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

The purple clouds stretch thousands of miles.

The sea of ​​clouds is vast.

The Huashan Mountain under the setting sun shows a kind of indescribable beauty.

Li Xunhuan slowly stepped onto the steps.

Step by step.

Every step is so firm.

Every step is so sincere.

Because he has a reason to win today.

Because he wants to make everything clear to Lin Shiyin.

The moment Lin Shiyin chooses to become a monk.

His worldview collapsed.

And Lin Shiyin is the last salvation of this broken world.

"Your steps are heavy."

Feng Buping, who has been waiting for a long time, holds the sword.

He sharpened the sword in the sea of ​​clouds for a long time.

Hone the sword to make it purer.

Make the faith more solid.

"This represents my determination."

Li Xunhuan said calmly.

"It seems that you must win today."

Feng Buping smiled.

If it were before.

Even if Li Xunhuan didn't use the flying knife, he would never be his opponent.

But when the wind sword touched the level of the sword intent, especially after comprehending the second sword energy.

Feng Buping's sword heart was extremely condensed.

"If you and I are not enemies, then we are definitely brothers."

Li Xunhuan sighed.

"I think so too."

Feng Buping did not deny it.

"What a pity..."

"Fate can't steal if."

Yue Buqun murmured in a low voice.

But who is not the top master in the world?

Naturally, he took in all the words.

Li Xunhuan's palms trembled slightly when he heard this, and Feng Buping's eyes became brighter.

Others.

Especially the women at the scene.

The look he gave Yue Buqun was a little intriguing.

"Ahem..."

Feng Qingyang coughed dryly a few times.

Ask Li Xunhuan: "Have you thought it through?"

"Yes."

"This time, I will leave all the flying knives in the inn."

While answering, Li Xunhuan slowly pulled out the Butterfly Love Flower, which he had rarely used and even rarely touched in the past two years.

After that.

Li Xunhuan ignored Feng Qingyang533.

Nor did he try to understand Yue Buqun.

He looked at the sword and said, "The name of the sword, Die Lian Hua, is the name of the first poem of Li's life."

"The name of the sword is Bu Ping."

"It is made of black iron."

"This sword does not seek justice in the world, but only seeks peace in the heart."

Feng Buping also showed his famous sword.

The eyes of the two met at this moment.

At this moment.

Li Xunhuan understood Feng Buping's sword.

Feng Buping also understood Li Xunhuan's heart.

But the two did not appreciate each other, there was only a pure collision of sword intent.

Suddenly.

Feng Buping moved.

The wind seemed to swallow and spit, slow but fastThe sword moves swept away.

This sword is like a poisonous snake.

Everything may be an illusion.

The real killing move is only one sword.

Li Xunhuan had already made his move.

His sword was very fast, but what was even more amazing was that it was full of poetry.

All the sword moves were like petals, tightly wrapping the core of the sword body.

It was like a gentle big brother, protecting his sister behind him.

The tenderness hidden in the sword was interpreted, full of different poetic and picturesque feelings.

It was impossible to attack.

It was impossible to break it.

The uneven sword suddenly reflected the afterglow of the sunset.

The cold light met the sunset and mixed together.

Suddenly bright.

This light seemed to make Li Xunhuan lose himself and his protection.

However,

The sword of Buping stretched to the end, and it turned out to be the hilt of Dielianhua.

Broken.

Li Xunhuan broke Feng Buping's incredible sword move.

The sword move blossomed with it.

This sword was still so wonderful and beautiful.

Like a rose in full bloom.

It suddenly outshone all the beauties.

Feng Buping's sword seemed to be suppressed by its light, becoming soft and reserved.

Li Xunhuan's eyes were shining.

Withdraw.

Li Xunhuan's swordsmanship also failed to break the defensive moves of the Kuangfeng Kuaijian.

Feng Buping reorganized his offensive.

He abandoned all the exquisiteness and all the prosperity.

Just for a quick move.

Just for a fierce move.

The violent storm swept towards Li Xunhuan.

Li Xunhuan is like a lonely boat on the sea, which may capsize at any time.

A delicate moment.

Li Xunhuan's swordsmanship once again interprets a completely different kind of splendor.

If his previous swordsmanship was a flower.

Then it is grass now.

It is not as bright and dazzling as a peony.

It only has the tenacity and compromise of weeds.

What plants can survive the baptism of a storm.

Flowers can't, they will wither and fall.

Big trees can't either, the wind will destroy the beautiful trees.

Only the weeds with the strongest vitality and dancing with the wind can survive the catastrophe.

At this moment, Li Xunhuan is stubbornly resisting and swaying in the wind swordsmanship.

He can abandon his image.

He can also abandon his demeanor.

It is just to laugh to the end and see Lin Shiyin.

Breaking out of the ground.

Li Xunhuan finally fought back.

This sword is like the dry land after a drought.

The first ray of green breaking out of the ground.

It is a breakthrough after despair.

It is a desperate counterattack against the destruction of fate.

It is also the highest peak of Li Xunhuan's swordsmanship throughout his life.

It condenses the most primitive sword intent.

It pours out all of Li Xunhuan's emotions.

Ding.

Feng Buping held out a sword with a carefree expression.

The next moment, Feng Buping took three steps back.

But the corners of Li Xunhuan's mouth were already oozing with dazzling, hideous blood.

Combined with his pale face.

It was particularly dazzling.

"How did you do it?"

Li Xunhuan looked at his trembling hands and the meridians that were tortured every minute and every second.

