Douluo: Demon King from Another World

"Brother Zhuo, please enlighten me!"

Almost forcefully, Murong Yun said these words with difficulty.

Then the two distanced themselves, and Murong Yun also revealed his martial spirit. It was a pure white sword, about six feet long, exuding a faint chill.

Unlike other sword spirits that are as domineering as others, Murong Yun's spirit gives people a feeling of softness and strength.

"Sword name Xingying, be careful!"

After putting away his previous humble and gentle posture, Murong Yun's aura suddenly changed, and he raised the sword in his hand and stabbed Tang Fan.

Tang Fan was not in a hurry to attack him, but while dodging, he observed Murong Yun's sword skills. After receiving the true inheritance of the Sword Emperor, he also wanted to see what was special about other people's sword skills.

Don't tell me, Murong Yun's strength is really not bad.

He followed a path that combined strength and softness, which was completely different from Sword Douluo's killing path. The attack of the continuous drizzle is really hard to guard against.

This kind of tactic of switching back and forth between softness and hardness would never be possible without more than ten years of training. Tang Fan could probably guess how much Murong Yun suffered during this period.

There was a stabbing sound, and Tang Fan accidentally cut a hole in his clothes with the sword.

"Brother Zhuo, why don't you show your martial spirit yet?!"

When Murong Yun said this, there was obviously a hint of anger in his tone. Until now, Tang Fan still hasn't shown his martial spirit, which is a bit contemptuous of him!

"In that case, I will satisfy your request."

With that said, Tang Fan showed his killing hammer with his right hand. The huge murderous aura was vividly displayed at this moment.

Murong Feng's eyes widened, this kid is actually from the Haotian Sect? !

The Clear Sky Hammer ranks first among weapon souls. Tang Hao's deeds of fighting three major titled Douluo with the Clear Sky Hammer is still a legend.

But after so many years, such a genius appeared in the Haotian Sect. Why didn't he receive any news?

"The sixth soul skill, Xurou Sword Gang!"

The Star Shadow Sword shone brightly, like a meteor piercing the sky, Murong Yun immediately stabbed Tang Fan in the face.

The sword exuded a strong sharp energy, and the entire hall was shaking, almost tearing the entire space apart. Murong Yun appeared in front of Tang Fan in the blink of an eye.

Tang Fan did not panic, but stood with the killing hammer in front of him. Responding to all changes by remaining unchanged, he used the power of Qilin to clash with the Star Shadow Sword.

boom!

There was an explosion, and the floor was torn apart by the aftermath of the battle between the two. A stream of blood flowed from the corner of Murong Yun's mouth, and his shirt was torn into pieces by the rebounded sword. This was undoubtedly not a blow to him who usually paid attention to his appearance.

On Tang Fan's side, except for some spider web-like cracks under his feet, he didn't suffer much damage. But what shocked Tang Fan was that Murong Yun's sword just shattered the Qianyun face on his face!

Tang Fan's true appearance was exposed in front of everyone!

"Cough cough..."

The chest tightness was unbearable, and Murong Yun couldn't help coughing. Seeing Tang Fan's face that was even younger than him, he kept smiling bitterly in his heart. Sure enough, I was still a little over the top.

Just when he wanted to play a few rounds with Tang Fan. Murong Feng couldn't sit still anymore, and pressed down Murong Yun's hand that wanted to continue to raise the sword.

"That's enough, stop. You are no match for him."

"Grandpa, I..."

Murong Yun wanted to say something else, but Murong Feng glared back. It seems to be blaming him for not having the eyesight. The situation is so obvious, haven't you realized it yet?

Murong Yun lowered his head haggardly and withdrew his martial spirit.

"The winner of today's genius battle has been decided. Please move to the back hall and wait for a while. I have some things that need to be dealt with."

After all the guests left the hall, Murong Feng's expression suddenly changed, "White-haired Demon God? I wonder why you come to Fengjian Sect?"

Murong Yun was shocked. White-haired Demon God, isn't this the name of Tang Fan who caused so much trouble in the Spirit Hall? Could it be that……

"It seems that Sect Master Murong has known my identity for a long time. In that case, why not take me down now and hand me over to Wuhun Hall for disposal?" Tang Fan smiled calmly, facing this eighty-ninth level Soul Douluo, He is not timid at all.

"My sect doesn't want to participate in the fight. We just want to survive on this continent."

Murong Feng said this, and then added: "Today is my birthday, I will pretend I have never seen you. Leave quickly, Yun'er, see me off!"

Just as Murong Feng was about to leave, Tang Fan stopped him again: "Murong Sect Master, we are all smart people, there is no need to use such lies to prevaricate me. Do you really think that I am a three-year-old child? The mainland is turbulent now, you As the leader of a sect, I naturally understand, how long can this kind of peace last?"

"On the surface, I choose to be neutral and draw boundaries with various forces; in fact, I secretly hold Chen Cang and hold this so-called genius war on the occasion of my birthday. In fact, it is to see the background of each major force and which one I will join in the future. Such a double-standard behavior is not acceptable. It suits your style."

"Let me put it bluntly, the more neutral a force is, the sooner it will die! For a woman as ruthless as Bibi Dong, do you think she would allow such a potential threat to affect her hegemony?"

Murong Feng was silent. Yes, how could a woman like Bibi Dong allow potential forces to influence her? I'm afraid the Fengjian Sect would have ceased to exist long before Tang Fan was destroyed.

Although his expression was calm, if you looked carefully, you could see a drop of cold sweat on his forehead.

He never imagined that the young man in front of him, who was younger than his grandson, could think about people's hearts so thoroughly!

"What exactly are you trying to say?"

Tang Fan smiled evilly, and then told Murong Feng through sound transmission. Even if Murong Yun is Murong Feng's biological grandson, he cannot be allowed to hear this to avoid leaking it.

After hearing Tang Fan's idea, Murong Feng's face changed, and in the end he couldn't help but laugh up to the sky: "Hahaha... Young man, your idea is really too bold and unprecedented. Don't you be afraid?" , will I change my mind midway?"

Tang Fan didn't care about this: "Don't doubt the people you trust, don't trust the people you employ! I believe in the character of Sect Leader Murong. And this couldn't be easier for you, right?"

Murong Feng nodded: "Okay, just because of your courage, I will believe you for once! It's hard to imagine that Haotian Douluo's son is better than his father!"

The two people spoke in mute words, which confused Murong Yun: "Grandpa, what are you two talking about? Why can't I understand a word?"

Murong Feng glared at him angrily: "Young kid, if you know so much, why don't you go and entertain the guests?"

Murong Yun felt aggrieved. Tang Fan is obviously younger than me. It's really unfair.

He could only think about these words in his heart, and Murong Yun quickly went to the back hall to greet the guests.