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

“I composed the music.”

Yue Buqun is very proud.

"You actually have talent in this area?"

Dongfang Bubai was very surprised.

It’s like being brothers for many years and only then realizing that your best friend has some unique skills.

Yue Buqun asked in reply, "Do you think the legend of the lingering fairy music on Mount Hua is groundless?"

"Ok."

Dongfang Bubai was a little disappointed.

Yue Buqun took out his bamboo flute and asked bluntly, "How about I play this piece of music I just composed that no one else knows about?"

I have been a plagiarist so many times.

I don't mind fooling one more person.

"my pleasure."

Dongfang Bubai tied the flower mouth into a knot.

The white little hand was resting on the scroll, supporting her chin.

An attitude of strong interest and listening attentively.

A unique melody is delivered.

Sad.

Ethereal.

Deep.

Dongfang Bubai seemed to be blindfolded.

Only telepathy remains in this world.

But he was soon covered in wounds.

The heart gradually dies.

Just like running water, it can't come back.

The ambitions, loves and dreams of the past have all become ironies at this moment.

Even now.

He also did it reluctantly for the last obsession in his heart.

“Good song.”

Dongfang Bubai sighed, "You've really put a lot of effort into winning."

"wrong."

"This isn't a farewell song for you."

Yue Buqun shook his head and said, "If it's a true funeral song, I still have it."

The Ming Dynasty funeral song instinctively emerged in his mind.

The essence of the song is really stimulating.

"no need."

"I believe in your talent."

Dongfang Bubai's heart was hurt once.

But I don't want it to happen again before a life-and-death battle.

He folded the embroidery neatly and elegantly, placing it aside before sighing, "If I weren't a member of the Demonic Cult, I'd have a lot in common with you."

"This doesn't need to be a demonic cult."

Yue Buqun replied: "Many people who share common language and interests not only fail to become close friends, but instead become enemies and kill each other."

"Like us?"

Dongfang Bubai smiled.

But the smile was a little bleak and sad.

At this time.

A sword sound rose up into the sky.

And on another mountain peak, sword intent also rose into the sky.

Yue Buqun and Dongfang Bubai's expressions changed slightly and they looked over.

Dongfang Bubai asked, "Are you just going to let these scoundrels run rampant?"

Yue Buqun asked, "Aren't there many so-called righteous people lying in ambush in the mountains?"

"In that case..."

Dongfang Bubai asked, "Why don't we get rid of those bugs first, and then compete wholeheartedly?"

"can."

"I had the same thought originally, but I was afraid you would think I didn't respect you."

Yue Buqun was also calm.

After all, if you take the initiative to start a killing spree before the battle, and then come to the competition covered in blood and in less than complete condition, it will easily be regarded as contempt.

"That won't happen."

Dongfang Bubai seemed to sense something and suggested, "How about one stick of incense?"

"can."

"I'm looking forward to the faces of those people when they see you."

Yue Buqun had long wanted to see the Shaolin bald monks suffer.

The Songshan sect did evil.

They secretly supported and condoned it.

The Money Gang swept across the world, wiping out entire families at will.

They sit back and watch, or even allow things to develop without restraint, intending to wrest control of the world.

Now they want to be the ones who benefit from it and Dongfang Bubai.

This is intolerable, what else is not intolerable?

Now it's their turn to suffer.

"Hahaha……"

"You and I can really be bosom friends."

Dongfang Bubai laughed heartily.

His body was like a red evil wind, sweeping directly into the mountains.

"My enemy..."

What Yue Buqun cared about was not the battle situation at Yunv Peak.

With Feng Qingyang, Sun Baifa, Li Xunhuan, Feng Buping, Hu Bugui, Li Fengxian, Bai Feifei and others in charge, even if the Jinqian Gang or the Songshan School came out in full force, it would be impossible to capture Huashan.

Instead, it was the group of people who ambushed him on his way back.

As disgusting as a fly.

It makes him want to deal with it quickly.

"One stick of incense time?"

"That should be enough."

Yue Buqun then actually jumped down directly.

He was very familiar with this game of going down the mountain at super high speed.

People are like golden geese.

The divine eyes are in the sky.

Quickly locked onto a group of people who were ambushing on the road to Yunv Peak.

Four old men.

A royal robe.

Two stunning beauties.

Along with Yue Buqun's fall.

Seven people were shocked.

Even though he saw who was coming, the fear on his face did not diminish in the slightest.

"Are you surprised?"

"Is it surprising?"

Yue Buqun really appreciated this kind of humor.

"Yue Buqun?"

"Aren't you supposed to be dueling?"

"Is the Huashan Sword Contest just a conspiracy?"

The seven great masters of the Rakshasa Cult looked at each other.

No one can accept the fact.

"The four elders."

"Two great princesses and a heavenly king."

Yue Buqun laughed and said, "The Rakshasa Cult really thinks highly of me, Yue."

"No matter how."

Elder Jin roared, "Today, either you die or we die."

The Rakshasa Cult is about to march into the Central Plains.

In addition to Shaolin and Wudang, Huashan is the third obstacle.

Among them, Yue Buqun, who independently supported Huashan, was the one who must be eliminated.

Add to that the grudges from the previous Wengjiazhuang incident.

Therefore, the Rakshasa Demon Cult can be said to have come out in full force this time.

He intended to kill Yue Buqun at Luoyan Peak after the Huashan Sword Meeting.

Never suffer from future troubles.

The blue-clothed beauty bowed and promised, "If Sect Leader Yue is willing to cooperate with our Rakshasa Sect, we can both taste it."

If there is a kind of beauty in this world that can make a man give up everything.

Then she must be one of them.

Her beauty reminded Yue Buqun of Lin Xian'er.

Because even a blind person would instantly fall at her feet just by hearing her enchanting voice and smelling the intoxicating body fragrance coming from her body.

"I am also willing to do so."

The beautiful woman in yellow beside her is even more gentle.

She is another kind of beauty.

It was obviously cold as ice, even giving people a sense of awe and inviolability.