Starting from Tianlong, Wudu Tianxia

Chapter 125 The Shifting Stars

Deng Baichuan and the others saw Murong Fu begin his swordplay.

It was then known that he no longer used ordinary sword techniques such as Willow Catkins in the Wind, Transformation of Magic, and Stars Hanging Over the Plains.

You have to show your true skills from the start.

Murong Fu stood still, channeling his inner energy into his sword. As he stepped forward to attack, the sword hummed and sang.

He touched the roof and soared into the air, allowing everyone to witness this miraculous scene.

Murong Fu briefly hovered in mid-air, his sword flashing upwards, downwards with a cold light, leftwards with a horizontal slash, and rightwards with a shooting star.

The four illusory figures overlapped and merged in an instant, then instantly coalesced into one another.

He suddenly swept his longsword horizontally, unleashing countless sword energies that swept across the sky and pressed forward.

This move creates four shadows from one person, which then combine to unleash a sword aura. If it were an ordinary person, their mind would be shaken, and they would not be able to concentrate on fighting.

But the principle is actually the same as when Meng Wei saw Gao Yuan running and creating a phantom image in the mountains of Muzhou.

It's all because their movements are too fast, and their eyes can't keep up with their speed, creating the illusion of multiple afterimages!

In an instant, a sudden rain of sword energy poured down, like cold stars shooting forth, whistling as it came.

Although Murong Fu's Shadow Sword Qi consumes a lot of internal energy, it is several times more profound than Mu Feng's Chongxiao Bagua Sword.

The sword energy not only shatters solid rocks, but also requires the opponent to concentrate and dodge, making it difficult to see the subsequent sword techniques.

However, the true nature of this move could not escape Gao Yuan's keen eyesight.

It's just sword energy; why should we avoid its sharpness?

Gao Yuan channeled his energy and soared into the air for three or four zhang (approximately 10-13

The Nineteen Forms of Heavenly Mirror Wind Control: Wind Returns to One.

A flash of silvery-white light appeared, and with several forward swings, the sword intent, sharp and powerful, pierced through the air with great speed, leaving behind several afterimages.

Upon closer inspection, the number of the phantoms was actually two more than that of Murong Fu.

All that could be heard was a series of sharp, cracking sounds, like metal clashing against metal, so loud it felt like eardrums would burst, and all the flowers and plants in the yard were knocked down.

The sword energy was completely shattered; the four sword energies collided and dissipated, leaving two that struck Murong Fu, who was falling from mid-air.

Murong Fu lost his offensive and immediately turned upside down, pointing his sword at the ground.

The sword tip touched the ground, and the force rebounded off the sword, causing him to flip and leap into the air again, barely dodging the two sword energies.

Gao Yuan drew his longsword and thrust it straight at Murong Fu, swift and accurate!

Murong Fu hastily changed his tactics to deal with the situation.

The two clashed swords in mid-air, but Gao Yuan's sword speed increased faster and faster. Murong Fu kept gathering his strength to parry, feeling that the young man's sword moves had no limit and no end in sight!

When they exchanged their twentieth sword strikes, the two landed from mid-air.

Just then, a breeze blew by, and Murong Fu, with his eyes barely open, could only rely on his instincts to deliver a sword strike.

In the blink of an eye, the two struck each other's sword tips almost simultaneously!

The internal force traveled along the sword upwards!

"Cang!"

In the first contest, Murong Fu's internal strength was inferior to that of the young man, and his longsword was deflected and pressed against the guard.

not good!

Murong Fu knew something was wrong. He turned his free left palm to his dantian, and the internal energy from Gaoyuan, which was supported by the sword tip, suddenly spun like water encountering a whirlpool.

Between a single introduction and a single turn.

It is a divine skill passed down in the Murong family.

Time flies!

The boy's internal energy surged wave after wave, exerting pressure layer by layer. Although Murong Fu redirected his internal energy, he could not immediately rebound it. He had no choice but to suddenly swing his palm towards a small pond to deflect the force.

"Bang!"

The water in the small pond suddenly burst open with a roar, and water droplets poured down from the sky, instantly shrouding the entire waterside pavilion in mist and rain.

Although the boy's internal energy was channeled to the waterside pavilion, Murong Fu's longsword was still forced to tilt.

If the opponent continues to exert force, he will have no strength left to use the Star Shift technique again.

Just when he was feeling utterly hopeless.

Suddenly, he felt the internal force being drawn away from the sword tip, and the bent sword slowly rebounded and straightened.

Murong Fu knew that the young man was protecting his face, and he was both surprised and delighted.

