Yue Buqun: My Mount Hua has been time-traveled.

What a fast sword!

In the blink of an eye, the sword light, like a meteor falling to the ground, was already right in front of them.

It moved so fast that only a silvery afterimage remained.

At this moment, the newcomer's face was revealed.

He was dressed in a black, close-fitting outfit, with a cold and stern face, devoid of any emotion in his eyes.

Only the long sword in his hand exuded an intense chill, even more chilling than the raging wind and snow from the outside world.

Yue Buqun's pupils suddenly contracted.

He touched the ground with his toes and swept his body backward.

While avoiding the opponent's sharp edge, the Longevity Sword was in his hand.

As the Purple Cloud Divine Skill was secretly activated, a faint purple aura began to appear between his brows.

A sharp clang rang out.

As their weapons clashed, the two men used their powerful internal energy to forcefully deflect each other's weapons.

Despite missing his first strike, the opponent was not discouraged and swung his sword again.

The sword blade swept through the air, making a faint, almost inaudible whistling sound, and pierced straight for Yue Buqun's heart.

Neat and concise!

There are no complicated variations of moves; all that remains is the most efficient and concise assassination!

He's an assassin!

In just two moves, Yue Buqun had already figured out his opponent's true strength.

Moreover, such ruthless and efficient swordsmanship suddenly reminded him of someone he had never met before.

hooligan!

In the story, his swordsmanship is described as clean, crisp, and concise.

This man in black seemed to be even cleaner and more efficient than Ah Fei.

Its sword tip changed several times, and the sword shadows were dense and interwoven.

Yet there was not a trace of disorder.

Each sword strike was as fast as lightning. Wherever the blade passed, the candlelight flickered violently, completely blocking Yue Buqun's escape routes.

Yue Buqun reacted extremely quickly.

Since transmigrating to this world, he first obtained the Kanli Pill, which greatly improved his Zixia Divine Skill. Now, after diligently practicing the Qingfeng Thirteen Styles for a long time, he has already entered the inner sanctum and grasped the essence of the art.

Their strength is now vastly different from what it used to be.

Now a powerful enemy is attacking.

He was not afraid at all; on the contrary, he was somewhat delighted.

Faced with a dense net of swords, instead of retreating, they advanced, actively closing themselves into the range of the opponent's longswords.

The Longevity Sword shone with a sharp, gleaming light.

The two fought with lightning speed.

The sounds of weapons clashing, as dense as firecrackers, rang out continuously.

A sharp, powerful aura rippled outwards.

The candlelight went out instantly, and the room was now pitch black.

Then, in the blink of an eye, sparks appeared and disappeared repeatedly.

The light reflected off their faces, making them appear to flicker in and out of the darkness.

In the small room, it seemed as if several figures were flashing simultaneously, and soon it became impossible to tell who was who.

A fierce battle lasting dozens of rounds.

Neither side gained any advantage whatsoever.

With the Longevity Sword in hand, Yue Buqun was secretly amazed that his opponent must also possess a divine weapon, as it had been able to withstand so many rounds of attacks from the Longevity Sword.

However, although the opponent's sword moves were sharp, they always stopped abruptly at the crucial moment, quickly withdrawing and retracting. His mastery of power had clearly reached its pinnacle!

But this method...

"You are the only red flower in the Central Plains!"

Yue Buqun suddenly shouted.

He could see clearly that if he couldn't block it, given the opponent's sword style and path, the attack would be exhausted after piercing his throat.

But now that he had blocked it, he felt a little unsatisfied.

This fighting style can only belong to Zhongyuan Yidianhong, who sells swords but not his body!

The other party gave a soft hum and did not reply.

But his sword strikes were even more ferocious than before.

The faint sound of the sword cutting through the air became increasingly piercing to the ears.

On the contrary, after Yue Buqun got used to the opponent's sharp and ruthless swordsmanship, his sword moves slowed down.

He gradually began to regain his rhythm.

Each move flows naturally, alternating between feints and real attacks, with the sword shadow appearing and disappearing intermittently.

Under the flickering candlelight, it was impossible to distinguish which was the real sword and which was just a phantom!

The sword moves are somewhat repetitive compared to before.

But hidden in the subtle details of each move are profound mysteries...

Each swing of the sword brings a completely different change.

Like a gentle breeze, seemingly effortless yet carrying immense power.

This sudden change caused the other person's breathing to become erratic.

Although Yue Buqun's sword moves were slow, the sense of oppression was even stronger.

Like a maggot clinging to a bone, it leaves the opponent no chance to catch their breath.

On the contrary, Yue Buqun had already pushed his Zixia Divine Skill to its limit at this moment.

Its breath is long and its power is inexhaustible.

