The Martial God who started at Mantuo Manor

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However, the brocade quilt covering her body did not come undone; it remained tightly wrapped around her.

Murong Fu landed steadily on the ground, looking down at the two disheveled men with a cruel grin on his face: "Let's see where you can run this time!"

Wang Meng struggled to get up, but the sharp pain in his chest made it difficult for him to even breathe.

He knew that, given his severe injuries, he was no match for Murong Fu.

However, at this moment of despair, a strange ruthlessness surged from the bottom of Wang Meng's heart!

The "Dragon Essence and Tiger Might Thirteen Kidneys" began to operate once again, with the thirteen kidneys releasing massive amounts of adrenaline, and the essence hidden deep within the kidneys surging out like a volcanic eruption!

At the same time, the true energy of the Mingzun Sacred Fire Technique within his body began to circulate wildly out of control, and a scorching and violent power instantly filled his limbs and bones!

"what!"

Wang Meng let out a roar like a wounded beast, his eyes bloodshot. Ignoring his injuries, he leaped up from the ground, his palms burning red like fire, carrying a scorching aura that could incinerate everything. He attacked Murong Fu relentlessly without dodging or avoiding anything!

"Well done!"

A hint of disdain flashed in Murong Fu's eyes. He swayed and used the "Shifting Stars" technique to try to deflect Wang Meng's palm strike to the side.

However, Wang Meng was already risking his life at this moment. The Mingzun Sacred Fire Technique true energy contained in his palm was extremely domineering and actually broke through Murong Fu's internal force pull!

"Hey!"

With a thud, Murong Fu's sleeve was struck by Wang Meng's palm wind and instantly turned into ashes!

Murong Fu's expression changed slightly, and he hurriedly took a step back, only to feel a scorching wave of air rushing towards him, making it hard for him to breathe.

Wang Meng, however, disregarded everything, his palms flying, his moves wide and sweeping, a style of fighting that was completely desperate!

With each strike he unleashed, he carried a resolute determination to destroy everything in his path. The true energy of the Bright Venerable Sacred Fire Technique relentlessly assaulted his meridians, causing him to spit out blood and sustain new wounds all over his body. Some areas were even charred black by the scorching true energy!

At the same time, his ferocious attack also caught Murong Fu off guard, making it difficult for him to get close.

Murong Fu's martial arts skills were exquisite and varied, but he was somewhat at a loss when faced with Wang Meng's unpredictable and mad dog-like fighting style, which only sought to perish together with others.

"madman!

You're a madman!

Murong Fu was both shocked and furious. He had never seen such a reckless fighting style before.

It's truly unbelievable that this naked man, who was clearly at his last gasp, could unleash such astonishing fighting power!

In an instant, the wind howled through the bamboo forest, and true energy surged, and the two were caught in a strange stalemate!

Wang Meng was covered in blood and looked like a madman. Every move he made was an exchange of injury for injury, a fight to the death!

Although Murong Fu had the upper hand, he was also intimidated by Wang Meng's fearless and ruthless spirit, and for a time he was unable to completely defeat him!

When masters clash, victory or defeat hinges on the slightest difference.

Although Murong Fu was stunned by Wang Meng's frenzied fighting style, he was, after all, a figure who was on par with "Northern Qiao Feng". The Murong family's martial arts heritage and experience in fighting in the martial arts world were far superior to Wang Meng's.

After a prolonged battle, he had already seen through the huge flaw in the naked man's moves—although it was fierce, it had no method or strategy, and each move seemed to be burning his lifeblood, making it impossible to sustain.

A glint flashed in his eyes as he seized the moment when Wang Meng's "Embracing the Moon" technique had exhausted its old power and had not yet generated new power. He suddenly lowered his body, like a nimble snake emerging from its hole, narrowly dodging a violent palm strike. He then brought his index and middle fingers together, transforming them into an incomparably sharp finger strike, and swiftly struck the Tanzhong acupoint in the center of Wang Meng's chest!

This move was the Murong family's ultimate technique, "Canhe Finger," a vicious and ruthless finger technique that instantly dissipates the true energy of those struck, leaving them helpless and at the mercy of others.

If this hits hard, even a god couldn't save Wang Meng!

In that split second, a pale yellow figure, like a startled swan flitting through the forest, suddenly darted into the battle, bringing with it a faint, elegant fragrance of plum blossoms.

