I really don't want to lose the country

Chapter 201 The Battle of Yunyan Pavilion
"These four people can be regarded as a man. With four people fighting against Dahua Mountain, they must be completely famous if they die today, and they will become a legend in the future."

"Yes! It's a pity that I couldn't see their true faces, it's a pity!"

All kinds of people from the rivers and lakes who were driven away at the foot of the mountain gathered together, chatting in groups of three or five.

Hong Baxian and Taihua Mountain are well-known and powerful, and they are more than enough to deal with Feng Qingyang and other four people who only have the strength of the third rank.

Everyone agreed that the Huashan faction would be destroyed.

How can fireflies compete with the bright moon.

Yunyan Pavilion!
When Hong Baxian and the others appeared, Feng Qingyang and the others stood up abruptly.

Except for Yue Buqun frowning.

Jing Wuming had no expression on his face, Yang Guo stood coldly on his side, Feng Qingyang looked at Hong Baxian like a master of the world.

Hong Baxian walked slowly like a tiger crouching with his domineering spirit of decades of roaming the rivers and lakes and supporting Taihua Mountain.

Neither side moved their swords, nor even held their hilts.

They are all masters, the strongest.

Move the sword to lose momentum and psychology.

Ten steps outside the Yunyan Pavilion, Hong Baxian stopped.

Facing the four people who were not afraid of him at all, let alone timid, Hong Baxian shouted coldly:

"The Huashan faction is just you four!"

It's not a question, it's an affirmation.

Feng Qingyang smiled and said calmly like an old man looking at a junior: "It's just the four of us now!"

Immortal Hong Ba frowned slightly, disliking Feng Qingyang's tone and lines.

What do you mean there are only four now?
Is it possible that you think you can leave alive, and you still want to carry forward the bullshit Huashan faction.

"Humph! It's too much!"

Hong Baxian let out a cold snort, and stepped on the ground, only to hear a bang, the ground sunken deeply, blowing sand, flying dirt and rolling grass.

A domineering aura rushed in all directions, like a wild beast devouring people.

Hong Baxian still didn't move his sword, his body like a dragon transformed into a rainbow and entered the Yunyan Pavilion in an instant.

"Good come!"

Huashan sect is Qizong and Jianzong, Feng Qingyang is a master of Huashan Jianzong, and he is very familiar with Qizong.

His position bears the brunt of the blow. The moment Hong Baxian made a move, the long sword in his hand did not move.

There was only a clear and joyful sound, but it was overwhelmed by Hong Batian's shocking sound, and ordinary people couldn't hear it at all.

"Oh!"

The edge of the sword moved upwards, resisting Hong Baxian's fist, and there was a loud noise, and the edge of the sword bounced to the left.

Feng Qingyang leaped lightly, grasped and chopped.

Hong Baxian, who took the lead, passed by Feng Qingyang's original position, and punched Yang Guo.

Although Yang Guo is also a third rank, but with a broken arm, he is the weakest of the three.

Although Hong Baxian considers himself to be highly skilled in martial arts, he is still sober and calm when facing the enemy, knowing that defeating the enemy is the priority.

What a false name, only the winner can write it.

But Yang Guo is not a person who has gained a reputation, he didn't hide, he stretched out his palm and pushed it out.

"Happy Palm of Despair!"

"boom!"

There was a loud noise, and the air in the entire pavilion radiated outwards, causing the tiles on the pavilion to fall down with a rustling sound.

And Yang Guo's body also took three steps back, reaching the pillars of the pavilion.

With one foot on the beam, Yang Guo stabilized his body.

The hand retracted, trembling slightly.

It can be seen that Hong Baxian's strength is strong, far above his own.

Although Hong Batian didn't retreat, he didn't advance half an inch either.

The same surprised eyes.

blocked!
Yang Guo, an ant with a broken arm, unexpectedly blocked his inner strength blow.

I thought it was just a person with a high reputation in swordsmanship, but I didn't expect to have profound internal strength and profound mentality.

Yang Shou was able to block the blow, so his strength was naturally not weak, and he couldn't kill him in a short time. Hong Baxian turned his head to look in Jing Wuming's direction.

Like a tiger opening its bloody mouth, it will want to devour flesh and blood.

Although Yue Buqun also has the excellent Zixia magic skill, but that thing is a movement technique, not a combat technique.

In addition, he is first-class, and he is obviously not good enough in front of Hong Baxian.

He could only kick his legs straight back, and escaped from the Yunyan Pavilion.

"I want to go, but there is no door!"

