The First Sword of the Universe

Chapter 443 Fierce Battle in the Reed Marshes and on the Island

Looking down from the sky, the swaying tips of the reeds form a unique, undulating "platform".

Two figures leaped and bounded above, moving like the wind and clashing like lightning.

Thump thump thump thump thump thump.
Intense, explosive sounds of air bursting through the air.

The moves between the two are ever-changing, sometimes extremely complex, sometimes simple and direct; sometimes fierce and domineering, sometimes gentle as water; sometimes swift as the wind, sometimes heavy as a mountain; sometimes hard with softness, sometimes soft with hardness; sometimes a combination of hardness and softness, sometimes yin and yang clearly distinguished.

Murong Fu mastered the essence of martial arts from all schools and sects, surpassing his predecessors in skill and talent.

Xu Xingchen's moves, however, were different, constantly changing and evolving, with new moves appearing one after another.

Not only were their martial arts skills exquisite, but their internal energy was also incredibly profound.

The boatmen, punting through the reeds, watched the battle unfold while waiting on the waterway.

As a result, watching helplessly as the two fought further and further apart, he quickly picked up his bamboo pole and chased after them.

This chase lasted for more than an hour.

The two men showed no sign of stopping, which greatly shocked the boatman!
The boatman was ignorant; he didn't know that a true master possesses incredibly profound internal energy and recovers at an extraordinary speed.

When two equally matched opponents clash, and the two generals are evenly matched, it is not an exaggeration to fight for three days and three nights straight.

Xu Xingchen has traveled through several worlds and met many top masters.

Everyone has their own characteristics, and everyone's martial arts skills are different.

The only opponent who could satisfy him in terms of the exquisite variations of his moves was Murong Fu, who stood before him.

Murong Fu felt the same way.

He learned martial arts from all schools and sects since childhood, and even mastered the "Star Shifting Divine Skill" which can deflect the opponent's martial arts.

His martial arts talent is exceptional, one in a million.

Since entering the martial arts world, he has never encountered a true opponent.

Many so-called martial arts masters and renowned figures in the martial arts world could not withstand more than a few moves from him.

This led him to believe that the so-called prestigious sects in the martial arts world were all just people seeking fame and fortune.

As a result, a sense of pride developed in him.

Because of his exceptional martial arts skills, people in the martial arts world have grouped him with Qiao Feng, the leader of the Beggars' Sect who has also risen to fame in recent years.

They are respectfully called "Qiao Feng of the North and Murong of the South".

He felt a mix of joy, pride, and resentment.

He really looked forward to the day when he could fight Qiao Feng and see who was the most outstanding among the younger generation.

However, before he could meet Qiao Feng, he encountered another equally "young" martial arts master.

His internal strength was exceptionally profound; his martial arts skills were unparalleled.

She's just as good as him!

The two fiercely battling moved swiftly and lightly across the delicate, swaying reeds.

After fighting for half a day, not a single reed was broken, nor did anyone slip and fall.

This means that both of them have reached a level of martial arts prowess that is close to the state of harmony between heaven and man.

Otherwise, Murong Fu would not have been able to leap from the lakeside, covering a distance of several dozen feet, and land on the ferry in the lake.

For a normal martial artist, no matter how profound their skill, leaping two or three zhang high and traveling three or four zhang far is already the limit.

Once this limit is exceeded, it means that his internal energy circulation has reached a subtle and profound level, and he may break through to the supreme martial arts realm of unity with heaven and man at any time.

They fought fiercely and moved forward continuously.

As they fought, the two found themselves deep in the reeds.

As they fought, they arrived at a small island.

The island features bamboo groves, cottages, halls, ponds, artificial hills, small bridges, flowing water, pavilions, and terraces.

There were also two pretty maids, one dressed in green and the other in white.

The two were sitting in a pavilion high up, laughing and joking around. Occasionally, when the words "Young Master" were mentioned, a hint of longing would flash across their faces.

Talk about Cao Cao, Cao Cao is here!
Two figures, as swift as the wind, sped from the distant reeds, covering a distance of several dozen feet, trampling over the bamboo groves, trees, and flowers on the island, fighting their way through.

They leaped and bounded between small bridges, artificial hills, huts, and houses with incredible agility.

The rapid exchange of blows produced explosive sounds of energy, like a series of firecrackers exploding in the sky above the island.

A voice laughed loudly, "Murong Fu, your martial arts are not bad, you have not disappointed me!"

Another clear voice said, "Master Xu's martial arts are indeed extraordinary; no wonder he dared to come looking for trouble with me, Murong Fu."

The two beautiful maids sitting in the high pavilion were initially surprised to see two uninvited guests who were moving so fast that they couldn't even see their faces. Who could they be?

Upon hearing the second voice, their eyes immediately lit up, and they exclaimed in unison, "It's Young Master!"

"Young Master is back."

"Oh no, young master has met his match!"

The two little heads moved up, down, left, and right constantly, following the two blurry figures that bounced and bouncy around the island, making for a very comical sight.

