Fu Yu’s running stirred up a whistling wind, and as his storage soul tool flashed with light, a training iron sword was already in his hand.
Furthermore, accompanying the adjustment of his breathing and respiration, the Sword Heart Art began to circulate naturally.
Fu Yu’s eyes gradually returned to calm from the excitement before the fight, until there wasn’t a ripple left.
Tranquil Water Sword Heart.
With Fu Yu’s high-speed run, he quickly approached the guards’ defensive circle.
At this moment, a sharp-eyed guard saw this scene and hurriedly shouted: “Please go back quickly, it’s dangerous here!” The guard’s warning had just arisen when Fu Yu, relying on the enhanced sensory focus of the Tranquil Water Sword Heart, quickly found a gap.
Accompanying a deep breath, he stomped his feet hard and pointed the iron sword in his hand forward.
The sword’s edge tore through the gale, and the sound of the sword ringing shocked the surroundings.
Fu Yu’s entire person was like an arrow off the bowstring, carrying an unstoppable Aura as he entered the formation like a thunderbolt.
Sword Opening Style, Instant Dust!
This was the fastest and most precise sword strike among the twenty-one Sword Forms.
The Sword Qi condensed at the tip of the sword was like a hot knife cutting through butter; two Flame-Breath Demon Wolves were instantly decapitated.
Fu Yu, who had charged into the wolf pack, immediately attracted the attention of many high-age Demon Wolves.
Their wolf eyes revealed deep malice, and firelight sprayed out as they breathed through their mouths and noses.
Under the command of the century-old Demon Wolves’ howls, several Demon Wolves opened their bloody maws at the same time, baring their inch-long canines and pouncing towards Fu Yu from all directions.
The century-old Demon Wolves stood where they were, their breathing speed noticeably increasing.
Sparks splashed everywhere, and their wolf bellies swelled visibly to the naked eye.
The firelight between their interlocking teeth became increasingly obvious.
Seizing the moment when Fu Yu was being attacked by the pack of wolves, a dozen-meter-long column of red flame was spat out.
The scorching high temperature directly baked the nearby weeds until they turned withered yellow, instantly igniting them.
“Hoo!” Fu Yu took another breath, his eyes remaining as calm as an ancient well, without a shred of panic at being surrounded.
However, the long sword in his hand no longer had the fierce sharpness it possessed during the Sword Opening Style: Instant Dust.
His arm guided the sword’s edge to be void and unburdened, yet it could perfectly deflect each of the pouncing Demon Wolves one by one.
Sword Defensive Style, Weeping Willow.
All of the Demon Wolves’ offensives were like a spring breeze blowing across ten thousand hanging willow branches; though the attacks were fierce, they could not cause any damage.
While deflecting the nearby Demon Wolves, Fu Yu’s gaze tightened once more.
Following the conclusion of the Weeping Willow sword style, his arm drove the long sword to dance in a mysterious arc again, meeting the column of fire spraying toward him head-on.
Sword Defensive Style, Orchid.
Unlike Weeping Willow, although both are defensive sword styles, Weeping Willow is more about using softness to overcome hardness, defending against physical attacks, whereas Orchid mainly deals with energy attacks, or rather, spirit power attacks.
In an instant, a thin protective shield faintly appeared in front of Fu Yu, and the surging column of fire was thus blocked to both sides by Orchid.
In the caravan.
Two adults, two children, and one bird were all watching the battle with rapt attention, occasionally letting out exclamations of admiration.
Elder Wu tugged forcefully at his beard, becoming increasingly curious about Fu Yu’s origins.
“Qingyun, we really underestimated this child, Fu Yu.
He truly has the confidence.” “Tsk, this set of sword techniques is too comprehensive.
Which Family does Fu Yu actually come from to be able to summarize such profound sword techniques?
The Seven Kill Sword Technique in our Sect is far inferior in this regard.” Elder Wu turned his head to look at Ning Qingyun at this moment.
“Qingyun, judging from this information, can you deduce the forces behind Fu Yu?” Ning Qingyun shook his head at Elder Wu with a smile.
“I did indeed underestimate him, but Elder Wu, I cannot answer your question.
I cannot, and I do not want to.” “The reason I cannot is that over these ten thousand years, there have been too many Titled Douluo with sword Spirits.
Every one of them has their own summarized sword techniques, and all of them could have established a Family; there are too many possibilities.” Speaking to this point, Ning Qingyun paused: “As for not wanting to, it’s very simple.
