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

Despair.

The front of the car was in complete despair.

Deadly fear filled the Shenquanmen convoy.

Originally, to deal with Dongfang Bo, a first-rank martial artist, the old boxer Yu, who was only a fourth-rank martial artist, had no hope of winning.

He only felt that he could still rely on the advantage of numbers to fight for a chance to survive.

Now there came Tong Baixiong, a first-rank martial artist with older qualifications and more ruthless means, and the old boxer Yu could hardly put up the slightest resistance.

"After I make a move, you will each choose a direction to break through."

"One who can escape counts."

The old boxer Yu planned to sacrifice himself.

However.

His intention was easily seen through by Dongfang Bo: "Yu, do you want to escape in different directions so that we can lose one while focusing on the other?"

The old boxer Yu's face immediately stiffened like a corpse.

The eyes slowly showed an uncontrollable fear.

"It seems that Brother Dongfang has guessed it right again."

Tong Baixiong sneered, "Old man, take a look around."

As soon as the voice fell.

More than 30 people slowly walked out of the bushes and woods near the official road.

They were wearing the same clothes.

The clothes had the Fenglei Hall logo.

There was a cry.

The grandson of the old boxer.

And the women also cried.

The younger disciples also cried in despair.

Because the more than 30 disciples of the Demon Sect in front of them were all the top elite masters of the Fenglei Hall.

Each of them was at least a second-rate master of the sixth grade of martial arts.

The incense master among them had to reach the third grade to be competent.

Dongfang Bo was the deputy incense master of the Fenglei Hall a few years ago.

"You are doomed."

"Now do you know why I have been talking so much nonsense to you?"

Dongfang Bo's tone was very calm.

But the calmer he was, the more heartbreaking it was.

He had indeed been deceived by Master Yu before.

So after realizing it, he relied on his excellent lightness skills to block it alone.

Finally, he buried the hope of the Divine Fist Sect with his cunning and wisdom.

"The surname is Yu."

Dongfang Bo asked: "If you surrender, we can still give you a quick death."

Tong Baixiong had no patience and shouted: "If you want to drink a penalty drink, then we will nail you all to the trees on the roadside and let you die in pain."

Silence.

There was no crying from the Divine Fist Sect.

You can hear a pin drop.

Even the backbone of the group, Master Yu, was scared and frightened.

"Master Yu is so unlucky."

Ning Zhongze, who followed him, sighed.

The Wind and Thunder Hall is the most skilled, ruthless and outstanding hall in the entire Sun and Moon Sect.

These thirty-odd people are enough to destroy any sect or family in the world that does not have a top-level master..

Even though Ning Zhongze was very proud of his current martial arts.

Facing these thirty people, he did not dare to take it lightly.

"Go ahead."

"If you delay, something might happen."

Yue Buqun finally saw how talented and wise Dongfang Bubai was before he castrated himself.

No wonder he could become the first person in the Sun Moon Demon Sect.

No wonder he had the courage and means to replace Ren Woxing.

The figure was hazy.

By the time Ning Zhongze could calm down, Yue Buqun had passed through the Shenquan Sect's convoy like a ghost.

Ning Zhongze was too lazy to make any disguise, and he held a sword to kill the nearest Fenglei Hall elite.

"Who?"

Dongfang Bo and Tong Baixiong shouted in unison.

As a result, Tong Baixiong groaned and retreated three steps.

Dongfang Bo slashed with a sword.

The sword light burst out.

The cold and suffocating pure Yin sword energy swept over like a cold wave.

Where it passed, trees withered and green grass was covered with frost.

Magnificent!

Majestic!

The endless Haoran sword energy could even tear apart Dugu's sword energy.

The mere Xuanyin sword energy was a joke.

Puff...

Dongfang Bai's sword energy collapsed in an instant like a fallen leaf swept by the autumn wind.

Dongfang Bai himself was also blasted and thrown away with blood.

"Haoran sword energy."

Dongfang Bai was in awe, and the surrounding swordsmanship.

The originally invisible and intangible true energy was actually filled with rich blood.

Accompanied by the swing of the Qingquan Sword.

The blood-colored sword energy roared out.

It was like a violent evil wind.

It was like a merciless flood and beast.

It seemed as if nothing in the world could stop this sword.

But compared with the previous one, it had more determination to move forward.

Stab!

Simple to the point of paleness.

Direct to the point of contempt.

Because this was an unequal battle for Yue Buqun.

The previous blank evil star was also a martial arts master.

And he was a giant demon who had half a foot in the ranks of masters.

But what was the result?

Puff!

Yue Buqun pierced Dongfang Bo's hypocritical determination with a sword.

He also pierced Dongfang Bo's body, whose skin was better than that of a woman.

"Run, brother!"

"He is a martial arts master!"

Tong Baixiong came to kill.

Having just been hit by the finger-snapping skill, he suppressed the turbulent blood in his heart.

He used his sturdy body to protect Dongfang Bo behind him.

Back then.

Dongfang Bo was only the deputy incense master of Fenglei Hall. When he had not yet mastered martial arts, he was ambushed and killed by the Seven Tigers of Ludong.

It was Tong Baixiong who risked his life to save Dongfang Bo who was in danger.

And the scene this time was similar.

It was just that the opponent was Yue Buqun.

Step forward and blast out!

The whistling fist wind was comparable to the evil wind in the mountains.

The fist force exploded, likeThe mountains collapsed, and everything retreated.

But Yue Buqun was too lazy to even take out his sword.

He pointed his finger.

The fist power dissipated instantly like a broken balloon.

The shrill fist wind also stopped abruptly.

Even Tong Baixiong, the original body, was bleeding from his eyes, nose, mouth and ears.

Tong Baixiong's breath was also rapidly declining, and his burly body staggered involuntarily, almost unable to stand.

"Die, die, die!"

Tong Baixiong went crazy.

He used the same magic secret method as Dongfang Bai.

The blood was rising.

Surrounded by black air.

Yue Buqun hadn't made any specific moves yet.

His body was blessed by blood and black air to an unprecedented peak.

At this moment, Tong Baixiong broke through the threshold of heaven and earth and reached the master level that countless warriors dreamed of.

Same boxing style.

Same routine.

But the blast was more domineering and destructive.

Black represents death.

Blood represents determination.

Hold it!

Yue Buqun’s palm held the punch.

Just like an adult holding a child’s fist.