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

His sleeves were tightly bound, and the hems of his shirt were very short, barely reaching his knees.

"Master!"

Linghu Chong's hair stood on end.

He has seen all kinds of masters.

He had even witnessed battles of the same magnitude as those between Li Xunhuan and Feng Buping.

But I have never seen such a terrifying swordsman.

as if……

The other party was born to kill.

"You guys leave quickly!"

Sun Xiaohong shouted anxiously.

At this time, she was already furious.

Although the other party was definitely here to kill her, she didn't want to implicate the innocent Linghu Chong and Lu Dayou.

"We're not leaving."

"This is Huashan's territory."

Linghu Chong often makes mistakes, but he can distinguish right from wrong at critical moments.

Even though he knew he couldn't win, he still wanted to delay.

"We can't just stand by and watch someone die."

Lu Dayou also expressed his attitude.

Sun Xiaohong's cheerfulness.

And frank.

Let him feel a spiritual touch that is different from that of a beauty.

"Where is Sun Baifa?"

Jing Wuming slowly drew his sword.

Linghu Chong tried hard to suppress the fear in his heart.

Lu Dayou swallowed hard and gripped the hilt of the sword firmly.

"Grandpa isn't here."

Sun Xiaohong said stubbornly: "This is none of their business. Let them leave and I can take you to see grandpa."

She has the heroic spirit of a woman of the world.

And they have responsibilities far beyond those of men.

For a while.

Jing Wuming admired it very much.

It’s a pity that Sun Xiaohong is the enemy.

The eldest daughter of the Sun family must be killed.

"Since you don't mind bullying the weak."

"Then I won't be polite."

Feng Buping's voice came from far away.

He appeared behind Jing Wuming, at the end of the long street.

Jing Wuming's long, thin hand with protruding bones suddenly tensed up.

Very hard.

Very powerful too.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time."

There was extreme desire in Jing Wuming's eyes.

That is the desire to kill.

It is also a confidence that transcends.

"What a sharp sword."

Feng Buping asked, "How did Shangguan Jinhong do it?"

Now everyone knows that Jing Wuming is Shangguan Jinhong's shadow.

Under the training of Shangguan Jinhong.

Jing Wuming's sword is becoming more and more mysterious.

More and more evil and cold.

A cold light appears.

Jing Wuming didn't answer.

Because he was used to answering with his sword.

"What a terrifying genius!"

Feng Buping exclaimed.

But the murderous intent in his heart grew stronger.

Feng Buping is about ten years older than Jing Wuming.

Strictly speaking, he is Jing Wuming's elder.

But since Jing Wuming did it on the first day, he didn't mind doing it on the fifteenth.

not to mention……

This is at the foot of Mount Hua.

The Jinqian Gang not only blatantly crossed the line, but also wanted to kill Huashan disciples.

How could he tolerate this?

kill!

Jing Wuming doesn't like nonsense.

He responded to Feng Buping with the fastest speed and sharpest sword skills.

A violent storm hit.

Jing Wuming's sword also began to kill.

The two passed by each other.

In an instant, more than twenty swords had clashed.

Every sword is deadly.

Each sword strike is unique.

Turn around.

Heavy rain and strong wind.

Feng Buping already knew that Jing Wuming's swordsmanship was not only vicious and cruel, but also mysterious and strange.

It seemed as if every sword move he made was beyond her expectations.

This is not.

The sword light suddenly appeared.

And suddenly disappeared.

In terms of evil nature, it is completely different from the sword technique of exorcising evil.

This caused Feng Buping's initial offensive stance to gradually evolve into complete defense.

however.

Feng Buping suddenly laughed.

This is such a familiar scene.

The storm came to an end, and everything shrank. At that delicate moment when it condensed to the extreme and life and death were only a thought away, the Unfair Sword bloomed out like the first light of dawn.

"Li Xunhuan~"

Linghu Chong exclaimed.

Because he recognized at a glance that this was the sword technique that Li Xunhuan had used before.

It’s just that Li Xunhuan is a poet and a swordsman.

It is a sword of blooming roses that outshines all others.

Feng Buping is the flood that broke through the dam after the storm.

The two have the same effect.

retreat.

Jing Wuming retreated in embarrassment.

But he only retreated his feet, not Kenshin.

His swordsmanship is like his emotionless and lifeless eyes. He doesn't care about winning or losing, nor does he care about his own life or death.

At this time.

A middle-aged man with a thin face and messy hair appeared.

Even though he was drunk.

Although what he held in his hand was a wooden sculpture, not a throwing knife.

But his appearance still made Jing Wuming's action, which was about to explode, freeze in place.

Thought for a moment.

Jing Wuming turned around and left.

Exceptionally crisp.

He is not afraid of death, but he does not want to die in vain.

The most important thing is that he already knows that Li Xunhuan is here.

He must pass this news to Shangguan Jinhong as quickly as possible.

Because Shangguan Jinhong said:

Among the weapons currently available, the only one that is qualified to kill him is Xiao Li's Flying Dagger.

In Jing Wuming's eyes.

Shangguan Jinhong's life is more valuable than his own.

"Pity."

Feng Buping's face was full of regret.

Sun Baifa, with his head full of white frost, supported the Tianji Stick and slowly walked out of the darkness.

"Yes."

"His sword has gone astray."

Sun Baifa echoed, "Originally, his swordsmanship could surpass Li Xunhuan and Guo Songyang, but he lost track of what he was living for and his swordsmanship has lost its direction."

His steps were light and unsteady.

The breath is also weak.

It was obvious that he was still in a state of serious injury.