Immortal Martial Arts: Swordsmanship with Cursive Characters at the Beginning

　　"you!"

　　Yue Buqun was about to vomit blood. He always walked in the world in the name of a gentleman, and the most important thing was his reputation.

　　Right now, his disciples were beheaded in person, but he was helpless.

　　This is very damaging to his majesty and face!

　　The most important thing is that if he insists on not agreeing, the mysterious man in the carriage will really indulge Lin Yuantu and destroy his Huashan faction.

　　He doesn't care about the lives of ordinary disciples, but if they all die and the Huashan faction exists in name only, isn't he the head of Huashan just a joke?

　　And... he may not be able to escape from Lin Yuantu's sword!

　　While thinking about it, another breath passed.

　　Lin Yuantu's expression was indifferent, his hand raised the sword and fell, the sword glowed and swallowed, and once again reaped a life.

　　Blood splattered, and the surroundings rioted again.

　　Screams, wailing, crying, resentment... mixed together, impacting Yue Buqun's mind.

　　He realized that if he didn't do something, his majesty as the head would be lost!

　　Taking a deep breath at the moment, a sad and unwilling expression gradually appeared on his face, and he stood up and said, "Stop... They are all just ordinary disciples, what are you capable of rushing at me!"

　　Lin Yuantu glanced at him unexpectedly, then smiled and said, "Sect Master Yue, our Ninth Prince has already said that there is only one way to make your disciples survive, and that is to surrender!"

　　After all, the long sword moved slightly, Han Mang swallowed, and he wanted to kill again!

　　Yue Buqun's eyes were scarlet, he picked up his sword and cut it out halfway, blocking the sword.

　　Cang!

　　Sword Intent erupted, Yue Buqun's sword was directly broken into two pieces, and the remaining edge fell on his chest, leaving a ferocious wound.

　　"Master!" A group of Huashan disciples showed grief and were very moved by Yue Buqun's behavior of using his body to block the sword to save them.

　　"Senior brother!" Ning Zhong also came over with concern and checked his injury.

　　Zhu Hao sat in the carriage, but it was not difficult to understand what was happening outside.

　　He couldn't help but raise his mouth slightly, this Yue Buqun is indeed a fighter among hypocrites, it's really a pity not to act.

　　The sword Lin Yuantu didn't use much force just now, with Yue Buqun's cultivation base, it was impossible to stop it.

　　Sure enough, seeing Yue Buqun struggling to hold up his body, he said with helplessness in his eyes: "I, Yue Buqun, are incompetent, I am ashamed of the ancestors of the Huashan faction, and I am even more sorry for my disciples who trust me!"

　　"Master, stop talking, you've done your best!" Linghu Chong, the eldest disciple of the Huashan faction, said with wet eyes.

　　"Yeah Master... We don't blame you!"

　　Yue Buqun sighed, looked at the sedan curtain that still obscured his vision, took a deep breath, and seemed to have made a decision.

　　He asked aloud: "As long as I choose to surrender, you will let my disciples go!"

　　Zhu Hao said nothing.

　　Lin Yuantu snorted softly and said, "What kind of identity does the ninth prince have, how could he go back on his word?"

　　Hearing this, Yue Buqun showed a tangled look on his face. After a long time, he gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, I choose to surrender!"

　　Whoa!

　　As soon as these words came out, the surrounding disciples looked at Yue Buqun in disbelief.

　　Afterwards, the grief and anger in their hearts, and the sense of shame became more and more profound. In their opinion, the head of the Huashan Sect, like Yue Buqun, with a high reputation in the martial arts, should have the determination to die.

　　But in order to save the lives of their humble disciples, they chose to compromise with the court.

　　What kind of insult is this?

　　Lin Yuantu was slightly startled, but he didn't expect Yue Buqun to choose to compromise so quickly.

　　This first leg of the battle seems to have gone too smoothly.

　　"Humph! I have inherited the Huashan faction for thousands of years, how can I succumb to the lackeys of the court, Yue Buqun, you are the head of Huashan in vain!"

　　Suddenly, a vigorous and powerful voice came from a distance.

　　Immediately, the rocks rolled, and the wind whistled around, and there was a faint potential for landslides.

　　Such a big movement made Lin Yuantu frown for the first time, looking in the direction from which the voice came, with a solemn expression on his face.

　　Inside the carriage, Zhu Hao raised his mouth slightly: "It finally appeared!"

　　Swish swish!

　　Above the mountain, a white figure quickly shuttled.

　　Whether it is a rugged mountain road, a lush forest, or a cold pool abyss, ten thousand feet of high cliffs... all are like flat ground under his feet.

　　Almost in an instant, it came to the crowd from the back of the mountain at the end of the line of sight.

　　Wearing a simple plain white robe dancing with the wind, with his hands behind his back, with white beard and white hair, he looks like a fairy.

　　The figure fell on the canopy of a big tree, motionless.

　　Eyes sharp as electricity, with a cynical look.

