The First Sword of the Universe

Chapter 445 Crushing Murong Fu

Although it was daytime, the Huanshi Water Pavilion was still somewhat dim inside because the windows were not open.

However, given Kumārajīva's skill, he could see every single word in the book in his hand as long as there was even the slightest bit of light.

Even every acupoint on the meridian map.
He spent several days in Huanshi Water Pavilion, reading more than a dozen martial arts manuals.

Although these martial arts manuals are not as good as the Flaming Saber or the 72 Shaolin Arts he practiced, the fact that they are collected here by the Murong family proves that they all have their own unique features.

Whenever he saw something that surprised Kumārajīva, a peaceful and joyful smile would appear on his face.

When he was young, Kumārajīva met Murong Bo and was amazed by Murong Bo's extensive knowledge of martial arts from all over the world.

From that time on, a seed of "learning all kinds of martial arts from all over the world" was planted in his heart.

He wanted to catch up with Murong Bo, and even surpass him.

If the Murong family could do this, why couldn't Kumārajīva, a martial arts prodigy with extraordinary comprehension, do the same?
Once greed takes hold, and delusion takes hold for a lifetime, Kumārajīva goes astray.

Once he had mastered the 72 Shaolin arts, he turned his attention to the martial arts manuals in the Shishui Pavilion of the Murong family.

So, he went to Tianlong Temple in Dali to obtain the Six Meridians Divine Sword, and then came to Suzhou to find the Murong family.

Despite the many twists and turns along the way, he successfully entered the Murong family's Huanshi Water Pavilion.

After reading for several days, he lingered there, reluctant to leave.

Kumārajīva, engrossed in reading, suddenly paused, tilted his ear slightly, listened for a moment, and then turned to look towards the window.

After a while.

A faint, almost imperceptible burst of energy quickly approached.

Soon, the sound became clear and loud.

Kumārajīva closed the book and exclaimed in surprise, "The two who fought were both quite skilled in martial arts; I wonder if one of them is Murong Fu, the son of that old man Murong?"

He moved to the window and looked out at the sky through a crack in the window.

In that direction.
Two figures, swift as the wind, leaped and bounded, rapidly approaching.

Even as they moved at high speed, they continued to circle and fight, their movements intertwined and complex.

Each sudden separation and reunion was accompanied by a series of loud, explosive bursts of air.

The guards protecting Canhe Village darted out from the courtyard, the treetops, the shadows, the bushes, and the houses, leaping onto nearby walls and rooftops.

His gaze sharpened as he looked at the two locked in combat.

After a while.

Someone managed to make out the face of one of the figures and immediately exclaimed in surprise.

"It's young master!"

"What, it really is Young Master?"

"If it's the young master, then who is the person he's fighting?"

Even the experts guarding Huanshi Water Pavilion leaped up and landed on the top of the pavilion, watching with solemn expressions the two blurry figures that were flying around the manor and fighting fiercely.

Thump thump thump thump.
After a violent collision, the two suddenly separated.

Murong Fu, dressed in snow-white clothes, landed on the roof of a house.

Xu Xingchen, dressed in a blue cloth robe, landed on another house.

Xu Xingchen said with a faint smile, "Murong Fu, you have indeed not disappointed me; you have mastered the martial arts of various schools and sects and have even surpassed your teachers; this not only shows your extraordinary talent but also proves your amazing comprehension; today's battle was quite enjoyable."

Murong Fu twirled the sword in his hand once, then draped it behind his back, his expression solemn. "Oh? It only gave you some pleasure? Why not your full enjoyment? Is it because I didn't draw my sword? Didn't use any special techniques?"

Before Xu Xingchen could answer, a group of guards from the Murong family, who had rushed in from all directions, landed swiftly on the nearby walls, ground, and rooftops.

Everyone clasped their hands in greeting, bowed, and shouted, "Greetings, Young Master!"

Murong Fu nodded slightly and said, "Get up!"

The people around him straightened up, turned their heads, and cast fierce glances at Xu Xingchen, while simultaneously drawing their swords.

One of the guards, the leader, asked loudly, "Young master, is this person an enemy or a friend?"

"We don't know yet," Murong Fu said, looking at Xu Xingchen on another rooftop. He asked in a deep voice, "May I ask, Master Xu, is building Xiaoyao Manor in Suzhou City a deliberate act against me, Murong Fu?"

Xu Xingchen shook his head and said, "It's not that I'm deliberately targeting you; I just want to see the Dou Zhuan Xing Yi Divine Skill of your Murong family."

"Speaking of which, we've been fighting for so long, but you haven't used the Star Shifting Divine Skill. I wonder why?"

Upon hearing this reply, the surrounding guards flew into a rage, shouting things like "Insolence!", "Arrogance!", and "Boldness!"

Murong Fu raised his hand, and the guards immediately fell silent.

He frowned and said, "I asked Master Xu earlier why he wasn't satisfied with the fight. Master Xu didn't answer my question, but instead said he wanted to witness the divine skills of my Murong family."

"So it seems that Master Xu, believing he has the Great Shift of the Universe divine skill to protect him, is confident he can defeat me, Murong Fu?!"

