The sword came out of Huashan, and swept the world from the world of swordsman

Yue Zhuoqun's power spread, and everyone felt as if they were in the vast ocean, with invisible waves surging, and they were like a small boat, with the illusion of being pulled into the abyss at any time.

Everyone dared not be careless, and tried their best to activate their internal energy and display their best skills.

Shaolin Lion Roar, Vajra Palm, Shaolin Arhat Fist.

Emei Snow Piercing Cloud Palm.

Songshan Sword Technique, Da Songyang Palm.

Drunken Sword Style...

None of those who attacked Yue Zhuoqun were weak. With so many unique skills, even a small mountain could be flattened.

But falling into Yue Zhuoqun's internal energy cyclone was like being hit in a quagmire, empty and without any point of force.

The internal energy was sucked in uncontrollably, controlled by the opponent to run, change direction, and then attack the companion beside him with a bang.

"Puff~"

"Ah~"

Screams rang out, and seven or eight companions with the lowest strength were killed. More than a dozen vomited blood and flew backwards, falling miserably.

"How could our power be absorbed by him? Could it be Ren Woxing's Star Absorbing Art?"

The scene of uncontrolled attack frightened many people, and they subconsciously thought of Ren Woxing who could absorb other people's internal energy for his own use.

"It's not the Star Absorbing Art. It's just a martial art that can transfer the opponent's internal energy. Don't be afraid!"

Liao Kong shouted with the Lion's Roar, and the rolling sound waves rushed into everyone's ears, dispelling the panic in their hearts.

"Be careful to avoid the opponent's cyclone and restrain his attacking moves!" Jian Jingfeng echoed, and at the same time thrust his sword towards Yue Zhuoqun's throat.

Yue Zhuoqun's eyes turned cold, and he shouted in a low voice: "You dare to call yourself the best sword in the world?"

Clang!

The Gentleman Sword was unsheathed, and the whole square was dark, as if the light was absorbed by the pitch-black sword.

Swish!

A sword was handed out, and the latter was the first to arrive.

Jian Jingfeng only felt his arm shake, and his sword moves were broken, and even his sword and saber were broken into three pieces.

He has been known as the world's number one sword for more than 20 years, and it is quite a bit of praise from his friends in the martial arts world.

In the past ten years, there are many new sword masters in the martial arts world, and he knows that there are many who can surpass him in swordsmanship.

But he is still proud in his heart, thinking that even if he is not the best in swordsmanship, it is not so easy to beat him with swordsmanship.

But Yue Zhuoqun only used one sword to break his sword moves. The swordsmanship that he was proud of was as vulnerable as paper.

This frightened him to death, and he subconsciously wanted to retreat.

However, Yue Zhuoqun pulled his left hand, and the vortex caught the broken sword, and it flew over with a whistling sound.

The speed of the broken sword was extremely fast, and the power it carried was very strong, accompanied by a terrible sound of breaking through the air.

Jian Jingfeng's pupils suddenly shrank, and the hair on his body stood up. Everything around him disappeared from his sight, leaving only this broken sword that could not be avoided.

Puff!

His throat hurt, and his body fell to the ground with his back to the sky. The color in his eyes slowly disappeared, and his life stopped flowing.

Breaking the sword moves and killing people, it seems very long, but it is actually a momentary action of Yue Zhuoqun.

It was not until Jian Jingfeng fell to the ground and died that the others reacted with horror.

The most terrified one was Zui Wuchang, after all, he was known as the second best sword in the world, only ranked below Jian Jingfeng.

He subconsciously looked at Yue Zhuoqun's eyes, fearing that the other party would stare at him. As a result, when he looked at it, he happened to collide with Yue Zhuoqun's sight, his body froze for a moment, and his feet exerted force to retreat to the back.

"Hmph! The second best swordsman in the world, but he doesn't even have the courage to draw his sword?"

Yue Zhuoqun jumped up like a golden goose, and instantly reached Zuiwochang's head: "In that case, you'll have to leave your life behind!"

Slashed with a sword.

An ordinary sword left an impeccable track in the air.

Poof!

Blood spurted out, and Zui Wuchang's head fell to the ground.

Facing the siege of dozens of masters, Yue Zhuoqun easily killed the first and second best swordsmen in the world. His divine power completely stunned the whole audience.

Those martial artists who were intimidated by the might of Shaolin regretted it.

"Master Yue, we will not participate in your fight with Shaolin, and we will withdraw now."

Someone shouted in panic, turning around and trying to run to the periphery.

"You are scared now, what were you doing just now? No one who attacked me today can escape."

Yue Zhuoqun's eyes turned cold, the Gentleman Sword vibrated, and he suddenly stabbed at the heroes in the field.

"Five Mountains!"

Buzz!

Boom!

The terrifying internal force poured into the long sword, bursting out with dazzling brilliance, the air vibrated endlessly, and the bricks and stones on the ground cracked inch by inch.

The phantoms of the five mountains rose in the sword light, and suddenly grew larger, covering half of the square.

Huan-level swordsmanship, great perfection level proficiency, more than 19,000 points of internal force, comparable to a normal person of 70 or 80years of skill.

This sword, the power reached the peak of Yue Zhuoqun's strength.

It can be said that when a sword is out, the sky and the earth change color, and the world turns upside down.

Bang!

The shadows of five mountains fell on the heads of the crowd, suddenly exploded, and turned into sword lights.

The people watching the battle around were almost scared to death, their mouths opened wide, and their breathing stopped.

In their sight, this battlefield turned into a sword light field, or more accurately, a sword field, with sword lights flying everywhere, filling every corner.

"Ah..."

Screams rang out one after another, and people kept falling to the ground.

The weaker ones had their limbs and heads chopped off on the spot, and the stronger ones were covered with sword marks all over their bodies, and fell to the ground miserably and stopped breathing.

After half a minute, the sword light subsided.

Looking at the field again, there were corpses and broken limbs everywhere, and the blood soaked the ground, just like a Shura battlefield.

"Demon...demon, you are indeed a demon."

Monk Lekong screamed in fear, and he was the only one left alive.

His robe was tattered, and there were sword marks everywhere, which made him look like a Shaolin monk.

"This result was caused by you Shaolin, and you have the nerve to call me a demon?"

Yue Zhuoqun smiled coldly, not feeling cruel for his methods.

These were sent by Shaolin, Cao Zhengchun, and Zhu Wusi to deal with him, and they would not show mercy or repay evil with kindness.

And this scene is just the beginning?

Only dozens of people died. The tragic scene on the Jade Maiden Peak of Huashan was much more terrible than what we see now.

And the cause of that tragic situation was probably also the secret promotion and calculation of Shaolin.

"Counting the previous incident with Lu Zhu, this is the second time that your Shaolin has provoked me.

I will let you go back and report to Fang Zheng. I will personally come to Shaolin in three days to settle all the grudges."

Lekong's body softened, and his eyes were full of panic.

He felt Yue Zhuoqun's powerful strength. How should Shaolin resist?

The disaster of Shaolin is coming.

"Quick, take me back to the temple."

Two little monks came up from the back and helped Kong up. They didn't even dare to turn their heads and left quickly.

Yue Zhuoqun curled his lips in disdain, and then looked at Zuo Lengchan who was hiding in the back because of his broken arm.

"Zuo Lengchan, now no one is backing you up, do you still want to hold on?"

Zuo Lengchan's eyes were completely dull, and his body was shaking constantly. He was completely disheartened.