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

Today is the best stage to witness the results of the secret training over the past year.

At this time.

The army of the Five Mountains Sword Sect has reached the foot of the Black Wood Cliff.

One side is on high alert.

One side is overwhelmed by numbers.

Each has advantages and disadvantages.

But the tense atmosphere left no room for any relaxation.

"Dongfangbai!"

"Strike and die!"

Fei Bin did not hold back and immediately activated his internal energy and shouted.

This is provocation.

It is also a way to show off one's prestige.

"Let's talk about it after you get past me first."

An old man with white hair and beard came out first to fight.

He has a very large body.

Even if old age is already showing.

But still no one dares to underestimate it.

"It turns out to be Elder Xuanwu."

Fei Bin feigned surprise and asked, "Wasn't it rumored that you were seriously ill and planning to retire? So you're still alive?"

"Fei Taibao is very thoughtful."

"Although my old bones are not as strong as before, I can still hold another demon-slaying meeting."

Elder Xuanwu is a veteran of hundreds of battles.

Even if the enemy provokes you on the battlefield, you can counterattack and kill them in an orderly manner.

As for acute illness.

That was the injury he suffered in the previous battle with Dongfang Bubai.

And retire.

It was purely to cooperate with Dongfang Bubai's power seizure.

"Hahaha……"

"Why would an elder need to take action to kill a bug like that?"

Xue Xiangzhu, the Demon Cult's top horizontal training expert, burst out laughing and said arrogantly, "Fei, if you have the guts, come out and fight your grandfather for three hundred rounds. Whoever loses will kneel down and call the other party "Grandpa." How about that?"

Compared to the swearing just now.

Master Xue Xiang's provocation was more direct.

It is also more to the taste of the people in the world.

"Come!"

"It won't take three hundred rounds."

Fei Bin was also domineering and shouted: "Let's fight, whoever loses will die!"

"not bad."

"Xue underestimated you."

Master Xue Xiang looked at Fei Bin with a hint of surprise.

But he still leaped out and came to the center of the field.

"Come and die!"

Master Xue Xiang shouted angrily.

Fei Bin didn't waste any words and shot out with his sword.

At this moment, it was like two armies facing each other.

Xue Xiangzhu and Fei Bin are the vanguard generals.

No one can weaken their own momentum.

A flying sword stab.

An iron fist rushed forward.

choke!

Xue Xiangzhu's iron fist actually broke the Songshan sword technique and knocked away Fei Bin's sword.

Although Fei Bin's sword is not a magic weapon, it is also a valuable weapon.

Ordinary people cannot defend themselves even if they wear leather armor.

Not to mention bare hands.

"Humph!"

Fei Bin was not discouraged, but instead became more eager to fight.

His swordsmanship is the most orthodox of the Songshan lineage.

The atmosphere is solemn, grand and domineering.

In addition, Fei Bin has profound skills and is famous for his imposing manner.

Through mutual evolution, the simple Songshan sword technique actually unleashed the might of thousands of troops.

Choking, choking, choking!

Three consecutive sword moves filled with internal energy were launched.

Master Xue Xiang was beaten back repeatedly.

In the end, the sword technique and murderous intent were instantly unified, and the sword force was like an iron hoof charging.

The rolling yellow sand brought out was even more powerful.

It seemed that Master Xue Xiang was about to have his head pierced through.

The moment of life and death.

Master Xue Xiang used his left palm as a shield and attacked without any hesitation.

However, the target was not Fei Bin, but Fei Bin's sword.

呲!

One smashes down, the other pierces.

The sword instantly pierced the pair of thick, calloused hands.

But at the moment of piercing, Master Xue Xiang actually threw his left hand outwards.

At the same time, his extremely rough right hand performed a certain incomplete move and hit Fei Bin's head as he was running towards him due to inertia.

however.

Fei Bin's palm also whizzed out.

The scorching palm force brutally imprinted on Xue Xiangzhu's chest.

click!

Xue Xiangzhu's heavy palm also shattered Fei Bin's shoulder bone.

The two of them retreated at the same time.

Neither of them held back.

In the end, he even wanted to destroy himself and the enemy together.

The scene was tragic.

The whole audience was silent.

And at this time.

Master Xue Xiang still had Fei Bin's sword on his left hand.

"Great Vajra Palm!"

Fei Bin endured the severe pain in his shoulder and stared at Master Xue Xiang.

He finally understands.

This Master Xue Xiang is a lunatic.

To achieve victory, Self sacrificed a hand.

If he hadn't hidden the trump card of [Songyang Divine Palm], he wouldn't even be qualified to suffer mutual losses.

"It's your turn next."

"Zuo Lengchan."

Elder Xuanwu stood out from the crowd.

As long as we defeat this so-called leader of the Five Mountains.

Then the battle is over.

"Brother Xuanwu, you might as well continue to rest."

"Give me this head?"

A thunderous sound resounded.

About two hundred masters of the Demon Sect wearing dark green brocade robes lined up in four rows and followed the yellow-faced Venerable Jabu and walked out in unison.

They walked shoulder to shoulder, their steps in unison.

Even their expressions are almost identical.

Followed by.

Shangguan Yun also came.

His display was even bigger and more impressive.

Because following behind him were the elite members of the Demon Cult wearing clothes of different colors.

They were in groups of thirty-six.

Red, yellow, green, blue, white, etc.

The flowers are in full bloom and the scene is wonderful.

But vaguely, they were advancing according to an unknown formation.

Not only that.

A large group of lazy masters of the Demon Sect also walked out from the side close to the rapids.

They didn't have a rhythmic pace.

No fancy clothes either.

He even made no sound along the way.

But they just stood there.

A mere three hundred people actually gave the more than a thousand people from the Five Mountains Sword Sect a suffocating feeling that was oppressing their hearts.

This time it's really an ambush from all sides.

There is no chance of survival.