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

The swordsman at the door was very high-profile.

It was not his character that was high-profile, but his clothes.

The taboo golden clothes set off his tall figure even more prominently.

It seemed to be for the convenience of using the sword.

His sleeves were tightly tied, and the corners of his shirt were very short, only covering his knees.

"Master!"

Linghu Chong's hair stood up all over his body.

He had seen all kinds of masters.

Even Li Xunhuan and Feng Buping's level of battle had been witnessed.

But he had never seen such a terrible swordsman.

As if...

The other party was born to kill.

"Go away!"

Sun Xiaohong shouted anxiously.

At this time, she was already anxious.

Although the other party was definitely here to kill her, she didn't want to implicate the innocent Linghu Chong and Lu Dayou.

"We won't leave."

"This is Huashan's territory."

Linghu Chong often made mistakes, but he knew right from wrong at critical moments.

Even though he knew he couldn't win, he still wanted to delay.

"We can't just watch them die without helping."

Lu Dayou also expressed his attitude.

Sun Xiaohong's frankness.

And her frankness.

He felt a spiritual touch different from that of a beauty.

"Where is Sun Baifa?"

Jing Wuming slowly drew his sword.

Linghu Chong tried hard to suppress the fear in his heart.

Lu Dayou swallowed a mouthful of water and firmly grasped the hilt of the sword.

"Grandpa is not here."

Sun Xiaohong said stubbornly: "This is none of their business. Let them leave. I can take you to see Grandpa."

She has the heroic spirit of a child of Jianghu.

She also has a responsibility far beyond that of a man.

For a moment.

Jing Wuming admired her very much.

It's a pity that Sun Xiaohong is an enemy.

The daughter of the Sun family must be killed.

"Since you don't mind bullying the weak."

"Then I won't be polite."

Feng Buping's voice came from far away.

He appeared behind Jing Wuming, at the end of the long street.

Jing Wuming's thin and long palm with protruding bones suddenly tightened.

Very hard.

Very powerful.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time."

Jing Wuming's eyes showed extreme desire.

That was the desire to kill.

It was also the confidence to surpass.

"What a sharp sword."

Feng Buping asked, "How did Shangguan Jinhong do it?"

Now everyone knows that Jing Wuming is the shadow of Shangguan Jinhong.

Under Shangguan Jinhong's training.

Jing Wuming's sword became more and more mysterious.

More and more evil and cold.

A cold light flashed.

Jing Wuming did not answer.

Because he was used to answering with a sword.

"He is really a terrible genius!"

FengBuping exclaimed.

But the killing intent in his heart became stronger.

Feng Buping was ten years older than Jing Wuming.

Strictly speaking, he was Jing Wuming's elder.

But since Jing Wuming was the first, he didn't mind being the fifteenth.

What's more...

This is at the foot of Mount Hua.

The Money Gang not only openly crossed the line, but also wanted to kill the disciples of Mount Hua.

How could he tolerate this.

Kill!

Jing Wuming didn't like nonsense.

He responded to Feng Buping with the fastest speed and the sharpest swordsmanship.

The storm came.

Jing Wuming's sword also began to kill.

The two passed each other.

In an instant, more than twenty swords had touched.

Every sword was fatal.

Each sword strike was designed to be unconventional.

Turning around.

Rain and strong wind.

Feng Buping already knew that Jing Wuming's swordsmanship was not only vicious and cruel, but also mysterious and strange.

It seemed that every sword move of his could surprise him.

No, it was not.

The sword light suddenly appeared.

And then it suddenly disappeared.

In terms of evil nature, it was completely in line with the swordsmanship of exorcising evil.

This made Feng Buping's initial posture change from attack to complete defense.

However.

Feng Buping suddenly laughed.

What a familiar scene.

The sudden storm ended, and the whole thing shrank. At the subtle moment when the condensation reached the extreme and life and death only existed in a thought, the sword of unbalance bloomed like the dawn.

"Li Xunhuan~"

Linghu Chong exclaimed.

Because he recognized at a glance that this was the sword technique that Li Xunhuan had used before.

It's just that Li Xunhuan's sword technique is poetic.

It's the sword of a blooming rose that outshines all the others.

And Feng Buping is the flood that bursts the dam after a violent storm.

The two have similarities.

Retreat.

Jing Wuming retreated in a panic.

But he only retreated his steps, not his sword heart.

His sword heart, like his emotionless and lifeless dead eyes, doesn't care about winning or losing, nor does he care about his own life or death.

At this time.

A thin-faced uncle with messy hair appeared.

Although he was drunk.

Although he was holding a wooden sculpture in his hand, not a flying knife.

But his appearance still froze Jing Wuming's imminent explosion.

Thinking for a moment.

Jing Wuming turned around and left.

Extraordinarily straightforward.

He was not afraid of death, but he did not want to die in vain.

The most important thing was that he already knew that Li Xunhuan was here.

He had to pass this news to Shangguan Jinhong as quickly as possible.

Because Shangguan Jinhong said:

In the current weapon list, the only weapon that is qualified to kill him is Xiao Li Feidao.

