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

"Hahaha..."

Bai Tianyu laughed wantonly.

Laughed wildly.

But Hua Yinzhu did not stop him.

At this moment, the blood-filled aura of Hua Yinzhu disappeared.

Even the originally black and shiny hair lost its luster.

The whole person seemed to have aged 4 or 5 years in an instant.

"What kind of sword technique is this?"

Although Hua Yinzhu was puzzled.

But he had already guessed in his heart.

"A sword technique that kills people."

Bai Tianyu did not answer.

Because his mother warned him.

He must not use the scimitar left by his father, and must practice his own sword.

At the same time, he must not let people know the original name and original owner of the sword technique.

"Okay."

Hua Yinzhu did not ask any more questions.

Anyway, he has plenty of ways to trace the origin.

"It's a great day today."

"At least you are the first person who has seen this knife and survived."

Bai Tianyu's words were harsh.

But Hua Yinzhu just couldn't get angry.

"Goodbye."

"I hope you can give me more surprises in the future."

Hua Yinzhu didn't respond.

He just watched Bai Tianyu turn around and leave.

He went down the mountain happily.

Not long after.

The four elders of gold, silver, copper and iron, who he personally trained, rushed over.

Seeing that "Nine Eight Zero" was still alive, they were all relieved.

"Master?"

Elder Jin looked at Hua Yinzhu suspiciously, who was motionless.

He was very frightened in his heart.

"This man is extremely talented."

"No wonder even those who hate him have to admire him."

Hua Yinzhu sighed.

But it was his words.

The four elders of the Rakshasa Demon Sect just breathed a sigh of relief.

"Bai Tianyu's ranking in the weapon list is underestimated."

"This may be Bai Xiaosheng's conspiracy."

"Bai Xiaosheng may not be able to do it, but the people in the top sects in the Central Plains are the best at this."

The three Rakshasa elders were indignant.

Only Elder Jin did not speak.

Because he found that Hua Yinzhu's hands were not right.

Not only were those hands covered with bloodshot, but they were also thicker than usual.

"It's a done deal."

"It doesn't matter whether it's a conspiracy or not."

Hua Yinzhu sighed, "I will keep my promise and never set foot in the Central Plains for the rest of my life."

The agreement he made with Bai Tianyu.

Whoever loses will have to stay away from him for the rest of his life.

And he will never set foot in the Central Plains.

Because both the Rakshasa Demon Cult and the Divine Sword Hall have the ambition to sweep across the Central Plains.

"Master!"

"No!"

The elders kept trying to stop him.

But Hua Yinzhu was indifferent.

Because he had discovered that the swordsmanship used by Bai Tianyu was almost the same as that of his brother Bai Xiaolou.

That is, the knives used are different.

One is a crescent-shaped scimitar.

The other is a black abyss long knife.

"No problem."

"I can't enter the Central Plains, but you can."

Hua Yinzhu said sincerely: "Hua is ashamed of the Holy Church. If there are capable people in the church in the future, Hua is willing to step down and let the wise man go."

This is not a great enlightenment.

But there is a higher pursuit.

His throne as the leader was given to him by Bai Xiaolou because he didn't want it.

His magic skills were thrown to him by Bai Xiaolou because he disliked them.

Now he has the opportunity to reach Bai Xiaolou's level.

Why should he be confined to the throne of the Rakshasa leader?

"Leader?"

The four elders exclaimed and knelt down.

But Hua Yinzhu had a plan in mind and turned away.

Leader throne?

Divine Sword Hall?

Oath?

None of them could stop his ambition.

In Ju'an Tower.

The pleasant singing stopped abruptly after an hour.

Yue Buqun's swordsmanship also stagnated.

He found that his swordsmanship was a bit conservative.

Nothing new.

Under the deliberate development.

Ning Zhongze was very happy.

And he once again fell into a slight regret.

"Husband."

"Your swordsmanship is much more fierce than before."

Ning Zhongze asked tiredly: "Are you worried about something?"

Yue Buqun wiped the sweat off Ning Zhongze's forehead with his hand.

Then he asked back: "In all these years, when have I ever vented my emotions to you?"

"Didn't I just now?"

Ning Zhongze asked stubbornly.

Because she could clearly feel the impact of the sword tip.

That was not what she usually felt.

"Does that count?"

Yue Buqun said seriously: "I can let you experience what real heavy swordsmanship is now."

"Don't!"

Ning Zhongze was instantly weak.

Just now, she had been exhausted by the impact of the domineering swordsmanship.

If her physical condition had not been much better than before.

Otherwise, she would have fallen asleep due to exhaustion.

"So you also know how to behave as a husband."

Yue Buqun made a double entendre and smiled evilly.

Frightened, Ning Zhongze quickly changed the subject: "Husband, didn't Lin Zhongxiong say before that Jing Wuming's sword was terrible, comparable to Guo Songyang? How come..."

Yue Buqun asked back: "You mean why he lost to Senior Brother Feng?"

"Yeah."

"After all, one is ranked 10th on the Weapon List, and the other is ranked 6th on the Weapon List."

