Murong Fu was furious. He seemed to see the scene of failure in restoring the country.
This trip to the Shifting Flower Palace could be said to be a complete failure.
Not only did he fail to win Yao Yue's heart, but he had also exposed all the secrets of the Murongs. It was almost impossible for him to use the power of the Chinese martial arts world to achieve anything in the future.
Great Yan's dream of regaining their country was completely shattered.
He had become the eternal sinner of the Murong family.
Murong Fu's eyes were red. He no longer thought about anything else. The only thought in his mind was to tear Song Ziqing into pieces.
With a shake of his long sword, he had already used the Murong family's sword technique.
Song Ziqing's gaze turned cold. This sword technique was very brilliant. It could be seen that the founder was not ordinary.
Thinking about it, if it wasn't brilliant, how could Murong Fu cultivate it with the Murong family's collection of books?
Murong Fu's sword qi was unbridled, and his every move was continuous. It was like flowing clouds and flowing water, making it difficult for people to breathe.
As soon as this sword was used, Murong Fu's reputation as a grandmaster was well deserved.
Yan Nantian's eyes lit up as he watched. His heart was itching. He loved swords as much as his life, but he restrained himself. This was originally a grudge between Song Ziqing and Murong Fu, so it was not good for him to intervene.
However, he had already made up his mind that if Song Ziqing was no match for him, he would definitely help.
"Although Murong Fu is a descendant of the Hu, the Murong family's martial arts are truly outstanding.”
"That's right. This sword technique is enough to make him famous in the martial arts world.”
However, in Song Ziqing's opinion.
Murong Fu's sword was strong, but it lacked a kind of spiritual aura. The sword was just a tool. There was no interaction and communication between the human and the sword. His sword technique was rigid and stingy.
A sword light flashed. Song Ziqing slightly turned his body, and the sword light narrowly missed him.
Murong Fu's swordsmanship was extremely fast. In the blink of an eye, the two of them had already exchanged dozens of moves.
Song Ziqing would use his scabbard to deflect the attacks.
Murong Fu became more and more impatient, while Song Ziqing was calm and collected.
Yan Nantian calmed down and thought to himself,'Although this Song Ziqing is not famous in Jianghu, he must be one of the best among the younger generation with such martial arts skills.' If there was a chance, he would ask for advice.
Song Ziqing was not in a hurry to counterattack. It was just that this was his first time fighting a grandmaster-level martial artist, so it was a precious accumulation of experience.
After all, Wei Wuya lost the way of deception and could not achieve great things.
Although Murong Fu was weak, he had a deep family background. He had accumulated a lot of knowledge that Wei Wuya could not compare to. He had dabbled in all kinds of martial arts. During the battle, Murong Fu had mastered all kinds of moves, which benefited Song Ziqing greatly.
However, Murong Fu could not tolerate such humiliation.
"Is your saber just for show?" he said angrily. He only saw Song Ziqing's contempt for him.
"Is this all the strength you have?" Song Ziqing asked indifferently. I think the Murong family's martial arts are just so-so. There are countless experts in the Central Plains. It's simply a dream to restore the country with this.”
Song Ziqing's words pierced Murong Fu's heart like a sharp knife. He was proud of two things in his life. One was the ultimate technique of the Murong family, and the other was his background as a descendant of the Great Yan Dynasty's royal family. However, Song Ziqing had belittled both of them.
Murong Fu was furious.
"Song Ziqing, you're courting death by insulting the Murong family!”
Murong Fu's sword technique was awe-inspiring. Streams of sword qi shot out and instantly enveloped Song Ziqing's body, making it almost impossible for him to dodge.
At this moment, Song Ziqing drew his saber for the first time.
The blood-colored saber was pulled out of its pitch-black scabbard. It seemed slow, but it was actually fast.
Everyone seemed to smell the scent of death.
"What saber technique is this?"
"Why is there such an aura?"
"I feel my body trembling!”
Yan Nantian's expression was grave as he thought,'This saber is ominous!
Seeing that the sword qi was about to hit him, the space around Song Ziqing seemed to have frozen.
However, Song Ziqing did not dodge.
His expression was indifferent, as if he was not facing a fatal sword qi that could either kill or injure people, but a gentle breeze.
He only waved his long saber lightly and casually.
Boundless Saber Qi was activated from the long saber.
There was a loud bang.
Boom!
Sword Qi and Saber Qi collided, and a huge shock wave spread out from the inside!
In an instant, dust flew into the air, and a strong wind blew, setting off waves that filled the sky.
The weaker ones couldn't even stand!
Murong Fu's expression changed as he retreated.
Although he was angry, he still had basic judgment.
This saber could not be taken head-on!
Like a fleeting shadow, Murong Fu kept retreating until he retreated a few hundred feet before he was able to relieve the pressure.
However, he felt a sweetness in his throat and spat out a mouthful of blood.
Saber Qi versus Sword Qi, the outcome was decided.
Murong Fu's face darkened as despair rose in his heart.
Could it be that I, Murong Fu, am unable to achieve my goal and instead want to become a stepping stone for this person to become famous?
Bao Butong, who came with him, was shocked, but he still made a judgment based on his instincts. He flew over not to take care of Murong Fu, but to attack Song Ziqing!
"Young Master, let me help you!"
Song Ziqing's gaze turned cold.
He had wanted to spare Bao Butong's life. Although this person had many flaws, his loyalty was still worthy of admiration.
However, he shouldn't have attacked him.
Bao Butong's skill was far inferior to Song Ziqing's.
Therefore, Song Ziqing didn't use his knife. He kicked casually like a child kicking a stone. The scabbard under his feet was as fast as lightning!
Bao Butong's eyes were filled with despair.
He could clearly see Song Ziqing's movements and the scabbard approaching him, but he was powerless.
The scabbard hit his body like a bullet.
Bao Butong was like a kite with a broken string. He fell into the air and his body stirred up dust. He struggled a few times, and it looked like he would not survive.
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