He had clearly shattered Feng Buping's sword energy.

He even shattered the opponent's sword intent.

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Sheathed the sword.

Feng Buping smiled.

He did not answer a word, just looked at Li Xunhuan calmly.

"Is it the legendary mother-child sword energy?"[]

Li Xunhuan suddenly thought about it.

Then his eyes showed an incredible brilliance.

Mother-child sword energy.

That is, the enhanced version of the sword hidden in the sword.

This sinister sword move has disappeared in the martial arts world for hundreds of years.

"I guess so."

Feng Buping nodded.

He was too lazy to explain too much.

"I lost."

Li Xunhuan's eyes were dim.

He couldn't help but look at a certain place on the mountainside.

He felt in his heart that there seemed to be someone he was looking for there.

"It makes sense." (cgab)

"After all, you didn't use a flying knife."

Feng Buping's reaction was still so cold.

"Li is willing to accept the defeat."

Li Xunhuan sighed in his heart and clasped his fists and said, "I hope I can have the opportunity to learn from Brother Feng next time."

"See you in the rivers and lakes."

Feng Buping nodded.

Li Xunhuan turned around and flew down Huashan Mountain directly.

After a few leaps.

He had disappeared in the vast mountains and dense forests.

"I didn't expect that his Qinggong was also the best in the world."

"How did this man practice?"

Cheng Buyou finally spoke.

He was so nervous just now that he didn't dare to breathe.

"That was the Swallow Three Water-Crossing Skill."

"It's a very advanced Qinggong, and he has practiced it to a very advanced level."

Yue Buqun explained.

Li Xunhuan's Qinggong is very good, which is well known.

Yue Buqun knows better.

After all, in the original novel, Li Xunhuan had the miraculous performance of walking on the snow without leaving any traces even when carrying a strong man on his back.

"Brother Feng."

"He has already known the secret of the double sword energy."

Cong Buqi reminded: "I think he will not be easily tricked next time."

Li Xunhuan is a smart man.

And he has a super memory.

He can analyze the moves used by the enemy and then make a response plan.

"No."

"I will make him not know which sword hides the double sword energy.Heavy sword energy."

Feng Buping put the scabbard back on his back.

Turning around and leaving.

Cheng Buyou hurriedly asked: "Where are you going, Brother Feng?"

"The top of the mountain."

"I want to review Li Xunhuan's swordsmanship just now."

Li Xunhuan's swordsmanship is very special.

Poetic and picturesque.

And endowed with natural meaning.

It was the first time he encountered such a swordsmanship.

I was deeply touched.

If he could grasp the essence of it.

His swordsmanship would surely be able to go further.

"Go. "

Feng Qingyang's aura locked onto the two idiots Cheng Buyou and Cong Buqi.

The swordsmanship has reached the realm of Feng Buping.

Pure hard training is meaningless.

Only such a duel.

Such an understanding.

There is a chance to go to the next level.

Naturally, he would not allow Cheng Buyou and Cong Buqi to obstruct him.

When Feng Buping escaped into the mountains.

Feng Qingyang waved his hand and said, "Disperse, you have been nervous for a day, take a good rest. If you have any understanding, then seize the mystery."

Result.

Not only did everyone stay together.

The children who had been watching in the dark swarmed out.

"Master."

"Master's Wife."

A Fei came to Yue Buqun's side.

"What are your understandings? ”

Yue Buqun saw the confusion in Ah Fei’s eyes.

“Master.”

“Is Li Xunhuan using swordsmanship?”

In terms of swordsmanship alone, Ah Fei is definitely the best among the new generation of Huashan.

Even Linghu Chong is slightly inferior.

But he still can’t understand the mystery of Li Xunhuan’s swordsmanship.

“Did you figure it out?”

Yue Buqun was slightly surprised.

A Fei nodded.

Li Xunhuan’s swordsmanship is obviously not traditional swordsmanship.

Because each of his swords is so arbitrary.

Moreover, because each of his swords seems to fit in with a certain poetic sentiment or painting idea.

“That is poetic swordsmanship.”

“For him, every poem can evolve into a corresponding swordsmanship. ”

Yue Buqun said: “Even every word and every stroke may contain some secrets of Kendo.”

“Kendo of poetry?”

A Fei’s eyes widened.

This Kendo.

It was a little beyond the scope for him.

But everyone was listening.

Even Feng Qingyang, the first generation of Huashan, and Linghu Chong, who was careless.

All of them were listening attentively.

“Do you think Kendo is just practicing sword moves and accumulating some internal energy?”

“That’s all?”

Yue Buqun asked.

A Fei shook his head.

“The real Kendo is all-encompassing.”

“It is so broad. ”

Yue Buqun described: “Poetry can be incorporated into the sword, calligraphy can be incorporated into the sword, and painting can also be incorporated into the sword.. Even military tactics, music theory, etc. can all be integrated into kendo and transformed into sword moves. ”

In an instant.

The kendo world in front of Ah Fei suddenly opened up.

After being dazed, Linghu Chong's eyes also shone with an extremely bright luster.

Others.

After Feng Qingyang calmed down, he turned around and went up the mountain, simply abnormal.

Ning Zhongze and Bai Feifei fell into a long silence.

Cheng Buyou and Cong Buqi had thousands of words to say.

But they could only condense in their hearts.

Because they couldn't say it, couldn't grasp it, and couldn't express it.

As for the other children.

They are still young...