. It will break."

Fu Qingzhou was startled, and when he looked down, he found that his sword was indeed full of cracks...all caused by the battle with Yang Liuqing and Kua Ye just now.

Oh yes, the previous fights with Wu Yan also caused a lot of damage to the sword.

After all, this is not a magical weapon. After a series of fierce battles, it can no longer hold on.

Murong Xuan was reminding herself that if she could defeat her with just a weak sword, then the acting was a bit too much.

So Fu Qingzhou smiled and said loudly: "Which hero has a good sword to lend me? If I break it, I will compensate you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Ning Wushu's voice was heard from the crowd.

"With my knife!"

She laughed loudly, raised her hand high and threw the long saber. It flew in an arc and landed squarely in Fu Qingzhou's hands.

Fu Qingzhou took out the knife and looked at it, his eyes lit up: "Good knife!"

This knife must have been forged through thousands of hammers. The forging marks on the blade look like a landscape ink painting, which is very beautiful.

He raised his eyes and looked at Murong Xuan: "Shall we start?"

Murong Xuan said nothing, took a step back, tiptoed, and started dancing.

As she waved her arms, her long and torn sleeves suddenly rose up, and a cold and strange breath spread out. The people watching the fight around subconsciously stepped back and dared not get close.

And the long sleeves rolled towards Fu Qingzhou the moment they were raised!
Fu Qingzhou had anticipated this, and he held his sword in front of him. The sword power of Pluto's sword burned fiercely, turning the area around him into the underworld.

The next moment, the long sleeves arrived.

The long sleeves seemed to have little power, but in fact they locked up all the energy around Fu Qingzhou - although he did not intend to dodge now, he had a feeling that if he tried to dodge, the long sleeves would definitely chase him closely.

Even though it's just acting, you still have to put in the effort!

The long sleeves were rolled into the underworld, and Fu Qingzhou's sword intent was stimulated. His internal energy suddenly boiled like fire, and he suddenly swung his sword back and chopped!

The terrifying sword energy suddenly rose up, and the long sleeves were torn into countless pieces of cloth in the blink of an eye!

In the eyes of the people around him, Fu Qingzhou was like the god of the underworld at this moment.

The saber was raised high, and the sound of the saber sounded like countless ghosts howling. Even the people around who did not have to face the saber directly felt their hair stand on end subconsciously!

"What kind of swordsmanship is this?!" Everyone was shocked.

A strange look also flashed in Murong Xuan's eyes - it was obvious that she knew Fu Qingzhou was powerful, but she didn't know he was so powerful!
As countless sword energies broke through the air, there was no longer a trace of relaxation on her face. She had to keep dodging by tapping her toes and moving like a ghost.

Not only that, when the knife approached her, Murong Xuan realized that even if she didn't act, it would not be easy to defeat Fu Qingzhou...!

Another long sleeve that had not been chopped off rolled up and wrapped around the saber. Her whole body floated to the side as fast as a shadow, trying to use softness to overcome hardness and deflect the sword.

But the next moment, Fu Qingzhou stomped his foot on the ground and raised the knife!

The sword that subdues demons and cuts off karma!

He only knew these two moves of Mingwang Sword, but these two moves, one for defense and one for attack, were enough to deal with most enemies of the same level, or even higher levels.

At this moment, Fu Qingzhou in everyone's eyes changed again.

If he was like Murong Xuan just now, both of them were full of ghostly spirits and dark as hell, then at this moment, he seemed to have suddenly changed from a "ghost" to a "Buddha". He was the ghost Buddha in charge of purgatory, which made people feel cold and trembling, but also a sense of awe!

As the knife came out, Murong Xuan trembled subconsciously.

This trembling seemed to come from the soul and was impossible to resist!
With this tremor, her long sleeves that were rolled up with the saber also lost their strength, and the saber suddenly burst out with countless sword energy, tearing the long sleeves into millions of pieces of cloth!

With a buzzing sound, the knife was already approaching.

Watching the knife getting closer and closer, a strange look flashed in Murong Xuan's eyes. A pair of pale and skinny hands were revealed under her torn long sleeves, slightly curled into claws, and she seemed a little excited.

But in the end, she did nothing and let the knife approach and stop gently in front of her neck.

"Accepted."

After the knife stopped, Fu Qingzhou immediately put away the knife and bowed lightly.

In an instant, everyone was in an uproar!
"Holy crap, he actually won?!"

"What kind of sword technique was that just now? Why do I feel like my whole body is shaking?"

"I feel the same way. I feel like running away... What kind of swordsmanship is this?"

Murong Xuan was also obviously curious. She changed her ghostly expression and her eyes lit up slightly, revealing a lively look. "Can you tell me about this sword technique?"

Fu Qingzhou smiled and was about to speak when a voice suddenly interrupted from the crowd.

"Amitabha... This is my Jinchan Temple, the Mingwang Sword."

Fu Qingzhou was startled and looked in the direction of the sound.

I saw a monk walking slowly among the crowd.

He looked very young, no more than twenty years old, with delicate features, wearing a golden cassock, with his hands clasped together and a broadsword on his back.

"A monk from Jinchan Temple?"

Fu Qingzhou immediately felt hostile.

The monk, however, had a kind and calm expression. He walked slowly to the center of the field, raised his head and smiled slightly: "Master Fu, it turns out that you not only destroyed the Fanyin Temple a few days ago, but also learned the secrets of my Jinchan Temple. In this case, I must learn from you."

When everyone heard this, they were shocked again.

"Damn, what a show! The monk from Jinchan Temple is here to seek revenge!"

"The incident at the Fanyin Temple was known to the world, but the Jinchan Temple didn't respond at all... Now they can't sit still, hahaha!"

"Interesting, interesting. Now there's something interesting to watch—"

Fu Qingzhou narrowed his eyes, looked at the monk, and curled his lips: "May I know the master's name?"

"Yuan Zhen."

The monk smiled and slowly drew the broadsword on his back: "Donor, you are good at the Mingwang sword, so I will respond to you with another set of sword techniques in the temple... Avici Three Extinctions."

"If you can take these three blows, you win."

"Yuan, Yuanzhen! It's really him!" Someone in the crowd exclaimed, "He is the last disciple of Master Huikong, the head monk of the Jinchan Temple! He actually came to the Hidden Dragon Hundred Heroes Gathering!"

Fu Qingzhou's heart skipped a beat.

Is it from the Yuan generation?

Being able to come to the Qianlong Hundred Heroes Gathering means that he is truly young. He is not like Huixin who has regained youth through magical powers. His realm of cultivation is not that high.

But the monks with the surname Yuan are of a very high generation, and they must be able to learn the top skills in the Jinchan Temple.

Fu Qingzhou glanced at Murong Xuan and Ning Wushu in the crowd.

They looked at Yuan Zhen with fear in their eyes and none of them looked relaxed.

It was obvious from one look that they thought Fu Qingzhou had no chance of winning.

After seeing my swordsmanship and abilities, do you still think so?
What Zhao Hao said before was right. This world is much bigger than he had imagined.

Fu Qingzhou was not afraid, but instead had a desire to fight. He smiled and performed a sword trick: "Then, please teach me, Master."

(End of this chapter)