Transmigrating into Murong Fu, may you have many children and much happiness.

Chapter 98 Slaying the Sword God and Subduing the Demons (9/10)

Old Wu was closer to Tong Lao, so he naturally rushed up earlier.

Furthermore, he was convinced that if he couldn't kill Tong Lao, it would be better to be killed here with a single blow than to suffer the endless torment of the Life and Death Talisman taking effect.

His relentless advance naturally made his martial arts even more ferocious than when he exerted himself normally.

But Murong Fu delivered a side kick, striking Wu Laoda squarely in the chest and sending him flying ten feet away.

Murong Fu naturally didn't use his full strength, otherwise Boss Wu's chest would probably have been 'happy' instead of just broken ribs.

Old Wu got up, ignoring his injuries, raised his broadsword, and shouted:

"Brothers, let's get this going!"

This old demon has lost all his power. A few days ago, I was able to capture him and torture him for three days by myself. Now, we can chop him into mincemeat with one knife each!

This young master Murong and that old demon have a master-disciple relationship, but we are killing that old demon, which has nothing to do with young master Murong. Everyone says that "Murong in the South and Qiao Feng in the North" are great heroes of the Central Plains.

"It must be because of the pressure of social obligations that we have no choice but to take care of that old devil. Once we kill him, Young Master Murong will naturally not make things difficult for us."

After saying that, Old Wu spat out a mouthful of blood, looking like a child.

Along the way, Zhuo Bufan heard from different people that Murong Fu's martial arts skills were extremely high.

However, Zhuo Bufan did not believe that this "Qi Gao" could be superior to him. He deliberately slowed down his move just now to wait and see what Murong Fu would do.

In his view, although Murong Fu had sent Wu Laoda flying with a single kick and seriously injured him, he also believed that Murong Fu's martial arts skills were still a notch below his own.

Little did they know that Murong Fu hadn't used his full strength at all.

Zhuo Bufan circulated his true energy, and half a foot of sword light emerged from his three-foot-long sword, just like at the Ten Thousand Immortals Gathering that night, a deep blue that was captivating!

"Sword light! The Sword God is getting serious again!"

"I've heard that sword light is sharper than any divine weapon, capable of cutting through even black iron and meteorite iron!"

"Young Master Murong, do not jeopardize your future!"

"Heh, Murong brat, you were lucky the Sword God didn't teach you a lesson last time. Now get down and follow the Sword God's lead from now on!"

"Kid, get out of here!! Hahahaha."

As Zhuo Bufan listened to these people's flattery, he couldn't help but feel a little smug, and the sword light on his sword grew two inches longer.

He shouted arrogantly, "Hey, young master Murong, I recognize you, but my sword doesn't. Step back and don't ruin the harmony."

"You old devil, hand over the antidote to your Life-and-Death Talisman, and I'll finish you off with one stroke, saving you from the agony of being pierced by ten thousand swords!"

Zhuo Bufan endured thirty years of hardship in the frigid land, his only thought being revenge.

But once they re-enter the mortal world, they inevitably become distracted and restless, especially after being flattered by these cave masters and island lords. They naturally believe that they are the best in the world and will surely become a legend in the martial arts world.

Now that Tianshan Tonglao is crippled and Murong Xiaoji is nothing special, he has begun to have wild ideas and plan for the future. He has heard about the power of the Life and Death Talisman these past few days, so he naturally wants to find a way to break the Life and Death Talisman in order to control the heroes and act arrogantly in the future.

This Child Granny is both fearsome and terrifying, but if we let him sit on the supreme throne that Child Granny possesses... at worst, he would become the Venerable Lord, thus avoiding some killing and fewer methods of torture.

Seeing that Murong Fu was looking at him coldly and remained unmoved, and Tianshan Tonglao showed no fear, Zhuo Bufan felt a surge of killing intent. He thought to himself, "Fine, let's settle things today and I can use you to establish my authority."

So he drew his sword and charged forward, putting all his strength into this move, striving to kill Murong Fu in one blow.

The two were not far apart to begin with; in just three steps, Murong Fu was about to enter Zhuo Bufan's attack range.

His beard and hair stood on end, and the long sword in his right hand, accompanied by a green light of more than half a foot, slashed toward Murong Fu in a mysterious arc.

The sword came with extreme speed and stillness, its blade moving without the slightest hesitation, as if it could cut Murong Fu in two at any moment.

Those who were merely mediocre could not see the swords moving, and could only watch the shimmering sword light trace an arc.

However, experts of first or second-rate strength, such as Daoist Bu Ping, could see that the sword light had already landed half a foot above Murong Fu's forehead, but Murong Fu showed no fear at all. It was unclear whether he was truly capable or had already given up.

But if they were to take the blow themselves, they all felt they had little chance of success.

The next moment, just as everyone was about to applaud Zhuo Buping for slaying Murong Fu, they saw Murong Fu lightly raise his right hand, and a pale blue longsword pierced out from his right index finger.

"The Righteous Sword".

Murong Fu spoke calmly, his voice neither too loud nor too soft, neither hurried nor impatient.

But everyone present clearly heard the name of this move.

So it was a righteous sword?

Unlike Zhuo Bufan's half-foot-long azure light, this pale blue sword seemed to be solidified, without any superfluous radiance.

With a length of nearly ten feet, it easily pierced Zhuo Bufan's abdomen during the condensation process, and blood flowed down along the condensed sword energy.

Murong Fu frowned, afraid that the blood would flow onto his hands, so he flicked the sword to the lower right, and the sword easily cut open Zhuo Bufan's abdomen. When the sword touched the blue bricks on the ground, it cut cleanly as if a hot knife were cutting through lard.

Murong Fu then removed the righteous sword from his hand.

Zhuo Bufan's true energy also dissipated, and he could no longer circulate it. His sword light dissipated, his longsword slipped from his hand, and he himself began to fall from the sky.

The old woman standing nearby had clearly witnessed Murong Fu's sword strike just now; it was as sharp as cutting through mud, as effortless as using her own arm, incredibly agile, and even nearly ten feet long...

She had lived for over ninety years and had never heard of such a move before. She couldn't imagine that even the so-called number one sword technique in the world, the "Six Meridian Divine Sword," could be so powerful.

It is also impossible to match it.

"The Murong family..." Tong Lao was straightforward and asked questions without hesitation. Just as she was about to inquire about the ins and outs of his move, she witnessed a scene that shocked her even more.

Feeling his martial arts skills and life force constantly fading away, Zhuo Bufan wanted to ask what was going on, but before he could even open his mouth and make a sound, he saw Murong Fu raise his right hand, which then emitted a faint blue light. Although it was very similar to the so-called "righteous sword" from before, the true energy within it was exceptionally violent.

"Overlord Sword"

Before the pale blue, raging energy filled Zhuo Bufan's field of vision, he heard Murong Fu's calm voice, as steady as Mount Tai pressing down, yet making it hard for him to breathe.

Is this move called the Overlord Sword? Heh, it's really domineering... ::

All the onlookers saw was that the sword god Zhuo Bufan's head, along with half of his neck, left shoulder, and left chest, were swallowed by the blue energy. Then, the energy did not weaken at all and rushed backward at high speed.

A large hole was blasted in the thick wall of this stone hall.

The sound exploded like thunder, its power like Mount Buzhou collapsing, and through the cave, wisps of rain and mist fell.

It turns out it was raining outside.

At that moment, the hundreds of people in the hall felt as if they had fallen into an ice cave.