Xu Xingchen nodded directly and said, "Your Murong family only has two martial arts techniques that I would approve of."

"First, there is the 'Star Shifting Technique'; second, there is the 'Combined Finger Technique,' comparable to the Dali Duan Family's One-Finger Divine Skill."

"As for other martial arts, they're just for fun."

Murong Fu said in a deep voice, "Master Xu has quite the arrogance, actually disregarding the martial arts of all the sects and schools in the world."

"If you want to witness the 'Star Shifting Technique' of the Murong family, first see if you can withstand my swordsmanship." He then ordered the surrounding guards, "Spread out and don't interfere with our fight!"

"Yes!"

After the crowd around them retreated to a distance of several dozen feet, they finally arrived back to their original positions.

Choking!

The sound of a longsword being drawn lingered in the air.

Murong Fu leaped into the air, the blade of his right-hand sword shimmering with a shimmering light.

next moment.

With a clang, a hazy sword light suddenly extended from the sword, reaching more than ten feet away.

The sword light attached to the sword, though somewhat hazy and blurry, was clearer than the sword light from the bamboo sword envoy of Lingjiu Palace.

The moment the sword light appeared, the guards dozens of feet away immediately felt as if they were being pricked by thorns, and their whole bodies were filled with dread.

High in the sky, Murong Fu raised his arm and slashed his sword down at Xu Xingchen.

Its speed was as fast as lightning!
Xu Xingchen's figure moved like the wind, disappearing from the rooftop in an instant and reappearing on the treetop of a large tree several feet away.

Murong Fu's missed attack demonstrated his meticulous control over his own martial arts.

With a slight lift of his wrist, the sword beam that was slashing downwards suddenly turned and swept across the sky, preventing the roof ridge below from being damaged.

With a light touch of the toes on the roof ridge, the white figure, like the wind, reappeared above the treetops.

The sword light slashed down once again!

In the end, it was all for naught; only a thick branch detached from the canopy and fell down with a crackling sound.

Murong Fu, whose feet had landed on the nearby wall, quickly turned his head and looked around, searching for the figure that had disappeared.

In the distance, a guard shouted loudly, "Young Master!"

Murong Fu immediately looked up and saw the figure in green leaping high in the sky, almost obscuring the sunlight overhead.

With a flick of his arm, a sword beam over ten feet long shot out from the open tiger's mouth.

That sword light was clearly clearer and more realistic than the sword light in Murong Fu's hand, almost tangible.

It was as if a sword over ten feet long was truly in his hand!

Xu Xingchen gripped a long sword beam, her body plummeting as she charged toward Murong Fu atop the wall.

Amidst Murong Fu's astonished and solemn gaze, the sword slashed down.

Shocked, Murong Fu hesitated for a moment, then lost all chance to dodge.

He could only quickly raise the sword in his hand and fiercely collide with the sword beam that descended from the sky.

Clang!

Amidst the crisp sound of crystal shattering.

The sword light in Murong Fu's hand shattered and broke apart.

The force of the impact sent him flying backward, plummeting diagonally to the ground three zhang below.

With a loud bang, dirt flew everywhere and weeds burst forth.

But just before his back hit the ground, Murong Fu struck out with a palm print the size of a millstone, slamming it into the ground. Then, using the force of the impact, he somersaulted a series of somersaults, soaring into the air and landing on a nearby rooftop.

He looked down at the vanished sword light on the longsword in his hand, a sense of shock and bewilderment flashing through his mind.

Almost subconsciously, he channeled his inner strength once more, causing new sword light to extend from the blade.

Just then, Xu Xingchen reappeared in front of him, the solidified sword light in his hand slashing down once more.

Murong Fu responded hastily.

Clang!

With another crisp sound of crystal shattering, the sword light that Murong Fu had just condensed in his hand collapsed and scattered once again.

He was sent flying again!

Then, in a short period of time.

Murong Fu repeatedly reconstituted his sword light, dodging and leaping with all his might, struggling to parry the terrifying sword light in Xu Xingchen's hand.

Then, the sword light on his own sword was repeatedly shattered and knocked away by that terrifying sword light; shattered and knocked away; shattered and knocked away again.
When Xu Xingchen gets serious, Murong Fu is almost powerless to fight back!

He was hit and fell from the sky to the ground, crashing through the courtyard wall. Amidst flying bricks and stones, his body was thrown backward into a house not far away.

In the blink of an eye, the beams and pillars collapsed, bricks and tiles flew everywhere, and the house became a ruin.

Xu Xingchen moved like the wind, flashing past the collapsed courtyard wall and heading straight into the dusty ruins. Relying on his intuition, he slashed down at one of the spots again.

Clang!
However, this time, Murong Fu actually blocked Xu Xingchen's sword light and even generated an extremely strong pulling and shifting force.

He wanted to pull and drag the sword light in Xu Xingchen's hand over.

This power was extremely strong, so strong that it exceeded Xu Xingchen's imagination.

"This is."

Xu Xingchen frowned slightly, and the sword light in his hand shot out with a "whoosh".
(End of this chapter)