In Jing Wuming's eyes.

Shangguan Jinhong'sLife is more valuable than your own.

"What a pity."

Feng Buping's face was full of regret.

Sun Baifa, with a head full of white frost, supported the Tianji stick and slowly walked out of the darkness.

"Yes."

"His sword has entered the evil path."

I only heard Sun Baifa echoed: "Originally, his sword could surpass Li Xunhuan and Guo Songyang, but in the end, I don't know why he lives, and his swordsmanship has lost its direction."

His steps are weak.

The breath is also weak.

It is obvious that he has not recovered from his serious injuries.

But he can talk freely, obviously he has passed the most dangerous moment.

"I'm not talking about him." (To read the violent novels, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

Feng Buping naturally will not pity Jing Wuming.

Just like Jing Wuming will not pity Sun Xiaohong.

To be kind to the enemy is to be cruel to yourself.

"So it was him."

Sun Baifa followed Feng Buping's line of sight. []

It turned out that he pitied the hidden Xiao Li Feidao.

"He..."

"It's a pity indeed."

Sun Baifa said mysteriously: "But maybe this is his chance."

"Chance?"

"I don't think anyone wants such a chance."

Feng Buping shook his head.

But he didn't dwell on this issue.

Instead, he looked at Linghu Chong and Lu Dayou who were hiding in the corner and trying to sneak away.

"You two..."

Although the voice was very light and there was no murderous intent.

But it still frightened Linghu Chong and Lu Dayou so much that they stood straight and didn't dare to breathe.

"Follow me back to the mountain."

Feng Buping did not punish them.

He did not scold them.

Because the two of them showed the courage of a man in the face of life and death.

This made him very satisfied.

"Yes."

How could Linghu Chong and Lu Dayou remember to buy wine and drink?

They responded in unison.

They were so honest.

Sun Xiaohong, who witnessed everything, laughed non-stop.

Especially in front of Feng Buping, the two of them were like mice caught by a tabby cat.

The trembling posture.

She completely forgot the life and death just now.

"Maybe..."

"This Huashan is very interesting."

Sun Xiaohong thought so in her heart.

And Sun Baifa looked at Sun Tuozi and his beloved Sun Xiaohong with complicated eyes.

An idea that was both subversive and feasible came to mind.

On the other side.

Outside Huayin County.

There is another battlefield here.

This is a battlefield that Sun Baifa, Feng Buping, Li Xunhuan and others did not notice.

Yue Buqun slowly put away his sword.

Fourteen masked men were lying on the ground.

The last masked old man knelt down.In front of Yue Buqun, his face was full of disbelief.

"Yes."

"At least cut off a certain causal line."

Yue Buqun said something unclear.

No one knows.

No one needs to know.

Anyway, this is a certain explanation from Yue Buqun to Liang Fa and Huashan Sect in another world.

It is also a fatal warning to Songshan Sect.

"Are you a human or a ghost?"

The masked old man still suppressed the fear in his heart and asked his heart's words.

The fifteen of them hid in the rivers and lakes.

Never exposed in the rivers and lakes.

But the record of the fifteen of them is brilliant.

Even if it is a martial arts master.

Even if it is a demon elder.

Once they are ambushed, they will definitely die.

But what about now?

They didn't even know how Yue Buqun attacked, and three of them fell directly.

When they woke up, Yue Buqun had already killed them.

Two breaths.

From the meeting to the end, there were only two breaths.

The most serious problem was that Yue Buqun seemed to know their identities.

There was no hesitation or mercy when he attacked.

"Who are you here to kill?"

Yue Buqun was too lazy to remove their black scarves.

Because in Yue Buqun's eyes, they were already a group of dead people.

"Sun Baifa?"

"No, you (Zhao Zhao) are not from the Jinqian Gang."

Yue Buqun began to guess.

Then he remembered the man Feng Buping had dealt with, and suddenly said: "It must be Jing Wuming, right?"

The masked old man's eyes suddenly widened.

Obviously, Yue Buqun was right.

Whether Jing Wuming succeeded in eradicating the root of the problem or not, and whether he was injured or not.

The masked killers were acting with intent.

The chance of success is very high.

"You want to stir up hatred between Huashan and the Money Gang."

"When both sides are hurt, you Songshan will have the opportunity to reap the benefits."

Having grasped the main thread, many things can be explained.

Yue Buqun also saw through Zuo Lengchan's plot.

It has to be said.

This plan is very sinister.

But once it succeeds, it will definitely benefit the Songshan Sect without any harm.

"Songshan Sect?"

"They are not qualified to order us around."

The masked old man was still stubborn.

Perhaps he knew he was going to die.

So he had to make himself look more heroic.

Result.

The masked old man trembled slightly.

Then he slowly fell down.

"Does it matter?"

"Whether you are pawns thrown to Songshan Sect by others."

"Or the secret trump card cultivated by Zuo Lengchan with great effort."

"The origin and process are no longer important..."

Yue Buqun turned and left.

Escaped into the darkness.

OrMaybe for him.

Tonight is just to clean up the flies around him. .