I really don't want to lose the country

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 covered by Hong Batian's trembling sound, and ordinary people couldn't hear it at all.

"Oh!"

The edge of the sword moved up, and resisted 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.