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

Tong Baixiong's expression was very interesting.

From nervousness and eagerness, it quickly evolved into a willingness to sacrifice one's life.

Then it became resolute and fierce.

Because his martial arts and strength after using the secret method have exceeded the understanding of most martial artists.

Even Master Fangzheng of Shaolin and Taoist Chongxu of Wudang had to retreat under such boxing.

However.

When his fist was easily grasped by Yue Buqun's palm.

When he saw the calm irony on Yue Buqun's face.

Tong Baixiong's face quickly turned into humiliation and despair.

He sent despair-level fear to the Divine Fist Sect.

Now it was his turn to taste this.

But...

He didn't have time to savor it carefully.

Because his body slowly softened.

The bear-like body collapsed as if it had lost its support.

At the same time.

Countless flying needles, darts, flying knives and other hidden weapons whizzed in.

Yue Buqun did not even move.

These hidden weapons were shaken away one by one by Zixia's magic.

"Elder!"

"Brother Tong!"

The elite masters of Fenglei Hall swarmed in.

Some of them were Tong Baixiong's brothers.

Some were masters trained by Tong Baixiong with great care.

They could be considered half-disciples of Tong Baixiong.

The crowd was surging.

They shared the same hatred and the same enemy.

It seemed that Yue Buqun was the villain and the devil.

Facing the all-round strangulation of more than ten Fenglei knives in front of him, Yue Buqun took a half step and the sword light was sprinkled.

Dugu Nine Swords:

Broken Blade Style!

Sword light converges.

More than ten demon sect masters who were at least fifth-grade martial arts masters were killed collectively.

"What a pity."

Yue Buqun turned around.

There was no trace of Dongfang Bai.

Yue Buqun looked at Tong Baixiong, who was unwilling to close his eyes, and shook his head and sighed: "You are risking your life here, but your brothers are playing the game of dying for your friends rather than for me."

If it weren't for Tong Baixiong's death-like delay.

If it weren't for the moth-to-flame attack of the Fenglei Hall elite.

Dongfang Bubai would have to leave early.

"My son!"

The angry call of the old boxer Yu came from afar.

When Yue Buqun turned around, he happened to see the old boxer Yu punching out with blood boiling.

The punch was fierce.

The overbearing punch even blasted the elite of the Wind and Thunder Hall who killed the son of Master Yu four feet away.

The sternum of the elite of the Wind and Thunder Hall collapsed.

There was no sound after landing.

"Brother."

Ning Zhongze came to Yue Buqun with blood all over his body.

Yue Buqun asked with concern: "Are you okay?"

For him, anyone in the Divine Fist Sect could get into trouble.

But Ning Zhongze must not make any mistakes.

"Brother, I'm fine."

Ning Zhongze replied:"All this blood belongs to the Demon Cult."

"I'm glad you're alright."

Yue Buqun extended his hand and invited him, "We're done here, let's go."

"Wait a moment, Senior Brother."

Ning Zhongze was sharp-eyed and used his sword to pick up the Qingquan Sword that Dongfang Bo had dropped.

The entire Huashan Sect uses swords.

Naturally, he has a special liking for swords.

An ownerless sword like the Qingquan Sword is more exciting than getting a unique skill.

Then Ning Zhongze said nothing more and just held Yue Buqun's hand.

Yue Buqun nodded lightly.

The two floated away.

"You two stay..."

Old Boxer Yu couldn't catch up.

But he had already memorized the appearance of Yue Buqun and Ning Zhongze.

"Father!"

"Master!"

The surviving members of the Divine Fist Sect gathered around.

Although Yue Buqun and Ning Zhongze had already shared most of the firepower of the Demon Sect.

But the Divine Fist Sect was still too weak.

Facing the remaining ten or so elite members of the Wind and Thunder Hall, they still suffered nearly ten casualties.

Among them was the eldest son of Master Yu.

The eldest senior brother of the Divine Fist Sect.

"Let's go!"

"Go back!"

Master Yu knew that this was not the time to be sad.

He made a prompt decision and chose to return to the city.

If he went back now, he could still gather with others for warmth.

But if he took this incomplete lineup and traveled a long distance.

That would simply be courting death.

"Master."

"These weapons..."

A disciple came over with a bunch of Wind and Thunder Swords.

Some disciples even found books similar to secret manuals.

"Clear enough carriages."

"Take away everything you can."

Then Master Yu said sternly: "Remember, these things are the spoils of the immortal couple, we must not take them privately."

"Don't dare!"

"Disciple obeys!"

All the survivors of the Divine Fist Sect were naturally grateful for escaping from the desperate situation.

Besides, the force displayed by Yue Buqun and Ning Zhongze also made them dare not have any crooked thoughts.

That's it.

The Divine Fist Sect evacuated overnight and returned to the city overnight.

And brought back the shocking news of the destruction of the Wind and Thunder Hall of the Sun and Moon Demon Sect.

The whole martial arts world was shocked.

***

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Zhongtiao Mountain.

Swords were everywhere.

The sword energy was overwhelming.

Cheng Buyou and Cong Buqi fought back and forth, and the fight was very exciting.

Both of them went all out.

One sword technique was vicious and cruel, and the other sword technique was strange and changeable.

It can be said that they were evenly matched.

Feng Buping nodded with satisfaction.

Choked.

In the end, Cheng Buyou and Cong Buqi bounced off each other.

It was a draw.

Feng Buping congratulated: "Two junior brothers, one successfully broke through to the martial arts realmThe third rank, promoted to the first-class in the martial arts world; the more powerful a Huashan swordsmanship is, the more gratifying it is. "

Finally, Feng Buping shouted confidently: "Given time, we will be able to take back Huashan and restore the orthodoxy."

"Brother, don't worry. Returning to Huashan is my long-cherished wish. I will go all out!"

"I will definitely assist you with all my strength to take back the throne of Huashan's head."

Cheng Buyou and Cong Buqi are both smart people.

Seize the opportunity to flatter and please.

Puff.

Ning Zhongze couldn't help laughing.

"Who! ? "

Feng Buping and the other two shouted in unison.

Especially Feng Buping, who was horrified.

The enemy was so close, but they were still unaware.

How dangerous it was.

But he didn't have time to think more, Yue Buqun and Ning Zhongze had already landed.

"It's you!"

"How dare you chase us!"

Naturally, both sides recognized her.

Especially Ning Zhongze, the only daughter of the previous head of the sect.

She was very likable back then.

"Just the two of you?"

Feng Buping looked at Yue Buqun suspiciously.

At this time, he tightly grasped the hilt of the sword, his expression was cold enough.

"We are enough. ”

Yue Buqun’s answer was very calm.

He saw fear in Feng Buping’s eyes.

But what he saw in Cheng Buyou and Cong Buqi’s eyes was only surprise and ignorance.

“Haha! God has opened his eyes!”

“You don’t take the road to heaven, but you come in when there is no door to hell!”

Cheng Buyou and Cong Buqi’s faces gradually became ferocious.

Because as long as Yue Buqun is killed.

Huashan Sect will naturally be theirs.

There is no need for any conspiracy or tricks, and there is no need for any accumulation of experience.

“Don’t!”

Feng Buping stopped him.

It’s a pity that it’s too late…

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