"Murong Fu, you have to hold on!"
"First punch, then kick, then grab, all five weapons in one!"
"I've tried the punches, now the kicks are coming, take that!"
Swish!
Feng Yuxiu suddenly changed his tactics, and Murong Fu, who was already in a very passive position, felt even more uncomfortable. Feng Yuxiu's legs were too heavy!
Moreover, he had one leg longer than the other and was born lame, but he trained the defective leg to be even more terrifying than his normal leg, which could be called a 'naturally disabled leg'!
This made many of the audience stunned...
After the leg techniques, it’s grappling!
But how many grappling masters are there in the Tianlong world?
Not many!
There is a more advanced dragon-catching skill, but Murong Fu doesn't know how to do that!
Moreover, Feng Yuxiu's grappling skills are those of later generations. What does "later generations" mean? Internal force has long since disappeared, and masters of internal force can be counted on one hand.
How do external martial arts masters practice?
You can only work hard on your moves!
Therefore, in terms of pure moves, it has actually undergone many improvements, becoming faster, more accurate and more ruthless. It doesn't have so many fancy moves, it's just about grappling and being ruthless!
How could Murong Fu understand this?!
Being captured and then released again and again...
Every time he was captured and released, Murong Fu's anger and pain increased. He howled and attacked again.
But soon, he was captured again...
"Good fellow."
Lin Bin exclaimed, "It's almost as good as the Seven Captures of Meng Huo."
"Poor Murong Fu," Li Tianran muttered, "Miss Yuyan, aren't you afraid that he'll go crazy prematurely?"
"Shouldn't it be?"
Wang Yuyan suddenly felt a little unsure at this moment.
"Won't."
The thug in suit chuckled: "Don't forget, Murong Bo is still watching from the dark. He hasn't jumped out yet, which proves that Murong Fu can still hold on."
"so···"
"Step up, brothers~!"
······
Click!
boom!
Another capture!
Feng Yuxiu grabbed Murong Fu's right wrist joint and twisted it hard half a circle. Murong Fu was in so much pain that he almost fell to the ground.
At the same time, Feng Yuxiu's right hand turned into a claw and grabbed Murong Fu's face!
In other words, he just held back.
Otherwise, with this one move, there are two ways to put Murong Fu to death.
Bang!
Instead of crushing his face or pressing his head to the ground and smashing it like a watermelon, Feng Yuxiu kicked Murong Fu in the chest and kicked him more than ten meters away.
At the same time, a yellow-brown footprint was left on its snow-white inner clothes.
Extremely clear.
“Hu, hu, hu…”
Murong Fu was breathing like a cow, and his eyes were as red as a mad cow.
"ah!"
Roaring, he rushed forward again.
This scene made the 'experts' watching the show frown.
"Murong Fu this..."
"Are you crazy?"
"It's too inappropriate and lacks character."
"Feng Yuxiu has already held back nearly ten times, yet he still refuses to give in. He can't afford to lose."
"Crazy, really crazy."
"Come again?"
Feng Yuxiu shook his head and sneered, "Never mind, you Murong Fu are really just a name in vain. Blame me for not having too high expectations. With your strength, it's really hard to describe it in a few words."
"It's boring. It's boring."
"I thought Murong Fu, who was in the North with Qiao Feng and the South with Murong, should have at least 60% or 70% of the strength of Boss Qiao, no matter how weak he was. But I never thought he wouldn't even be 40% or 50%."
"It's really boring."
"That is, Miss Yuyan repeatedly warned you not to harm your life. Otherwise, do you think you can still survive?"
After saying that, he turned around, not even looking at Murong Fu who was rushing towards him, and said quietly, "Is there anyone else interested in trying it?"
"But I advise you not to get your hopes up too much."
"Really...that's all."
Snap!
As he said that, he actually took a step forward and walked directly towards Lin Bin and the others, without even glancing at Murong Fu who was rushing towards him with hatred behind him.
Disdain!
Contempt!
Who are you, Murong Fu?
Ahhhhhhhh!
The anger in Murong Fu's heart soared to the extreme, and he almost couldn't help vomiting blood. His eyes were blood red, and even his vision was covered with a layer of blood red.
Wang Yuyan, it’s Wang Yuyan again!
If it weren't for Wang Yuyan, I would have died long ago?
Damn it!!
Damn it!
Damn it!!!
You all deserve to die!!!
I, Murong Fu, am a descendant of the Great Yan royal family. I am destined to restore the Great Yan and become the emperor, but you are like this, like this, like this!!!
This happens again and again!
Do you think I'm easy to bully?!
Ahhhhhhhh!
Kill, kill, kill!!!
Murong Fu's heart was filled with murderous intent. His thoughts almost stopped. He had only one thought: kill! Kill Hai Dafu, kill Feng Yuxiu, and even... kill Wang Yuyan!
Anyone who stands in my way must die!
Damn them all!
Kill them all!
Murong Fu is almost possessed by a demon!
However, a figure suddenly rushed out and stood between him and Feng Yuxiu, causing Murong Fu to pause slightly.
But it was only a moment, and Murong Fu continued to attack. No matter who you are, if you dare to stop me, you should be killed!
"Is this the edge of madness?"
The thug in the suit had a fake smile on his face, but when facing Murong Fu, he even had the leisure to light a cigarette for himself.
Inhale, exhale
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