The figure was incredibly fast. With a soft "pop," a slender hand appeared suddenly and landed precisely on Murong Fu's wrist!

A subtle yet powerful force suddenly arrived, and Murong Fu felt a numbness in his wrist. The finger strike, which had been condensed with all his internal energy, immediately went astray. With a "whoosh," it grazed Wang Meng's ribs, leaving a deep, bone-revealing bloodstain, but failed to injure any vital organs.

The figure was none other than the beautiful woman in the pale yellow dress.

As soon as she caught Wang Meng, who collapsed from the air, she felt a heavy and hot male body press against her.

Once Wang Meng unleashed his fearless and madmanly power, his vision went black, his mind went blank, and he could no longer hold on. His tall body slumped softly towards her.

He was completely naked. As he fell, his iron rod, still astonishingly large after the intense battle and the surge of blood and qi, with a thick, white sticky substance at its tip that hadn't been wiped clean during his ejaculation and carried a faint fishy smell, drew a heart-stopping arc in the air with the inertia of his falling body. And with a soft "smack," it struck her delicate lips, which were caught off guard, squarely!

That warm, thick, and somewhat sticky sensation was so clear, so brutal!

A strand of viscous white liquid unexpectedly slid down from the iron rod and clung brightly to her cherry-red lips, which were slightly parted in surprise.

The beautiful woman froze on the spot as if struck by lightning!

Her mind went blank, her beautiful eyes wide open in disbelief. She felt an indescribable heat and shame, like the most potent poison, explode in her body with a "boom," instantly burning her cheeks, the roots of her ears, and even her snow-white neck into a scalding crimson!

She felt her body suddenly stiffen, and an indescribable heat rushed from the soles of her feet to the top of her head. Her pretty face, which was already slightly anxious, turned bright red in an instant, as beautiful as the evening glow, and she even missed a beat of breathing.

Murong Fu's anger intensified when he saw someone else trying to sabotage his plans, but his mind raced and he changed his mind!

He stopped entangled with the person supporting Wang Meng, and instead suddenly turned his body like an eagle pouncing on a rabbit, rushing straight to Li Qingluo, who was lying on the ground a few steps away and unable to move!

He understood that as long as Li Qingluo was captured, the two men would be hesitant to act rashly and would be no threat!

His speed was extremely fast. In the blink of an eye, his five fingers had become eagle claws, about to grab Li Qingluo's throat!

But before his hand could even touch Li Qingluo's clothes, he felt a chilling sword aura lock onto his brow!

Murong Fu was shocked. His martial arts skills, which he was so proud of, made him feel that there was no way to avoid it. In his haste, he could only stop his forward momentum and retreat in a very sorry state.

A striking sword light, like a shooting star in the night sky, flew past where he had just been standing with a sharp "whoosh" sound, and pierced the bamboo poles behind him without missing a beat. Dozens of pillars were immediately shattered into pieces and trembled incessantly!

Murong Fu could only watch helplessly as, without anyone noticing, a Daoist nun holding a whisk appeared silently in front of Li Qingluo, her phoenix eyes filled with murderous intent, her face as cold as ice, coldly staring at him.

Chapter Nineteen: Take him down! Little Murong Fu!

"Yanqing, kill this beast!"

Li Qingluo's voice suddenly rang out, sharp as an awl, piercing the momentary silence in the bamboo forest.

The voice contained the extreme humiliation and insane hatred of someone whose private affair had been exposed, whose wounds had been reopened, and who had almost been humiliated by their mortal enemy!

She struggled to sit up halfway on the ground, her beautiful phoenix eyes glaring fiercely at Murong Fu, her gaze so venomous it seemed she wanted to devour him alive.

Upon hearing the order, the Taoist nun did not hesitate at all, nor did she respond with a single word.

A murderous glint flashed across her icy face.

With a flick of her wrist, the longsword hidden in the whisk seemed to be drawn by an invisible force, and she held it firmly in her hand.

In an instant, the Taoist nun's entire aura changed completely!

She is no longer a cold and aloof nun, but a peerless blade drawn from its sheath and coated with deadly poison!

With a flash of sword light, she transformed into a pale blue phantom. She moved with the sword, and the sword moved with her. A sword light as clear and cold as autumn water, with a sharp whistling sound that tore through the air, pierced straight for Murong Fu's throat!