Without haste or impatience, the Thirteen Styles of Gentle Breeze were executed as smoothly as flowing clouds and water.

The most profound swordsmanship of Mount Hua, in Yue Buqun's hands, made him feel as if he were weaving a giant net.

But at this moment, who is caught in the net?

It was clearly the most ferocious and tyrannical piranha.

Although he only struggled fiercely a few times, he managed to scatter his fishing net to pieces.

But by this time, the other party was already trapped in shallow water and could hardly escape.

He still has plenty of time to reweave and repair the fishing net to make it even more airtight.

In this process of breaking and repairing, Yue Buqun felt that he had a very deep understanding of the Thirteen Styles of Qingfeng.

The arduous training of the past few dozen days has now accumulated into countless flashes of inspiration.

Sure enough, Zhenzhen is still too protective of me. When we sparred and practiced swordsmanship before, she probably didn't dare to use any force at all.

Only a ferocious and powerful enemy like this can force out the true essence of the Qingfeng Thirteen Styles.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

The crisp sound of swords clashing rang out one after another.

The game was still undecided, but the breathing on the other side was becoming increasingly disordered.

Yue Buqun's true energy was long and continuous, like the Yangtze River, flowing endlessly. Combined with his sword techniques, it seemed to appear and disappear, sometimes like drifting clouds and fleeting shadows, sometimes gathering and not releasing, concealing a deadly move.

This seemingly unchanged yet ultimately unchanged...

Not only did it completely neutralize the opponent's deadly moves, but each clash of weapons also caused a numbing sensation in the tendons of the wrist.

What a strange swordsmanship, what profound internal energy!

And this time.

From outside came Hua Zhenzhen's sharp, shrill voice.

"Who dares to launch a night attack on Mount Hua?"

Along with several sounds of light footwork being used to cut through the air, they all rushed towards the direction of Suoyoubuweixuan.

Clearly, Hua Zhenzhen, Ning Zhongze, and the others had already noticed the unusual movements of You Suo Bu Wei Xuan.

The attacker noticed and became even more ferocious with his sword strikes.

They abandoned all defense and went on the offensive, each move aimed directly at Yue Buqun's vital points, attempting to overcome slowness with speed and stability with ruthlessness, hoping for a swift victory.

However, at this moment, Yue Buqun had already seized the initiative in the situation.

The Thirteen Styles of Gentle Breeze were executed with increasing fluidity and ease, making it difficult for the opponent to find a way to break through the stalemate...

Seeing that the other party's mentality finally broke down.

Yue Buqun's gaze sharpened, seizing the opportunity presented by his opponent's eagerness to win. The Longevity Sword seemed to have merged with the sword's shadow.

While parrying the opponent's weapon, he aimed straight for Zhongyuan Yidianhong's wrist!

Zhongyuan Yidianhong's expression suddenly changed. Although he could see the sword's momentum clearly, his internal energy was severely depleted at this moment. In the short time it took him to slow down, his wrist was already hit by the sword.

Blood gushed out, staining the blue bricks of the ground red, and the long sword in his hand clattered to the ground.

His eyes narrowed slightly.

His indifferent face finally showed a hint of emotion, and he turned and rushed towards the door.

However, at that moment, a slender figure was already blocking the doorway.

He shouted, "How dare you be disrespectful to your master! Stay here!"

A sword slashed horizontally.

He showed none of the politeness he displayed when sparring with Yue Buqun; instead, his swordplay was extremely ruthless.

The opponent reacted extremely quickly, moving almost parallel to the ground, completely skimming the earth. While dodging Hua Zhenzhen's fatal sword strike, he rushed out of the house and sped towards the outside of Mount Hua.

The opponent's lightness skill was so superb that it far exceeded Yue Buqun and the others' expectations.

This made Yue Buqun realize why, even when he actively activated the Zixia Divine Skill, he still couldn't find the other party's whereabouts.

It looked like the enemy was about to escape.

He suddenly let out a muffled groan, mixed with the sound of the spring clip being activated.

With a thud.

He collapsed directly into the snowdrift.

"what?"

Hua Zhenzhen couldn't catch up, but discovered that the other party had trapped himself.

A strange look appeared on her face.

Previously, Yue Buqun had placed several animal traps at the top of the mountain, and Hua Zhenzhen hadn't thought much of it at first, but unexpectedly, someone actually triggered them.

Yue Buqun looked at the black-clad man lying on the ground, unable to move.

He sighed, "Zhongyuan Yidianhong, I never imagined that I, Yue Buqun, would be so honored to have the esteemed presence of the world's number one assassin."

"Is he the 'One Red in the Central Plains'?"

Hua Zhenzhen was stunned for a moment, then exclaimed in surprise, "Master, you actually defeated the world's number one assassin?"