Seeing their young master being suppressed, unable to completely deflect the boy's internal energy even with the "Shifting Stars" technique, the onlookers felt their scalps tingle. Then they saw their young master slowly withstand the overwhelming attack from the other side.

They all breathed a sigh of relief.

The two had been exchanging sword strikes with incredible speed and power, making it difficult to discern their techniques. Now, in this contest of internal energy, it was unclear whether the young man had yielded to his master.

However, Murong Fu's disadvantages were so obvious that even a blind person could see them.

Then I heard another angry roar of "Drink!"

Murong Fu's facial veins bulged, and a bluish aura appeared, which was a sign that his internal energy had reached its peak!

The west wind howls!

With the final clash of internal energy, the tips of their swords suddenly hummed, a burst of energy erupted, and they simultaneously pulled themselves away and flew backward.

Murong Fu's blood surged, and he had to turn several feet in mid-air before he could barely dissipate the remaining force and stabilize his body.

"Excellent swordsmanship!"

Gongye Qian was very unrestrained and cheered loudly.

Feng Bo'e also shouted, "What a magnificent duel between two heroes! I never expected to witness such exquisite swordsmanship!"

At this moment, Deng Baichuan, Bao Butong, and the others finally felt relieved.

Although the young master was at a disadvantage, he fortunately did not lose.

Mu Feng, having gained insight from observing the swordplay, became engrossed in the profound mysteries of the two swordsmen's techniques, constantly deducing them in his mind, standing silently under the pavilion.

Gao Yuan leaped back to the pavilion, and Murong Fu sheathed his sword, warmly stepping forward to embrace him, saying, "Brother, what excellent swordsmanship and martial arts!"

"I pride myself on my extensive knowledge of sword techniques, but I have never imagined that I have been complacent and underestimated the young heroes of the world. I am truly ignorant."

Although Murong Fu was arrogant, his mind had not yet developed to the narrowness he would later experience.

Gao Yuan's excellence was entirely due to his father's vision and arrangements.

Under such psychological suggestion and comfort.

He can also calmly face the fact that he is not as good as a teenager, and he does not have the explosive mentality he had when facing the three cheats of Tianlong.

The hemp was arranged by Murong Bo, and it was a senior disciple whom his father had befriended.

It's normal for someone to be more outstanding than oneself; otherwise, how could one help Murong restore his kingdom?

The two went up to the rooftop again, and Gao Yuan laughed and said, "Brother Murong's family sword technique is truly wonderful."

Gao Yuan's words were based on facts and could not be considered flattery.

He once fought with Qiao Feng at Dayunming Temple.

Setting aside Qiao Feng's inhuman characteristics, let's compare his fighting style and internal energy.

At this stage, Qiao Feng and Murong Fu are evenly matched.

Of course, this is just a theoretical comparison. If they were to actually fight, Steve Jobs' talent for adapting to changing situations would give Gao Yuan quite a headache.

At least the last time he fought Qiao Feng, he was in top form.

During his sparring session with Murong Fu, he held back two points.

This shows just how difficult Steve Jobs was to deal with!

"Brother, what is the name of the sword technique you use? The strength of the sword energy, the sharpness of the sword, and the speed of the changes are truly frightening. I have never seen anything like it in my life."

"Brother Murong, you flatter me. The sword technique I use is called Heavenly Mirror Wind Control."

Murong Fu exclaimed repeatedly, "What a magnificent Heavenly Mirror Wind-Riding Style! The name is excellent, but the swordsmanship is even more exquisite; it truly deserves the title 'Heavenly Mirror'!"

"The drinks are here! The drinks are here!"

The managers had selected the best wine from Taihu Lake, and it was just in time to bring it up.

Isn't it a time for mourning?

Gao Yuan was a little confused when he saw them taking out wine.

"I am a few years older than you. If you don't mind, please call me elder brother!"

"Brother Gao, please don't misunderstand. I saw that you had a gourd hanging from your waist, so I know you are also a person of the wine world. It's a pity that my mother has passed away, so I can't have a couple of drinks with you."

"Fine wine is a gift for a hero; please don't despise it as a small token!"

Gao Yuan suddenly realized, and smelling the wine, blurted out, "Is it Qi Yun Qing Lu?"

Murong Fu was surprised: "Brother, you truly are a connoisseur of fine wine!"

"My father collected Qiyun Dew, which was sealed in a bottle for ten years. It was clear and pure, without any trace of it. Yet, my brother was able to smell it!"

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The boy was speechless; these words made him sound like a drunkard.