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

Bai Tianyu replied bluntly: "I want to see if you can catch my knife."

"Don't say it was me."

"Even Shangguan Jinhong and the others can handle it."

Yue Buqun answered truthfully.

"I know."

Bai Tianyu replied: "Firstly, I want to see how big the gap is between me and the Grandmaster. Secondly, I can't find the way forward and need more direct training."

"He's going to die."

Yue Buqun reminded him.

"It's ok."

"Then I would be honored."

Bai Tianyu felt very sorry.

He came charging forward without stopping.

As a result, there was a slight delay on the road, but he took part in what was probably the most exciting decisive battle in the martial arts world in a hundred years.

His regret made him take a gamble.

"You strike with a knife."

"I'll give you my sword back."

Yue Buqun is also boring.

He likes Bai Tianyu's knife, which can give him a little surprise.

Otherwise, he could only hope for Li Xunhuan's flying knife.

Asking for flowers

however.

Even Li Xunhuan's flying knife.

I'm afraid it's not as amazing as Dongfang Bubai's blood-red embroidery needle.

"it is good!"

Bai Tianyu laughed uncontrollably.

Subsequently.

He gathered his strength on the spot.

The breath keeps rising.

The wind suddenly rises from the ground, and the true energy boils.

However, his strength and will were all concentrated on the Black Abyss Blade.

Yue Buqun was slightly moved.

This aura alone surpasses most of the masters in the world.

Even people of the level of Li Xunhuan and Guo Songyang.

If you encounter such a knife, you can only choose to avoid its edge.

boom!

The knife comes out.

The knife light suddenly cut everything apart.

And the cracks swallowed everything.

A violent and domineering black track extended from the blade.

Black abyss.

The knife lives up to its name.

But what it faced was a cloud of purple clouds.

The myriad rays of light, like immortal traces, swallowed up the extreme black sword energy with the mighty and majestic sword energy, digesting it into nothingness.

"It's actually the sword intent of destruction."

"And he has already condensed the sword energy."

Yue Buqun was full of approval.

Bai Tianyu was much stronger than he had imagined.

It’s a pity that he is ultimately a martial arts master.

“The gap is really huge.”

Bai Tianyu is not like other people.

What he showed was not the misery of defeat, but the helpless sense of inevitability.

His natural unrestrained nature led him to make a crazy decision:

Swing the knife a second time.

The sound of the sword.

The black abyss burst out with a terrifying sound.

And the bleak death.

For Bai Tianyu.

In the end, we will all die.

After death, everything you own and all the emotions you have experienced will be gone.

All of this has become the past.

If that's the case, why should he be upset or admit defeat?

Even if it means death.

He also wants to do it with a bang.

Waved.

Draw your sword.

Yue Buqun's sword was very fast.

It is both Yangwu sword technique and Xiyi sword technique.

It is also a sword that punishes foolishness and bears witness to unrepentance.

Heiyuan's sword energy was shattered again.

But just as the sword was about to pierce Bai Tianyu.

A bright sword light, like a waning moon on the top of a mountain, rushed towards them.

disappointment.

Silence.

remorse.

This is a knife with complex emotions.

It was also the first sword that Yue Buqun had ever seen in his life.

Yang Wu Xiyi's sword energy was shattered.

Yue Buqun stood still.

But the person who launched the sneak attack had already knocked the confused Bai Tianyu off the cliff with one palm.

Knife.

Machete.

Full Moon Scimitar.

The legendary small building listens to the spring rain all night.

Yue Buqun instantly knew that the person in front of him was the former leader of the Rakshasa Sect who had disappeared for nearly 30 years and the world's best swordsman, Bai Xiaolou.

Bai Tianyu's father.

No wonder he's here.

No wonder he couldn't help but take action after hiding from the world for so many years.

"Are you willing to leave the mountain?"

Yue Buqun looked at the white-haired man who was once the best swordsman.

The small building listened to the spring rain all night.

Sure enough.

But the entire martial arts world had never expected the ruthlessness and death knife of the past.

Now it has turned into a knife of love and regret.

"I shouldn't have come."

“But I have to come.”

Bai Xiaolou looked towards the place where Bai Tianyu fell, his eyes filled with sorrow.

Chapter 142 Full Moon Scimitar

Madam Ruoliu died, and Bai Xiaolou's heart left with her.

He gave up the throne of leader.

He gave up all fame, wealth and power.

He even sealed away his favorite evil sword.

however.

He also has a wife.

There are also two sons and a daughter.

finally.

He survived with his body without a heart.

Living numbly like a zombie.

Live a simple and pure life.

Until the eldest son grew up.

This eldest son, who was so much like him in every way, brought color back to his dead heart.

"So you picked up the knife again."

Yue Buqun looked at Bai Xiaolou.

Sigh.

curious.

It's a pity.

It’s a pity that Dongfang Bubai didn’t get to see such swordsmanship.

Otherwise he would also be amazed.

"no way."

Bai Xiaolou shook away the remaining snow in front of him.