I quite like this child, Fu Yu.
Since he does not want to reveal his background, I, as his uncle, do not want to pry too much.” At this moment, Ning Tian, who was beside him, suddenly grabbed Ning Qingyun’s hand and exclaimed.
“Daddy, look quickly, is Brother Xiaoyu in danger?” Touching Ning Tian’s head, Ning Qingyun smiled.
“Rest assured, Daddy is here, I won’t let Brother Xiaoyu get hurt.” While speaking, a glowing and colorful Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda appeared in his other hand, and at the same time, seven spirit rings with the best configuration rose beneath his feet.
On Fu Yu’s side, the iron sword in his hand finally couldn’t withstand the long-term high load and eventually broke under the pressure.
Looking at the sword body with only a small half left in his hand, there was not much surprise in Fu Yu’s eyes.
Under the Tranquil Water Sword Heart, the durability of the sword in his hand was completely under his control.
It was originally just an ordinary iron sword bought from the caravan guards; it was already quite good that it could accompany him in battle for so long.
Fu Yu looked at the Demon Wolves that were surrounding him again and simply discarded the broken sword in his hand.
He set up a stance for close-quarters combat, his left hand imitating a sword, his right hand forming a fist.
This was the opening stance of the Taixu Sword Form, Crescent Moon.
The fourth rhyme of Taixu Sword Qi, the Soul Rhyme, is to be well-versed in the Dao of the sword, unrestricted by form; fists, palms, fingers, and legs can all be swords, and all can use Sword Forms to face the enemy.
Although Fu Yu was far from reaching the Realm of comprehending the Sword Soul, he could still use the Cun Xin Fist Technique summarized by the Immortal Fu Hua to face the enemy.
The Cun Xin Fist Technique and the Taixu Sword Form originate from the same lineage; both were integrated by the Immortal Fu Hua with a supreme martial arts Realm, and the two can be switched freely.
Fu Yu exhaled and shouted, red-gold flames beginning to bind around his hands, forming streams of fire upon his knuckles.
It was just that the temperature of the flames at this moment was lowered a little; the reputation of Ultimate Fire was still a bit too great.
At this moment, a Demon Wolf could no longer hold back and pounced directly over.
And the other Demon Wolves, under its lead, followed one after another.
Seeing this scene, as Fu Yu’s feet opened and closed, Crescent Moon transformed into another fist technique.
“Inch Force, Rock Shatter!” The fierce fist force directly smashed the pouncing wolf’s head, and the scorching fire streams penetrated into its mouth and nose in an instant, emitting bursts of blue smoke.
Such a scene directly caused the subsequent Demon Wolves to stop in their tracks, slowly retreating, their eyes filled with fear.
Accompanying such huge losses, the prey side was still orderly, and not a single person had died.
Seeing this, the Alpha Wolf could only howl mournfully, calling for its kin to retreat.
The remaining Demon Wolves could only obey the order to retreat back into the forest, leaving behind dozens of wolf corpses.
Watching the wolf pack retreat, Fu Yu returned to the campsite, meeting the awe and admiration in the eyes of the many caravan guards.
Coming to meet him were the two little ones, Ning Tian and Wu Feng, who was holding Red Phoenix, running toward him with cheers.
“Brother Xiaoyu, you are so amazing!” The emotion Ning Tian gave was always very spot-on, her golden eyes full of stars.
As for Wu Feng, who was holding Red Phoenix, although she didn’t say anything, the admiration hidden in her red eyes was actually quite obvious.
At this moment, Ning Qingyun and Elder Wu were also smiling, walking over while clapping.
“Amazing, amazing!
Based on the combat power just displayed, an average Spirit Elder might not even be able to compare!” Feeling the gazes of everyone, Fu Yu scratched his head a bit embarrassedly: “I rushed over just now without getting Uncle Ning’s permission; I apologize first.” At this moment, Ning Qingyun looked at the bloodstains and dirt on Fu Yu’s body, then looked down at the two little ones surrounding him.
“Alright, you two should not disturb Xiaoyu.
What he needs now is to clean up and rest; you can come find him later.” At the same time, a beam of light was emitted from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda in his hand, shining onto Fu Yu’s body.
Fu Yu only felt that the spirit power he had consumed during the battle just now had already recovered to its original state in a short amount of time.
“Rest well; after passing the Jingyang Mountain Range, we will soon arrive at Mingdu.”