Yue Buqun: I'm already cultivating immortality, why would I still want to be the leader?

In short, Yue Buqun's scope of interests is extremely wide.

As a result, the time he spent on cultivation was far less than the outside world imagined.

"But my husband." "You should say less of this kind of thing in the future."

Ning Zhongze gave a kind reminder.

Yue Buqun smiled but said nothing.

Huashan has always been a place where capable people live, not just strong people.

Otherwise, the previous leader of Huashan would not be Ning Qingyu, but Feng Qingyang.

"Husband."

"When do you think Li Xunhuan will come?"

Ning Zhongze finally asked the question that expressed his greatest curiosity.

Compared to the children.

She is a little more stable.

But in the end, it concerns the honor of Huashan, Feng Buping's swordsmanship, and Lin Shiyin's madness.

Too many implications.

Can't afford to lose.

"Three hours is enough for a master like him to recover his spirit."

"But to fully recover my internal strength, I'm afraid I'll have to wait another four hours."

Yue Buqun looked at the scorching sun that was still hanging low in the sky.

The Li family is a family of martial arts.

Even if the internal skills are not the best in the world.

That is at least at the same level as the original Zixia magic.

Therefore, the recovery speed should not be much slower.

"Only four hours."

Ning Zhongze looked towards the mountain peak and murmured, "Senior Brother Feng's sword sharpening has also reached a critical moment. Both of them are fully committed to making the final preparations for this peak showdown."

"indeed."

"This will be a rare kendo feast."

Yue Buqun deeply agreed with this.

Unconscious.

Even he was looking forward to it.

Chapter 090: Poetry and Sword

Thousands of miles of purple clouds.

The sea of clouds is vast.

Mount Huashan under the setting sun exudes an indescribable beauty.

Li Xunhuan walked slowly up the stairs.

Step by step.

Every step is so firm.

Every step is so sincere.

Because he has a reason to win today.

Because he wanted to explain everything to Lin Shiyin.

The moment Lin Shiyin chose to become a monk.

His worldview shattered.

And Lin Shiyin is the last salvation of this broken world.

"Your steps are heavy."

Feng Buping, who had been waiting for a long time, held the sword.

He spent a long time sharpening his sword in the sea of clouds.

Hone the sword intent to become more pure.

Make your faith stronger.

“It represents my determination.”

Li Xunhuan spoke in a calm tone.

"It seems like you have to win today."

Feng Buping smiled spontaneously.

If it were before.

Even if Li Xunhuan didn't use the flying knife, he would still be no match for him.

But the Gale Sword touched the level of the Quick Sword's sword intent, especially after comprehending the second level of sword energy.

Feng Buping's sword heart was extremely condensed.

"If you and I are not enemies, then we are definitely brothers."

Li Xunhuan sighed.

"I feel the same way."

Feng Buping did not deny it.

"pity……"

"Destiny can't steal ifs."

Yue Buqun murmured in a low voice.

But everyone present is a top master in the world.

Naturally, I took these words to heart.

Li Xunhuan's palms trembled slightly when he heard this, and Feng Buping's eyes became brighter.

other people.

Especially the women on the scene.

The look in his eyes when he looked at Yue Buqun was somewhat intriguing.

"Cough cough..."

Feng Qingyang coughed dryly a few times.

He asked Li Xunhuan, "Have you thought it through?"

"Yes."

"This time, I left all the throwing knives in the inn."

While Li Xunhuan was answering, he slowly pulled out the Butterfly Love Flower, which he had rarely used and even rarely touched in the past two years.

Thereafter.

Li Xunhuan ignored Feng Qingyang533.

He no longer tried to understand Yue Buqun.

He looked at the sword and said, "The sword's name, Die Lian Hua, is the title of the first ci poem written by Li."

"The sword's name is unfair."

"The whole body is made of black iron."

"This sword does not seek justice in the world, but only peace in the heart."

Feng Buping also took out his famous sword.

The two people's eyes met at this moment.

this moment.

Li Xunhuan understood Feng Buping's sword.

Feng Buping also understood Li Xunhuan's heart.

But there was no mutual admiration between the two, there was only a pure clash of sword intent.

Suddenly.

Feng Buping moved.

The sword moves that seemed to swallow and spit, slow but actually fast, swept over.

This sword is like a poisonous snake.

Everything could be an illusion.

The only real killing move is the sword.

Li Xunhuan had already taken action.

His sword was swift, but even more amazing was its poetic power.

All the sword moves are like petals, tightly wrapping the core of the sword body.

He is like a gentle older brother, protecting his younger sister.

The tenderness hidden in the sword is expressed in a unique poetic and picturesque way.

Unable to attack.

Can't be broken.

The Unfair Sword suddenly reflected the afterglow of the setting sun.

The cold light meets the sunset and mixes together.

Sudden brilliance.

This light seemed to make Li Xunhuan lose himself and his protection.

however.

The Uneven Sword extended to the end, and what was clearly the hilt of Dielianhua's sword.

broken.

Li Xunhuan broke Feng Buping's incredible sword move.

What followed was the display of sword moves.

This sword is still so wonderful and beautiful.

Like a rose blooming.

She instantly outshined all the others.

Feng Buping's sword seemed to be suppressed by its light, becoming softer and more reserved.

Li Xunhuan's eyes gleamed brightly.

Close hand.

Li Xunhuan's swordsmanship was also unable to break through the defensive moves of the Kuangfeng Sword.

Feng Buping reorganized the offensive.

He abandoned all sophistication and gave up all prosperity.

Just want a quick one.