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

The divine sword slash is not just one strike.

It evolved from the crescent moon scimitar.

It is a complete and terrifying swordsmanship system.

The bursting blade light turned into blade auras, and the extremely hard ground was easily cut like tofu.

The earth is shaking.

The heart is trembling.

Even the sword's will was trembling.

Swift sword in the wind!

Feng Buping used his most proud move.

In terms of speed, he is not afraid of the divine sword.

Compared with exquisiteness, he is even more worthy.

However, the attacks were so dense and heavy like a rain of sword lights that it took three or four swords to dissolve one sword aura.

snort!

In the end, Feng Buping was one move away from winning.

Retreat in embarrassment.

This time, the number of steps retreated directly rose to three.

Yue Buqun finally showed his first trace of emotion.

The last cut.

This is the sword that shines on Mount Hua.

It is also a sword that can destroy everything in its path.

At this moment, there is only this thing and this color in the world.

All things in the world are my sword only.

Broken knife style.

Feng Buping barely managed to perform the sword-breaking style.

He saw the weakest point of the knife.

He instantly grasped the possibility of breaking through with this knife.

But the sword stabbed sideways.

With the greatest strength.

Unleash the strongest internal force.

But Feng Buping still paid a huge price.

Not only was he thrown into the air, but his face turned pale when he landed.

"master."

"Senior brother."

Linghu Chong, Cheng Buyou and others rushed over.

"I am fine."

Feng Buping stretched out his hand and made a gesture to say don't come over.

Then sit cross-legged on the spot and regulate your breathing.

a long time.

Feng Bufang exhaled a breath of bloody turbid air.

"Thank you, Master, for showing mercy."

Feng Buping was very sad.

You have to know that Yue Buqun uses a knife.

And it was the first time that he used someone else's swordsmanship.

If it were replaced with a sword.

I'm afraid he will die within three moves.

It was in vain that he thought his martial arts had reached the pinnacle and was rare in the world.

Now I realize how superficial I was.

For a while.

He no longer had the desire to challenge Bai Tianyu.

"Is Bai Tianyu so strong?"

Linghu Chong said unwillingly, "The master's skills are so profound and incomparable to Bai Tianyu's."

In his eyes, Feng Buping was among the top three below Grandmaster.

How could we lose so badly?

"Shut up."

"Master, you only used 30% of your strength just now."

Feng Buping knew that his disciples were protecting him.

Rao is so.

You can't question or challenge the leader.

Quiet.

There was dead silence.

Yue Buqun didn't feel much, and said: "The internal energy I used just now may be a bit too much, but it's about the same."

Feng Qingyang added: "I'm afraid it has 80% of Bai Tianyu's power, maybe even 90%."

"Ah."

The quality of Yue Buqun's true qi is indeed not comparable to Bai Tianyu's.

Therefore the same amount of cultivation.

Yue Buqun can completely defeat Bai Tianyu.

in this case.

Feng Buping really suffered a loss.

"That is not bad."

Feng Buping restored some information.

If Yue Buqun's swordsmanship just now could simulate 90% of Bai Tianyu's combat power.

Then just give him a year to practice Dugu Nine Swords hard.

By then we should be evenly matched.

Unfortunately, the world is so unfortunate.

"Declaration of war."

"Guo Songyang's declaration of war."

Weng Shaocong came running over waving a letter.

Weng Shaocong can be said to be the oldest among the new generation of Huashan.

But his mind is immature.

I would go down the mountain to visit relatives every once in a while.

Especially his four ancestors who treated him very well and never let anyone bully him.

"What's the matter?"

Cong Buqi flew over and snatched the letter.

Gold writing with blood words.

Guo family battle post.

The content inside is very simple.

Guo Songyang admired Feng Buping's swordsmanship and wanted to learn it from him.

"He really knows how to pick the time."

Cheng Buyou was speechless.

The blood-stained words written in gold represent, to some extent, a fight to the death.

It can be said to be the highest honor in Jianghu duels.

"Three days later."

"On the summit of Huashan Falling Wild Goose Peak, does he want to learn the Huashan Sword Contest?"

Cong Buqi gritted his teeth.

Because at this level, if you reject a challenge, it is basically considered as an active surrender.

"Why choose the moment when the master is injured?"

Linghu Chong clenched his fists.

But he didn't dare to blame Yue Buqun.

I can only lament Feng Buping's bad luck.

The others also looked at Feng Buping who was still sitting cross-legged.

"It doesn't matter."

Yue Buqun's body became weak and dazed.

When everyone looked carefully, Yue Buqun had appeared behind Feng Buping.

At the same time, both palms were pressed on Feng Buping's back.

The innate purple qi was continuously supplied into it.

After a hundred breaths.

Yue Buqun retracted his palm.

Feng Buping's face also showed a bit more color.

"Big brother."

"Practice with me for the next three days."

Yue Buqun wanted to give Feng Buping some special treatment.

It is also a continuous treatment and compensation for Feng Buping.

If I had known this would happen.

He just kept it to himself.

of course.

He thought Feng Buping dared to take the initiative.

He must have mastered the Broken Sword Style to a great degree and was more than capable of protecting himself.

That's why he lost himself in thought.

"it is good."

Feng Buping nodded slightly.