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

at this moment.

It seems that there are only a dozen or so finger rainbows in this world.

It seems that these are the only colors.

end!

Yue Buqun finally got serious.

The gods of rivers all over the world pointed out the path.

Zhuque Street instantly fell into deathly silence.

Time seemed to be frozen at this moment.

This also includes the dozens of finger rainbows that burst out from the Dora Leaf Finger.

A sword came out horizontally.

It seems to be asking the sky and drinking from the earth.

This sword contains countless resentments.

It seems to carry a sense of injustice in Kyushu.

Yue Buqun never expected that Shen Lang had such sword skills. He was surprised and drew his sword.

Incredibly fast.

An extremely concise sword.

Everything in front of me shattered.

It’s as if the world is being reshaped.

Shen Lang's full-strength sword strike, and Zhu Wusi's fatal palm strike that followed up.

Everything was destroyed and reshaped at this moment.

Zhu Wusi was horrified.

Immediately, the power of the Pure Yang Palm exploded.

He used the recoil force to retreat three feet.

But Shen Lang made a relative choice.

Shen family swordsmanship.

Extreme interpretation.

There is no sword energy and no sword qi.

Not even the sword light or cold light was released.

Every sword is absolutely condensed.

Each move is a perfect sword move.

Coupled with his graceful movements like flowing clouds and the sun and moon rising with the wind.

At this moment, Shen Lang was like a sword immortal on earth.

Extremely beautiful and graceful.

at the same time.

The wretched Zhu Wushi assisted with remote fingering.

The three major finger techniques, Pure Yang Finger, Dora Leaf Finger and Flower Picking Finger, overlap with each other.

Not seeking to kill the enemy.

Just asking for interference.

"Sword Breaking Style and Qi Breaking Style are actually useless."

"No wonder the eldest brother was defeated in this life."

Yue Buqun was amazed.

Although Shen Lang's swordsmanship has not reached its peak.

But his sword has already touched the mysterious level of unity between man and sword.

At this moment, he was completely driven by the sword.

Every sword is the essence of martial arts after being tempered into steel hundreds of times.

Every move contains the rhythm of sword intent.

when!

For example, Yue Buqun used the Qi-breaking method to suppress Shen Lang's sword body.

Then the hilt of the sword was pulled back, just perfectly breaking Zhu Wusi's Pure Yang Finger.

Looking back, he swung the Longquan sword.

He broke Shen Lang's new sword again.

Shen Lang and Zhu Wusi cooperated extremely well.

Especially Zhu Wusi.

His incredible insight allowed him to seize every gap in Shen Lang's sword moves.

Shen Lang's Jiuzhou Sword also perfectly grasped every moment of buffer that Zhu Wusi gained.

Mutual exchange.

Exquisite.

Yue Buqun was held back for nearly thirty breaths.

"Is this your limit?"

Yue Buqun was somewhat satisfied with the performance of these two people.

But it still feels a bit unsatisfied.

"Alright!"

Yue Buqun finally got serious.

A scene of purple clouds suddenly dissipated.

beautiful.

Stunning.

brilliant.

Shen Lang suppressed the shock in his heart.

Zhu Wusi didn't bother to hide and concentrated all his strength in his hands.

The mist and purple clouds that filled the long street created a colorful halo under the scorching sun in the sky.

At this moment.

Zhuque Street is rendered like a fairyland.

"What kind of cultivation is this?"

Mr. Tiedi was desperate.

He prides himself on being a famous figure in the martial arts world.

Outstanding achievements.

But compared with Yue Buqun, he is nothing.

Between him and the Tiangang and Disha.

Witnessed by countless masters hidden on both sides of the long street.

The majestic sword intent gushed out.

This sword is like a flood that breaks through the dam.

There is also the power of a humanitarian torrent sweeping across the world.

Indescribable splendor.

Unmatched sword power.

This is a sword technique that does not belong to this world.

In desperation, Shen Lang blasted out an extremely mysterious sword intent.

This is a farewell.

It is also giving up.

Since you can't fight, you can't win.

Then die gloriously.

same.

Zhu Wusi, who was ready to unleash his skills that had been condensed for who knows how many years, fully unleashed them.

Pure Yang is vast and powerful.

The palm was like the scorching sun across the sky.

The two grandmasters used their peak strength to challenge the world's number one swordsman.

puff……

Shen Lang's Jiuzhou Sword shattered the moment it collided with Haoran's sword intent.

His body flew backwards like a kite with a broken string, spurting blood.

When landing.

There is no buffer at all.

There are even signs of backlash.

Zhu Wusi's ultimate Pure Yang Palm also exploded.

The whole person was pushed backwards dozens of feet.

Two stone furrows were plowed in the ground.

Wow……

No matter how profound Zhu Wushi's skills are.

He could not resist the backlash of the true energy in his body.

The blinding blood spurted out.

He looked at Shen Lang, who was out of breath, with sadness on his face.

"｀～Shen Lang!"

"Look where you're going!"

A roar like that of a ferocious beast was heard.

Afterwards, Wang Lianhua, who disguised himself as Shen Lang, escaped back like a lost dog.

Behind him...

He actually chased after the Great Joyful Female Bodhisattva.

Yue Buqun frowned.

Zhu Wusi gave a cruel smile.

When Wang Lianhua saw the scene on the long street, she landed immediately without hesitation.

Then he picked up Shen Langruan, whose life or death was unknown.

Just like that, he disappeared into the side of Suzaku Street.