Ning Zhongze's mentality is very simple.

I feel that there is a gap of several places.

The difference in strength should be a bit obvious. (To read the exciting novels, go to Faloo Novel Network!)

"Comparable means close."

Yue Buqun explained"You think there is a big gap between the sixth and tenth weapons in the Weapon List, but in fact, it is often just a half-move difference."

"Then..."

Ning Zhongze asked with a smile: "Then can I also challenge Guo Songyang, Hu Bugui and others?"

"You have made some progress in the sword-breaking style."[]

"It is not a problem to fight them for a hundred moves."

Yue Buqun did not answer directly.

But the smart Ning Zhongze has already heard the meaning.

So.

Ning Zhongze whispered: "Husband, if it is a life-and-death fight, can I survive under Jing Wuming's hands?"

She is not like Lin Shiyin.

She is not Bai Feifei.

She still has her own dream of the martial arts world.

"Yes."

Yue Buqun answered very affirmatively.

Ning Zhongze also understood the hidden meaning in the words.

In a life-and-death struggle, you lose more than you win.

But you can save your life with the sword-breaking style and the purple cloud magic.

Ning Zhongze murmured: "It seems that I can't even beat Senior Brother Feng."

Yue Buqun smiled but said nothing.

If it is a real life-and-death struggle.

Perhaps Feng Buping's wind-fast sword will be broken completely, but Ning Zhongze will definitely die in the end.

"Hmph."

Ning Zhongze was a little angry.

She thought that she had practiced the Dugu Nine Swords and was the nemesis of all swordsmen in the world.

With her own strength, it would be no problem to get into the top ten of the weapon list...0

Especially when Zuo Lengchan was still the tenth.

She felt that she could not beat others, but she could definitely beat this tenth in the weapon list.

"Hmm?"

Yue Buqun snorted.

Ning Zhongze calmed down and quickly took up the topic: "Well, in your eyes, the current weapon list is becoming more and more representative, and the ranking gap is not obvious."

"This is a fact."

"It's not just my opinion."

Yue Buqun knew that Ning Zhongze was not convinced.

But he liked Ning Zhongze's cute look.

"Huh?"

"In this case, Jing Wuming is almost the same as Lin Zhongxiong?"

Ning Zhongze seemed to have discovered something again.

"Yeah."

"They are taking the same route."

"Unless there is a cliff-like gap, no one can do anything to anyone."

Yue Buqun nodded.

After all, Lin Zhongxiong has practiced the Exorcist Sword Technique for nearly 30 years.

After mastering the mind method, his strength has improved by leaps and bounds.

There are practical breakthroughs almost every month.

Of course.

This kind of growth is not permanent.

Lin Yuantu's level is the upper limit of Lin Zhongxiong.

"I understand."

"I understand everything."

Ning Zhongze pointed at the knife on the wall and asked: "The only thing I don't understand is why my husband secretly practiced swordsmanship?”

“Don’t we have the unique skills of the three sacred peaks of Huashan Mountain?”

“Are there any secret skills of the Anti-Liangyi Sword Skill?”

Yue Buqun said: “My sword skills have been stuck recently, so I wondered if I could use the knowledge from other mountains to polish my jade.”

[Xiyi Sword Skill (Level 6): 5299/6000]

I borrowed the insights from Yangwu Sword Skill last time.

No longer confined to Yangwu’s Haoran Qi, after cultivating Xiyi Sword Qi for a while.

The proficiency of Xiyi Sword Skill stopped soaring.

To this day.

The speed is getting slower and slower.

So Yue Buqun came up with an idea and borrowed the knowledge from other mountains of sword skills.

Of course.

He was just trying his hand at it.

“Thank you for your hard work, husband.”

“It’s all my fault that I can’t help.” ”

Ning Zhongze 2.8 blames himself.

Depressed.

“Help me?”

“I can help you right now!”

Yue Buqun’s signature smirk came out again.

Ning Zhongze seemed to know that he could not escape his fate.

Not only did he accept his fate.

He also actively cooperated.

And Yue Buqun wanted to repay his beloved wife.

This time, his swordsmanship became gentle and lingering.

And lasting.

At the same time.

Outside Qinyun Cottage.

Lin Shiyin, who couldn’t sleep at night, had nothing to do, so she got up to practice swordsmanship.

Originally, her swordsmanship was just average.

Not very good.

But it was absolutely no problem to deal with ordinary scoundrels.

But today.

Her condition was slightly special.

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The graceful figure interprets the agile and natural sword shadow.

This set of swordsmanship is really beautiful.

Elegance is full of spirituality.

Nature also has the nobility and splendor of peony.

At this moment, Lin Shiyin is like a fairy in the night, incomparable to anyone.

Once.

Again.

As the swordsmanship deepens.

Her perception also fluctuates with the sword intention.

Sometimes, she is as unrestrained as a forest elf.

Sometimes, she is as happy as the wind of freedom.

Finally...

The fragrance of the water disappears.

The beauty stops the sword. .