This sword strike was fast, accurate, and ruthless, devoid of any trace of cunning, yet it contained boundless killing intent, clearly the work of a top master who had immersed himself in this art for decades.

"it is good!"

Murong Fu was both shocked and furious. He never expected that a moment of hesitation would bring him such serious consequences.

He dared not be careless, and with strange footwork, his body slid half a foot to the left like a drifting catkin in the wind, narrowly avoiding the fatal sword strike.

At the same time, he crossed his palms, unleashing an invisible spiraling force—the renowned "Shifting Stars" technique of the Murong family—attempting to deflect the opponent's sword strike and use their force against them.

However, the Daoist nun's swordsmanship was extremely steady. With a slight tremor of the sword tip, she neutralized Murong Fu's pulling force. Then, she changed her sword technique from thrusting to slicing, like a gazelle hanging by its horns, leaving no trace, and slashed diagonally towards Murong Fu's neck.

“Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding!”

In an instant, the narrow bamboo forest was filled with the clashing of swords and palms, and the sound of metal clashing was deafening!

Murong Fu, with his hands empty, fought the indestructible sword to a standstill with just his bare palms.

He would strike with his palms at times, and point with his fingers at others, displaying all his skills to the fullest. But the Taoist nun's swordsmanship was like the Yangtze River, continuous and relentless, each move more intense than the last. The sword light wove into an impenetrable net, trapping him firmly within it.

As the sword energy crisscrossed, the surrounding purple bamboo was cut in half and fell to the ground with a series of cracking sounds.

Just a few steps away from this life-or-death struggle, the stunning beauty in the pale yellow dress remained frozen in place, like a statue under a spell.

She held Wang Meng, who was burning hot and unconscious, in her arms. The man's weight pressed heavily on her, and his strong masculine scent, mixed with sweat, blood, and semen, completely enveloped her.

The hot, sticky sensation from when that huge thing lashed her lips still lingered, along with that... white liquid that made her weak at the mere thought of it.

She didn't even dare to stick out her tongue to lick it, nor did she dare to wipe it with her hands. She just let it dry slowly on the corner of her lips, bringing a strange feeling of tightness.

Her cheeks burned as if they were about to bleed. She listened to the sounds of fighting not far away, but her mind was a complete blank, with only the endless echo of that brutal blow remaining.

Sword light and palm shadows flashed rapidly through the bamboo forest, and dozens of moves had been defused in the blink of an eye.

The more the nun Yanqing fought, the more frightened she became, and at the same time, the angrier she got.

She recognized it.

The opponent used the "Star Shift" technique.

So young, he must be Murong Fu, the famous Murong family of Gusu.

have to say.

This is truly "Southern Murong" living up to his reputation. His "Shifting Stars" skill has reached a state of perfection, so slippery that no matter how fierce one's sword moves are, he can always deflect them at an unbelievable angle.

He was like an eel, seemingly controlled at every turn, but in reality, he was in complete control, leaving her powerless and wasting her energy.

"This kid from the Murong family is truly troublesome!"

The nun thought bitterly, "If my senior brother hadn't been tricked by those Ming Cult bastards and still had that sword in his hand, no matter how much more skillful his 'Star Shift' technique was, I would have already cut off his head long ago. How could I allow him to act so presumptuously here!"

The "Azure Phoenix Sword" in her hand is a rare treasure in the martial arts world, capable of cutting hair in two with a single blow, and its sharpness is unparalleled.

But compared to that divine sword that could cut through iron like mud, was indestructible, and had the power to command the world, it was ultimately far inferior.

But she wasn't some chivalrous gentleman who valued one-on-one combat; in her eyes, there was only the distinction between the dead and the living.

Since we can't take it down right away, let's find some help!

This brat from the Murong family will surely die today!

Thinking of this, she tightened her sword stance, forcing Murong Fu to retreat a step in a flustered manner, and she uttered a clear shout: "Rong'er, come and help me!"

This shout, like a thunderclap, finally awakened the beautiful woman in the pale yellow dress from her extreme shame and confusion.

Startled by the shout, she shuddered and snapped back to her senses.

Ignoring the strange touch on her lips that nearly made her faint, and disregarding the burning hot body in her arms that had caused such a terrible disaster, a resolute clarity flashed in her eyes.

She carefully, yet swiftly, placed the unconscious Wang Mengping on the ground next to Li Qingluo.