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

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But the black and white pieces on the chessboard had already flown out.

It's a hidden weapon.

Like a rain of swords.

This is his last means of self-preservation.

I don’t know how many righteous masters have fallen under this move.

However, Bai Feifei's body really was like a ghost.

It suddenly turned at a very fast speed.

Perfectly avoid all chess piece plots.

呲!

An extremely crisp sound was heard.

Hei Baizi let out a shrill scream.

The chessboard, forged from special materials and capable of blocking powerful weapons, fell to the ground.

I saw Hei Baizi's hands hanging down.

Seemingly powerless.

But two streams of blood flowed down his arms from near his shoulders.

The amount of bleeding is extremely high.

I'm afraid it's not as simple as puncturing a blood vessel.

"It's noisy."

Bai Feifei clapped her jade palm.

Hei Baizi was knocked unconscious on the spot.

Wait for him to turn around.

The battle on the other side was also coming to an end.

The strength of the two new four elders is not as good as the previous ones.

Although he is a rare expert.

But in reality, his strength is just first-rate in the martial arts world and at the bottom of the weapons list.

Under the joint stranglehold of two mid-range weapons.

Passive everywhere.

break!

Break, break, break!

The two of them worked together to perform Chaos Break.

Force the red to break through the two people's defense.

Feng Buping rushed in quickly and stabbed Elder Xuanwu with his sword.

After the joint attack, Cheng Buyou and Cong Buqi suddenly split into two groups, one using the deadly Three Immortal Swords and the other using the Huashan sword technique.

Under the double strangulation, dozens of sword marks were left on Elder Qinglong's body.

at the same time.

The new Xuanwu elder, who had not yet recovered his breath, was also killed by the fierce wind and swift sword.

"Brothers."

"Leave this man to me."

Bai Feifei mentioned Hei Baizi and said, "I have to go back to look after Senior Sister Ning and the children."

"Go."

"We are here."

Feng Buping stepped on a long sword that was forged from an unknown material.

Look into the distance.

The fierce sword intent seemed to be a provocation.

But it's more of an invitation.

"Humph!"

"If you're playing tricks, come up here if you can."

Feng Buping was extremely disdainful.

Then he was too lazy to clean up.

Just sit down and regulate your breathing.

the other side.

Jing Wuming walked along the forest path with a frown and a gloomy face.

His target was the rear area of Huashan.

That is where Ju'an Tower and Qinyun Cottage are.

Originally he was acting together with Blue Scorpion.

But the Blue Scorpion saw something or sensed something, and left the team halfway.

Sudden.

He stopped.

"Let's go back."

Hu Bugui's voice rang out.

"You want to die?"

There was a cold light in Jing Wuming's eyes.

"You can't kill me."

"But I can hold you back for a long time."

Hu Bugui’s answer was simple and heartbreaking.

Because now for Jing Wuming.

Time is the most precious thing.

"You are too confident."

Jing Wuming said coldly: "This will cost you your life."

"Not necessarily."

Hu Bugui sneered.

This is sarcasm, but also confidence.

"Sending you on your way."

"please."

The two peerless masters happily drew their swords.

Start tit-for-tat.

Compete with each other.

Huashan.

The ancestral land of the Sword Sect.

Feng Qingyang sat in front of the hall holding a sword.

He left Yunv Peak.

There must be a reason for being alone here.

"Shangguan Jinhong, nice to meet you, Senior Feng."

A loud voice sounded.

Shangguan Jinhong walked slowly and steadily.

Every step is so solid.

Every step is so powerful.

He seemed to be on the offensive.

But it's more of a test.

"Come on."

Feng Qingyang's tone was flat.

His cultivation has reached the same level as him and Shangguan Jinhong.

You can only express yourself freely in a safe and open environment.

This can also ensure that fellow disciples will not be accidentally injured.

"Shangguan Jinhong."

Feng Qingyang looked at Shangguan Jinhong and asked, "Your internal energy isn't from the Central Plains, is it from the Rakshasa sect? Or from Southern Xinjiang?"

Shangguan Jinhong didn't answer.

Still serious.

"Ok."

"Anyway, your cultivation level has exceeded my expectations."

Feng Qingyang was too lazy to care.

"Senior, as a sword master, surprisingly has such profound cultivation."

"Jin Hong was even more surprised."

Shangguan Jinhong did not lie, nor did he bother to lie.

"There's no longer any distinction between the Sword Sect and the Qi Sect these days."

Feng Qingyang slowly stood up.

"Yes."

"Huashan was once so prosperous, yet it fell into Shaolin's scheme to sow discord."