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

Stepping.

Stepping on the stone steps.

Dongfang Bubai stepped onto the steps leading to the Great Hall.

Behind him was the blood of more than 30 masters of the Tianshan Sect.

"Devil."

"Why did you kill my Sect Master?"

The seven elders of Kongtong roared in unison.

They are the most senior and most accomplished elders of Kongtong Sect.

The Sect Master of Kongtong who came out to help was halfway.

The opponent used swordsmanship.

The swordsmanship was so fast that it was weird.

Plus, the murderer was wearing a red dress.

So everyone in Kongtong Sect concluded that the murderer was Dongfang Bubai.

"Kongtong?"

"The one with the Seven Wounds Fist?"

Dongfang Bubai quickly found the corresponding person.

"That's right."

"It's you."

The faces of the seven elders of Kongtong were grim.

But they did not act rashly.

Instead, they took their positions according to a fixed order.

"His Seven Injury Fist is good."

"It's a pity that he fought too hard and used up all his essence. I used a needle to end his pain."

Dongfang Bubai recalled all the details.

The head of Kongtong was a madman.

In order to hurt him, he forced the secret method to use the Seven Injury Fist infinitely.

Every time was for the sake of destroying both sides.

Every punch was for the so-called justice of the rivers and lakes.

In the end, he was exhausted to death.

"Evil thief!"

"Die!"

The seven elders of Kongtong directly formed a formation.

As soon as this formation came out,

The whole audience was shocked.

Because Kunlun has never been famous for its formation.

But the formation of the Kongtong Seven Elders secretly corresponds to the seven poles of heaven and earth, and also corresponds to the seven organs of the human body.

One punch.

The wind of the fist whistled.

Strong and powerful.

Dongfang Bubai slightly turned aside and simply avoided it.

But the century-old tree behind him was broken by the punch.

Another punch.

The wind of the fist was fierce.

It was like being in a strong wind and unable to stand on its own.

Dongfang Bubai also understood it at this moment.

Kongtong Sect has used a tricky method to restore the power of the Seven Injury Fist to the greatest extent.

This formation is one of the punches that everyone practices in the Seven Injury Fist.

Because the internal strength of the Kongtong Seven Elders is superb.

Only one punch was learned.

Therefore, the hidden dangers of the Seven Injury Fist were reduced to the minimum.

Add to that the formation.

Allow the Seven Elders of Kongtong to fully exert the power of the Seven Injury Fist.

At this moment.

What Dongfang Bubai faced was an old monster who had superb internal skills and had also learned the Seven Injury Fist.

The Seven Elders of Kongtong also practiced the formation for more than ten years.

For today.

For the sake of regaining the prestige of Kongtong Sect.

"Not bad!"

Dongfang Bubai smiled.

Facing the sharp and domineering style of the punch.

He did not dodge this time, and asked the magic sword to turn into light.

It was like piercing a bubble in the water, and it directly shattered the fist.

However.

The seven elders of Kongtong were in perfect harmony.

Two of the remaining six tried to rescue him, and two tried to kill him with punches.

The last two responded, waiting for Dongfang Bubai to show signs of decline, so that they could add insult to injury.

But...

The black light was bright.

The sword rain was swift and fierce.

Everyone only saw Dongfang Bubai passing through the formation.

"Ah..."

"My hand."

The two elders who were the last to kill him with punches among the seven elders of Kongtong.

All of them had their palms and wrists broken.

And the one who was rescued had a blood mark on his forehead.

The remaining four people dared not move.

Two companions who were protecting the severed hand, one picked up the severed hand, and the other carried the body.

They went down the mountain without looking back.

Boiling!

Uproar!

Fear!

Countless Jianghu wanderers gathered around Shaoshi Mountain.

And unidentified masters.

Witnessed all this.

And felt what absolute force is.

"Wudang Chongxu."

Taoist Chongxu appeared.

He stood at the end of the steps, at the edge of the square.

Looking down at Dongfang Bubai from a high place.

"Wow..."

Uproar broke out on the mountainside and at the foot of the mountain.

The onlookers in the Jianghu couldn't help themselves.

"The righteous people in the Central Plains martial arts world are so shameless!"

"That's right. They came to challenge Shaolin, but they killed dozens of people before they even started fighting."

"You righteous people are shameless. You actually used a consumption tactic against Dongfang Bubai."

...

The crowd was in turmoil.

Perhaps someone was secretly fanning the flames.

Or maybe they were really angry.

But the anger at the scene was very strange.

Everyone looked at Shaolin and Master Fangzheng.

But Master Fangzheng was calm.

As if everything had nothing to do with him.

"Chongxu?"

"So you are hiding here."

Dongfang Bubai finally got a little interested.

After all, this is the top weapon in the world, ranked at the top of the weapon list, and is also on par with Master Fangzheng.

Qingxu gave him a little surprise before.

I think Chongxu will have more.

"I didn't hide it."

Master Chongxu said bluntly: "I know today that I am no match for you, but I still have to raise the Seven Star Sword for you for my fellow disciples."

Wudang has the Jiejian Pond.

In the past two hundred years, I don't know how many famous weapons of sword masters have been lost.

So losing the Zhenwu Sword is just a loss of face.

Wudang still has several magic-level swords.

"I hope you won't let me down."

Dongfang Bubai rarely recognizesReally.