They were worried about their young master's safety, but they couldn't see the true situation of the battle between the two.

One or two, they could only stand there anxiously, without any ideas whatsoever.

Soon, two figures engaged in combat swept across the sky above the small island and flew towards the reeds on the other side.

"Quick! Let's catch up!"

"I hope the young master is alright."

The two little girls, Abi and Azhu, leaped up and bounced several times, like two larks, landing on the dock below the island.

Just as the two were about to crawl into a small boat moored at the foot of the stone steps, a ferry sped towards them. "Oh my, it's Uncle Wang!"

"Is it really Uncle Wang?! Uncle Wang! Uncle Wang! Come closer quickly, take us to catch up with the young master!"

Amidst their shouts, the boatman who was punting after Xu Xingchen and Murong Fu slanted his arm and brought the boat closer.

When they were still a few feet from the shore, Azhu and Abi jumped up and landed on the ferry.

"Hurry! Hurry! Uncle Wang, hurry and catch up!"

"Uncle Wang, hurry, hurry, we'll be out of sight of the young master soon!"

Urged on by the two maids, the boatman mustered all his strength and propelled the ferry at breakneck speed, splashing water everywhere.

He shouted loudly, "Azhu, Abi, don't worry, with Uncle Wang's abilities, he'll definitely catch up with Young Master Biao!"

Ignoring the three people behind him, he continued the chase through the reed-covered waterways.

Xu Xingchen and Murong Fu flew through the air above the reed marshes, their fierce battle raging.

After traveling only a few miles, they arrived at the second small island.

This island is much larger than the one we encountered before, and it has more and more diverse buildings.

In the courtyard, you can see figures walking, some hurrying and some walking slowly.

When they heard a faint burst of energy coming from afar, they looked up in confusion.

Soon, two figures shot towards them, each leap covering a distance of several dozen feet, and they flew to the airspace above the island in a few moments.

They bounced and fought fiercely among their heads, buildings, grass, and trees.

The servants, whose martial arts skills were weak, could not make out the faces of the two figures; they simply stared in astonishment with their mouths agape.

Deng Baichuan, Gongye Qian, Bao Butong, and Feng Bo'e, who were drinking tea and discussing business in a refined house, heard the commotion coming from high above and immediately jumped out, clearly seeing the faces of the two figures.

One by one, they exclaimed in surprise, just like Azhu and Abi.

"Is it the young master?!"

"And the owner of Xiaoyao Manor."

"Why did the two of them fight?"

"Hmph! The master of Xiaoyao Manor is indeed here for our young master."

"Stop wasting time talking and let's go up and help."

"Big brother speaks quickly, let's go!"

Deng Baichuan, Gongye Qian, Bao Butong, and Feng Bo'e, amidst their bickering, leaped up and rushed into the battle, wanting to lend their young master a hand.

But the two were too fast, and their exchange was too swift.

The martial arts skills of Deng Baichuan and his three companions were far inferior to those of the two.

Each time they leaped forward, the two figures had already moved to another location.

After several missed attacks, the four were anxious and helpless, so they resorted to their strange techniques, unleashing a series of palm strikes and fist strikes that cleaved through the air.

A palm print and fist shadow the size of a millstone swept across the sky, tearing through the air.

However, they could only watch helplessly as two incredibly fast figures disappeared into the distance, unable to achieve anything.

Timely.

Murong Fu's clear voice rang out: "Brother Deng, Second Brother Gongye, Third Brother Bao, Fourth Brother Feng, you don't need to take action!"

The sound was still echoing over the island when two figures leaped over it and landed on the reeds a dozen feet away.

"Chase them! Let's catch up quickly!"

"But didn't the young master say that we weren't allowed to get involved?"

"The young master said we shouldn't get involved, so can't we go after them and see for ourselves?"

"indeed"

Deng Baichuan and his three companions chased after the group to the dock below the island, arguing as they went.

With their martial arts skills, although they could run a distance on the reeds, they would fall down once they ran out of breath.

Therefore, the only way for the four to catch up was by boat.

They jumped into a small boat, with two people punting at the stern and two paddling from side to side.

With a burst of powerful force, the small boat, like a speedboat, glided forward, cutting through the waves.

After a while.

The boatman, carrying Azhu and Abi, chased after them to the vicinity.

After asking the people on the shore who were talking about it, and learning the direction, the ferry chased after them again.

Xu Xingchen and Murong Fu's breathing was incredibly long.

Treading on the reeds beneath their feet, they continued to run, fly, bounce, and swirl forward.

Then they fought relentlessly!

Up until now, neither of them has used their internal energy or any special techniques; they have been engaged in close-quarters combat.

Hit and hit.

The two crossed several more reed beds and arrived at a small island with a much larger area.

Xu Xingchen glanced around and saw the plaque above the main gate of the manor on the island, which had three large characters written on it.

"Canhe Village!"

This place is clearly the old lair of the Murong family, the place where Murong Fu has lived since childhood.

(End of this chapter)