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

In this way, he suppressed the shock and fear in his heart.

The news that Jing Wuming defeated Guo Songyang had already spread.

Now he is second on the weapons list, higher than Feng Buping and Taoist Chongxu.

"Zuo Lengchan."

"You will definitely die today!"

Shangguan Fei knew that Jing Wuming would come.

This was specially assigned by Shangguan Jinhong.

Although there is a sense of distrust in Shangguan Fei here, this is the Shangguan Jinhong that everyone is most familiar with and who has planned everything.

"I was just wondering what it is that earned you the number two spot on the Weapon List."

Zuo Lengchan's martial arts skills have improved in recent years.

But it is only limited to internal strength.

His skills and insights are far behind those of his contemporaries.

however.

This does not hinder his confidence.

"I will fulfill your folly."

Jing Wuming drew out the black sheathed sword.

The cold sword light shocked everyone in Songshan.

"kill!"

Zuo Lengchan shouted angrily.

Almost at the same time, Lu Bai set off the fireworks.

But Shangguan Fei was well prepared.

When the fireworks had just risen to a height of five or six feet, they were covered by dozens of blooming plum blossom hidden weapons.

But the fireworks sent by Dante Mian to retreat for help had already successfully exploded.

"Plum Blossom Old Nun!"

Zuo Lengchan roared.

This is Plum Blossom Temple.

The abbess of the nunnery, Master Meihua, is proficient in plum blossom divination.

The plum blossom dart is her signature weapon.

indifferent.

pitch black.

Profound.

Such a sword light.

So deadly.

Jing Wuming's sword was completely beyond Zuo Lengchan's imagination.

when!

The sound of the collision resounded throughout the world.

Even though the two sides were more than four meters apart.

Even though Zuo Lengchan was on the defensive, he had enough time to react.

But Zuo Lengchan was still almost killed instantly.

The sword intent as lonely as the starry sky rushed towards him.

More than thirty years of refined cultivation.

The perfect Songshan sword technique.

It collapsed the moment it touched.

Zuo Lengchan suffered repeated defeats.

The sword light continued.

Still so desolate.

Still so ruthless.

Like a miniature meteor, it flew straight to the place where Zuo Lengchan must be rescued.

An extreme coldness and a bit of pure yang suddenly exploded in this world.

This move is very similar to the Songshan version of Chaos Break.

I guess Zuo Lengchan had this realization after seeing it many times.

As for the name.

That is definitely not the breaking of chaos.

But these are secondary.

What shocked Zuo Lengchan the most was that Jing Wuming only took a small step back after this move.

What appeared on his face was not surprise, but delight.

The joy of seeing prey.

"run!"

Zuo Lengchan turned around and ran without thinking.

He has realized his own folly.

He also knew that if he continued to fight with Jing Wuming, he would surely die.

Jing Wuming chased after him relentlessly.

He is a killer.

The shadow of Shangguan Jinhong.

Even if his lightness skill is not the best in the world, it is still eye-catching.

I was plotted against by the Songshan Sect in the past, and I must take revenge today.

You chase me.

Perseverance.

Jing Wuming is like a thorn in the flesh.

Because of the previous outburst, Zuo Lengchan's true energy has not been at its peak.

In addition, there is the disadvantage in lightness skills.

The distance between the two sides is getting closer and closer.

Ten feet.

Eight feet.

Five feet.

Jing Wuming's deadly sword is about to shine.

Suddenly.

Zuo Lengchan suddenly took a leap.

Turn around and reverse.

My feet are resting on the trunk of a century-old tree.

boom!

The tree trunk could not withstand the sudden explosion of true qi.

It exploded with a loud bang.

Zuo Lengchan's body counterattacked with an unyielding attitude.

After a sword light swept across the sky and earth.

Jing Wuming flew backwards.

But when it falls to the ground, it has the fluttering and lightness of fallen leaves.

"sucker Punch."

Jing Wuming approved of Zuo Lengchan's counterattack.

But I still feel that Zuo Lengchan is making a last-ditch effort.

"kill!"

"Kill, kill, kill!"

Zuo Lengchan had completely forgotten himself.

In this matter, he was like a god of death, but more like a mad dog.

Crazy.

Evil spirit.

The heart-pounding icy sword energy rolled in.

Jing Wuming just looked at Zuo Lengchan, with an intriguing light shining in his eyes.

But his hand had already instinctively swung out the sword.

Request flowers0

It's still that simple.

Still so pure.

But the sword he swung always contained a suffocating chill.

That kind of sword intent that says "no one is allowed to enter", no, it's the sword intent that says "all things are over".

puff……

Zuo Lengchan spurted blood and flew backwards.

But Jing Wuming's face changed.

The first surprise of the night.

Because he felt an unprecedented crisis.

Didn't think much about it.

Just kill him directly.

The sword is ninety percent drawn, and the sword intent rushes to the soul.

This is a sword that is fought with all one's strength.

It was also a sword that Zuo Lengchan was unable to resist.

But Zuo Lengchan, who should have closed his eyes and waited for death, smiled, because a figure wearing a gold, red and purple robe appeared in front of him.

A palm.

An ordinary palm.

But it was this palm that perfectly blocked Jing Wuming's fatal sword.

"Fang Zheng!"

Jing Wuming's eyes narrowed.