　　"Uncle Shi..." Yue Buqun saw this person, his eyes flickered, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

　　"The wind is clear!" Lin Yuantu naturally knew this person as well.

　　To be precise, he and Feng Qingyang belonged to the same period.

　　After the martial artist's strength reaches innate, his lifespan can be greatly increased, which greatly slows down the speed of aging.

　　But there are also free and easy people who don't care about these appearances and let their bodies change naturally.

　　The wind is like that.

　　He and Lin Yuantu were both in their eighties, but they seemed to be separated by several generations.

　　"It turned out to be you!" Feng Qingyang also saw Lin Yuantu, his eyes narrowed, and he said, "I haven't seen it for many years, and it's really good to have people from the court to come to Huashan to kill!"

　　Lin Yuantu snorted softly and said, "At His Majesty's order, follow the Ninth Prince to calm down the rivers and lakes, and eliminate the scourge of you who violate the ban by force!"

　　"Feng Qingyang, just now, Yue Buqun, the head of Huashan Mountain, has already agreed to surrender, why... do you want to go back on it?"

　　Feng Qingyang waved his sleeves disdainfully and said, "Yue Buqun is a hypocritical villain, how can he represent Huashan? He promised, but the old man will not!"

　　When Yue Buqun heard Feng Qingyang's words, he knew that his tricks had already been seen through by him.

　　His face turned blue and white, but it was difficult to refute.

　　"How can I hand over the millennium foundation of the Huashan faction to you, the lackeys of the court!" Feng Qingyang said, his eyes fixed on the carriage.

　　Then a majestic momentum spread out, like the top of Mount Tai.

　　Lin Yuantu's expression changed suddenly, and he said in surprise, "You... actually broke through the realm of a great master?".

Chapter 14

　　The realm of Taoism, also known as the Great Master.

　　Condensing what a martial artist has learned in his life, it is assembled into a path that is most suitable for a martial artist to tap his own abilities.

　　At this point, the warriors will no longer follow the steps and copy the experience of the predecessors.

　　Everyone is a new pioneer!

　　Only such an existence can establish a sect, establish a Taoist lineage, and leave a legacy of its own.

　　Innate and Daoxuan, a step difference, but a world of difference!

　　Lin Yuantu's own strength has remained at the peak of the innate for many years, and he has accumulated a lot. In addition, Zhu Hao passed down the sword intent of "Flying Immortals from Heaven" a few days ago.

　　Finally broke through to the realm of a half-step great master a few days ago!

　　Just when he was in high spirits, he didn't expect that this old acquaintance, who was almost the same as him many years ago, actually broke through the realm of the great master one step ahead of himself!

　　Could it be that... he also had an adventure?

　　Seeing the dignified and puzzled look on Lin Yuantu's face, Feng Qingyang's eyes flashed with pleasure.

　　His talent is almost the same as Lin Yuantu, and he should have stopped at the peak of the innate in this life.

　　But what he didn't expect was that when he traveled the world a few years ago, he found a unique opportunity.

　　It is the inheritance left by Sword Demon Dugu Qiuqiu!

　　Even if it is only incomplete and has not learned the essence, it is enough for him to comprehend his own sword intent and kendo.

　　Thereby breaking through to the realm of Taoism!

　　Although he had just broken through, the soaring power in his body made him feel confident when facing Lin Yuantu, who was only a half-step master!

　　"Feng Qingyang, do you really want to get along with the imperial court?" Lin Yuantu took a deep breath.

　　"The imperial court wants to be pretentious, I don't care if I leave Huashan, but above this Huashan... I can't wait to be presumptuous!" Feng Qingyang said expressionlessly.

　　Immediately, his eyes fell on the carriage where Zhu Hao was, and he slowly said: "Your Excellency here, must be the ninth prince in your mouth..."

　　Seeing this, Lin Yuantu immediately stopped in front of the carriage and asked, "What do you want?"

　　Feng Qingyang snorted coldly: "Just now he ordered the killing of my Huashan Sect disciples, paying the debt with blood, and taking the life of a prince to repay it is barely a loss!"

　　When the words fell, the figure turned into a phantom and dissipated, and swept towards the carriage.

　　"Bold!"

　　Lin Yuantu frowned, raised his sword, and stabbed it out like a giant.

　　Ding!

　　The crisp sound of gold and iron clashing sounded, Lin Yuantu groaned and took two steps back.

　　Feng Qingyang's figure appeared five steps away, his face was slightly surprised, and he said, "I haven't seen it for many years, your swordsmanship... seems to be different!"

　　But at this moment, Zhu Hao said lightly: "It is rumored that Mr. Feng from the Huashan School of Jianzong accidentally acquired the inheritance of the Sword Demon and learned the Nine Swords of Dugu. Now it seems... it is true!"

　　Hearing this, Feng Qingyang's face was shocked.

　　Only Linghu Chong knew about the Dugu Nine Swords, and he never told anyone else.