The Great Elder of Taihua Mountain, with sword-like eyes and fierce face, drew his sword and leaped to kill Yue Buqun who came out of the pavilion.

A small first-class existence like an ant, die!
Inside the pavilion, when Hong Baxian and Yang Guo fought their internal strength, Jing Wuming also took three steps back for fear of being injured.

At this time, Hong Baxian is like a tiger eating people, and Jing Wuming is still dressed in old clothes except for the black veil on the bamboo hat that is slightly raised.

His face was expressionless, his eyes were gray, and he squinted slightly.

There is no feeling, no life, and no expression.

At first glance, it looks like it deserves a beating, and it feels contemptuous, which makes people want to be beaten up.

At this time, Hong Baxian was even more so, Jing Wuming's expression seemed to be mocking him for not being able to kill a third rank, so why should he be the head of the six sects.

Immortal Hong Ba was furious from his heart, and the fierceness instantly melted into his fist, and he punched him again.

As soon as the afterimage moved, Jing Wuming raised his eyelids slightly, and finally there was a slight change in expression, but more changes were replaced by the swiftness of drawing his sword and moving around.

"die!"

People move, swords move.

The ultimate move is fatal, without hesitation.

Even if he is threatened with life and death, even if he can only draw the last sword in his life.

Then this sword is definitely the most dazzling and deadly sword.

"Ok!"

Hong Baxian punched nothing, but was mortally threatened, and Jing Wuming's innate familiarity with swords, as well as his grasp of the enemy's weaknesses and vitals were also different from ordinary people.

Accurate enough that you doubt life.

Hong Baxian was so astonished that he blocked his sword in his hand.

There was only a clang, which was very dull.

Then Hong Baxian took advantage of the situation and drew his sword, and then slashed Luo Xiangjing's back.

Jing Wuming dodged and appeared outside the pavilion the next moment.

Missing a single blow and running away from the ground, this is the trick of a swordsman killer.

It is the purpose of Jing Wuming.

Swordsman, the mission is either completed or on the way.

It is impossible to wait for the next opportunity with one blow.

Because this time he has a partner, he doesn't have to fight alone, so he doesn't have to flee far away.

And as long as the driver waits.

Sure enough, the moment Hong Baxian drew his sword, Yang Guo's epee swept across and caught Hong Baxian's sword.

The giant sword has no front, but it is as ingenious as a workmanship, and its momentum is astounding.

At the same time, it has an incomparable advantage, that is, you can't get around it, you can only get entangled with it.

Is Yang Guo a sword master?

Yes, he has learned the basic sword moves of Quanzhen swordsmanship, and also learned the unique skill of Dugu Qiubai, his sword skills are not inferior to the fast and dexterous Dugu Nine Swords.

"Clang buzz..."

"Damn it!" Hong Baxian was very annoyed that he failed to kill Jing Wuming with his sword.

The sword skill in his hand was faster, his body technique increased, and his movement skills stabbed at Yang Guo with several swords.

Yang Guo dodges from left to right, blocking back and forth with his heavy sword.

Reluctantly took it clumsily.

It forced Hong Baxian, who was two levels higher, to have nowhere to use it.

After two moves, Feng Qingyang seized the opportunity and flew in from the pillars by the side of the pavilion, Dugu Nine Swords lightly attacked and killed him.

Dugu Nine Swords doesn't need many questions, it is more dexterous, and has the traditional sword-breaking style.

Both Yang Guo and Yang Guo inherited Dugu Qiubai just now.

It can be said that the two fought with all their strength, just like Dugu Qiubai holding two swords, one heavy and the other light.

It will be fierce for a while, and it will be smart for a while.

Left and right interaction, incomparable intimacy.

At this moment, Hong Baxian greeted Feng Qingyang in a hurry, but he was also forced back by Dugu Nine Swords' Breaking Sword Stance and was busy dealing with it.

The eyes were even more horrified.

This little old man's swordsmanship is actually better than that of Mount Taihua.

In particular, Feng Qingyang leaped up and swung his sword between the pavilions and pillars, which was even more impressive.

"Qiangqiang!"

Hong Baxian was already a few ranks higher than them, and he was also a famous swordsman in the Jianghu, so he was not such a bully.

One person is calm to two people.

The three of them used their own skills in the pavilion, playing fiercely with cold light and golden cries all the time.

This stunned the disciples of Mount Taihua who were not far away.

How is this going?

The gangsters of the Huashan faction unexpectedly received hard-core blows from their own head frequently, and still played at such a level.

Where the hell did they come from.

Can our master strike and kill them?
For a moment, the disciples of Mount Taihua felt a little thumping in their hearts.

(End of this chapter)