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

This surprise attack came unexpectedly.

But Tang Ying'e is the vice-chief of Songshan Sect after all.

His strength is extraordinary.

He has mastered the Songshan sword technique to perfection.

Even if he was attacked by surprise.

Even if there was no room to dodge.

But he still showed a tight sword light at the moment of life and death.

"Ahhh..."

"My eyes!"

But the other four people did not have the strength of Tang Ying'e.

The four people were attacked by surprise.

Some only had their faces scratched.

Some had their eyes cut.

The scene was in chaos.

But it was in this chaos.

A sharp and ruthless sword light was mixed in with the broken tiles, hidden weapons and falling smoke.

There was no sign.

Cruel and ruthless.

It just pierced through the heart of Tieshanhu Wanyuan so easily.

"Feng Buping!"

Tang Ying'e's roar followed.

But Feng Buping's body skills have been integrated with his sword skills.

In an instant, a sword light shining like lightning burst out in the mountain temple.

Fast!

It was too fast!

Tiger-faced hero Li Bi just barely returned a few swords.

Then his body slowly fell down.

Zhang Cheng and others didn't even know how many swords Li Bi had been hit by.

Kill!

Kill, kill, kill!

Thief Zhang Cheng knew that this was a life-and-death moment.

His gun skills burst out without reservation.

His gun skills originated from the military.

Later, he merged with the martial arts of the underworld, bringing forth new ideas and showing his cunningness.

So he made a great name for himself among the branches of Songshan.

It's a pity.

A branch is a branch.

Feng Buping's sword was like a fish in a reef.

It moved naturally and fluently.

Finally, the sword pierced Zhang Cheng's heart.

What can I do.

Zhang Cheng was really a thief.

He actually grabbed Feng Buping's sword tightly when he was dying.

He wanted Feng Buping to be buried with him.

Generally speaking.

A kendo master without a sword is like a toothless tiger.

But Feng Buping smiled grimly and turned over to avoid Tang Ying'e's killing move.

Then he slapped him with an ordinary palm.

Clang!

The sword of the little guard He Ying shattered instantly.

The most terrifying thing was that the broken sword pieces shot him into a knot.

One of the pieces even pierced his heart fiercely.

"So your palm..."

The little guard He Ying couldn't continue.

He fell on his back.

He died.

The mountain temple returned to peace.

Tang Ying'e didn't care about the death of his fellow disciples, and stared at Feng Buping who had taken back his sword.

"You are not injured?"

Tang Ying'e realized that he had been deceived.

As for Feng Buping's performance just nowIn the state he came out of, he didn't look injured at all.

"I was injured."

"But I have Yuzhen Powder on the outside and the secret medicine of the sisters from Hengshan inside, so I have recovered long ago."

Feng Buping's breath was very stable.

Because he knew the result was already determined.

Not to mention that Tang Ying'e was not in good condition, even if Tang Ying'e had no internal injuries, he was 100% sure to kill him.

"Hahaha..."

"So you Huashan have been guarding against us all the time."

Tang Ying'e laughed.

And regretted it.

"You all want to annex our Huashan, who should we guard against if not you?"

Feng Buping was depressed.

Looked at Tang Ying'e with the eyes of a fool.

"That's right."

"We are too naive."

Tang Ying'e smiled grimly, as if he had made a decision, and suddenly rushed towards Feng Buping.

The sword energy burst out like a rainstorm.

All of them were killing moves.

No room for himself.

Ding...

The sword light flashed.

Sparks burst.

The two exchanged more than 20 swords in a short breath.

Tang Ying'e's moves were all killing moves.

And Feng Buping's moves were all defensive moves.

At this moment, Tang Ying'e did not want to kill Feng Buping, but only wanted to severely injure him and cut off Feng Buping's future.

In this way, he also fulfilled Zuo Lengchan's instructions in disguise.

Unfortunately, the idea was good.

Reality is a bit cruel.

Feng Buping responded with a quick sword, countering his moves and fighting and retreating.

Because he had a faster sword.

More powerful internal strength.

This was destined to be an unequal blood fight.

Gradually.

Tang Ying'e's sword began to slow down.

The momentum also gradually declined.

This was a sign of exhaustion.

It was also a sign of death.

"Not good!"

Tang Ying'e's expression changed drastically.

But just as he was about to make a move, all he saw was the sword light.

Unprecedented density.

Unbelievably fast.

In the end, Tang Ying'e was in a dazzling cold, and several parts of his body were in pain.

Before he could take a closer look, his vitality was quickly lost.

"Senior Brother Zuo will avenge us."

Tang Ying'e looked at Feng Buping viciously.

He was going to add mental pressure to Feng Buping before he died.

"Zuo Lengchan?"

"I'll wait for him..."

Feng Buping slowly sheathed his sword.

He looked relaxed, his movements were casual, and he seemed very calm.

But the calmer he was, the more terrifying the madness he was brewing was.

Feng Buping said casually: "Although this is a wilderness, generally speaking, no one will find your bodies. But I won't be so careless. I will throw your bodies into a more remote ravine, so that you can become the best food for the wild beasts.”

Tang Ying’e’s face changed drastically.

Because he had made the worst preparations in advance.

Once they were all killed.

The things they left in their clothes would make Huashan the target of public criticism.

This was the last alternative.

It was also Tang Ying’e’s last wisdom.

But if he was treated like that by Feng Buping, his last foreshadowing would be in vain.

“The hungry beasts will deal with you completely, leaving no residue.”

“In addition, I will have people sell your weapons, fast horses, etc. to the far north or south.”

“This will not only mislead your Songshan Sect, but also create more enemies for you. "

Feng Buping's tone remained calm.

But the more so.

Tang Ying'e's face became paler and paler.

I don't know if it was because he was scared or because he lost too much blood.

But in the end.

Tang Ying'e slowly fell down.

He died with his eyes open.

"Five masters."

"Among them is the deputy head of Songshan."

Feng Buping looked at Tang Ying'e's body and sighed, "If you had done this intentionally, I really wouldn't have been able to escape unscathed."

All this was thanks to the little beggar.

Thinking of the little beggar's intelligence.

Thinking of the character that suited his taste.

He was tempted.

He had the urge to accept a disciple.