It was a rare main attack.

It was too fast.

Most of the masters could not see the trajectory of Dongfang Bubai.

They only saw that Taoist Chongxu's Seven Star Sword flowed out slowly like a mountain stream, but surprisingly hit the Demon-Seeking Sword. (To read the exciting novel, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

This was the first time that thousands of eyes on the scene saw Dongfang Bubai's sword being caught.

Before they could think about it.

Taoist Chongxu's swordsmanship suddenly became magnificent.

A powerful force broke out without warning.

Nine swords returned to one. []

Dongfang Bubai was in surprise.

Nine swords in an instant.

Nine swords accurately hit one point.

Nine consecutive collisions followed, weakening this magnificent sword nine times.

However,

Master Chongxu took it back leisurely.

All the exploding air was strangely collected into a Tai Chi.

The next moment.

The Tai Chi came horizontally.

This sword was neither fast nor slow.

It seemed that when Dongfang Bubai wanted it to be fast, it would be very slow.

And when he wanted to break it, it would be unexpected.

Such a contradictory sword.

But all the masters present felt that it was so reasonable.

Because this is Tai Chi.

It is the sword technique passed down by Master Zhang of Wudang.

Countless people in the martial arts world know this sword intent and the general sword techniques.

But only Wudang can perform such a sword technique between decay and magic.

Dongfang Bubai was not impatient.

Even more cruel than before.

Suddenly.

The black light was curling.

It was like thousands of swords returning to their origin.

It was like thousands of rivers returning to the sea.

The sword light that rushed down directly shattered Tai Chi.

It also knocked Taoist Chongxu away.

"The old Taoist lost."

Taoist Chongxu swallowed the blood that had reached his throat.

Then he shook his head secretly with Fangzheng and Fangsheng.

Finally, he retreated.

0Please give me flowers0

It was not like the people from Shaolin sent me elixirs.

The Taoist boy beside Taoist Chongxu sent the secret medicine of Wudang.

"Who's next?"

Dongfang Bubai looked around and asked, "Is it Tianji Lao Ren? Or Shangguan Jinhong? It can't be Li Xunhuan, the amorous swordsman?"

It was a rumor in the martial arts world.

Li Xunhuan has been completely indulged in the past two years.

He drank for pleasure every day and indulged in brothels.

Not only in brothels in Taiyuan.

It is said that he also left a good reputation in Beijing, Yangzhou and other places.

He had scandals with countless courtesans.

So he got another nickname [Amorous].

"Devil, don't be so arrogant."

"We are enough."

Eighteen figures flew out of the main hall.

Some were old, but their eyes were electric.

Some were in their prime, brave and strong.

Some were old and incompetent, without any image of masters.

But as soon as they appeared.

The whole audience was in an uproar.

"Isn't that the head monk of the Arhat Hall?"

"My God, the heads and vice-head monks of the Dharma Hall and the Prajna Hall are here."

"The heads of the Discipline Hall, the Enlightenment Hall, the Relic Hall, the Medicine King Hall, and the Dragon Tree Hall are all here, all here!"

...

When someone saw through the identities of these eighteen people.

Countless people began to curse Shaolin for being shameless.

Some also praised Shaolin for sacrificing individual honor for the righteousness of the world.

"Eighteen monks?"

"Is this probably the thousand-year heritage of Shaolin Temple?"

Even though Dongfang Bubai felt inexplicable pressure.

Especially, the sticks used by the eighteen monks and the cassocks they wore were all specially prepared.

The monks did not respond.

They directly set up the formation.

Strict.

Strict.

Angry.

An invisible pressure naturally arose.

They actually suppressed the unknown number of masters on the mountain collectively.

"Each of them is like a furious Vajra."

"But what are they angry about? What are they angry about?"

Feng Buping sneered in a low voice.

Ding Baiyun beside him looked at Feng Buping in surprise.

But he did not say anything.

Just now, the swordsmanship of Wudang Sect Master Chongxu was extraordinary.

In the end, he was still defeated by Dongfang Bubai.

How magical must Yue Buqun's swordsmanship be to seriously injure Dongfang Bubai?

Add to that Feng Buping in front of him.

And Ning Zhongze, who almost never traveled around the world but won the title of the world's number one female swordsman.

Everything in Huashan.

It was full of strange charm for her.

"Please break the formation!"

The head of the Dharma Academy shouted.

No need to invite people into the formation.

The eighteen monks moved quickly.

Alternate positions.

Change shapes.

Fakes mixed with pearls.

The body movements and formation evolution of the eighteen monks alone.

It can completely beat 99% of the formations in the world.

In just one breath.

The Arhat Formation imprisoned Dongfang Bubai in the middle.

"Not bad."

Clearly felt the pressure.

Dongfang Bubai was not nervous at all, but smiled instead.

It was the kind of smile that was like a sweet dew after a long drought.

"Exorcise the demon!"

The order from the head of the Dharma Academy came out.

The shadows of the sticks were already falling.

Eighteen Shaolin monks.

Eighteen martial arts masters.

Each time, six people attacked.

Then the six people around them were the next wave.

The remaining six people were the third wave.

At this time.

The monks in the first wave of attacks had adjusted their rhythm and started again.Launch an offensive.

This cycle repeats endlessly.

Even a master with profound skills will be exhausted. .