Yue Buqun and Ning Zhong looked at each other with joy in their eyes.
Today, the Huashan Sect was completely defeated, and everyone was injured. If the four Jian Sect members came by force, I'm afraid they would have no other choice but to die.
Now that Feng Buping has spoken out to challenge him, he couldn't be more happy.
Sword sect is stronger than the early stage, and air sect is stronger than the later stage. This is a recognized principle in Huashan martial arts, so Yue Buqun and his wife are full of confidence.
Yue Buqun stood up and said, "You mean to decide the outcome of the two Sword Qi Sects based on the outcome of the two of us?"
Feng Buping sneered: "Even if you represent the Qi Sect, Feng will represent the orthodoxy after the merger of Huashan Sword Qi!"
Yue Buqun did not bother with the sarcasm in Feng Buping's words, and raised his long sword, "In this way, as all the heroes and heroes present can testify, the victory or defeat has been decided, so there is no regret."
"Never regret it!"
Feng Buping's long sword was unsheathed, and the cold light was sharp.
The men in black consciously gave way, but they were hoping that the two Sword Qi sects would fight each other and both sides would be injured, and then they would reap the benefits.
Representatives of the two Sword Qi sects in the field immediately engaged in a fight. After the swords touched each other, the battle became fierce and extremely fierce.
Xu Yin's attention was not on the scene. He knew that Feng Buping, who had greatly improved his swordsmanship, was no longer a match for Yue Buqun.
When Yue Buqun's Zixia magic power consumes all his internal energy, the winner will be decided.
So Xu Yin turned to the leader of the men in black and said, "Your Excellency, why don't you leave?"
The leader of the men in black said fearfully: "We also want to bear witness to the fight between the two sects of your Huashan sect."
"Haha, we didn't invite other sects in the world to witness the internal sword fight twenty-five years ago. What qualifications do you have to witness today? Why don't you get out!"
These men in black are all over forty years old, and many of them are of the same generation as Yue Buqun. How can I bear to be so looked down upon by a junior?
"Xu Yin, I admit that your swordsmanship is great, but there are so many of us and we don't follow the rules of the world. I advise you to be more careful with your words."
Xu Yin then walked out of the temple with his sword in hand, looked up at the dark night sky, and let the rain fall from his face.
"It's raining heavily tonight, which is perfect for killing people. Which of you wants to die? Or do you plan to come together?"
The men in black couldn't bear it anymore and rushed out one after another, surrounding Xu Yin.
Cheng Buyou and Cong Buqi were about to go out to help each other, but Xu Yin raised his hand to stop them.
"The two uncles will rob the formation for my master to prevent the airbenders from misbehaving. Here, this junior is enough to take care of it."
Cheng Buyou and Cong Buqi knew how powerful their nephew was. Hearing him speak so confidently, they stopped at the door and paid attention to both sides of the battle.
"Young people are arrogant and arrogant, and I will teach you a big loss today!"
As soon as the leader in black finished speaking, he heard the sound of dripping water penetrating through the rain curtain and rushed in front of him. He was immediately shocked.
The dark night was mixed with heavy rain, and the sight was already severely obstructed. In addition, Xu Yin's water-avoiding sword collapsed and bent, almost turning into countless sword shadows, rolling up the rain curtain between the sky and the earth as if it were scattered.
How can he argue with flowers!
The brothers beside him wanted to stop him, but they couldn't move faster than Xu Yin's sword. They could only watch Xu Yin fly in front of the leader like a ghost, and then the leader's head shot into the sky before he even had time to lift his sword.
rise!
"Revenge for my elder brother!"
Frightened and angry, the other men in black came to attack him with weapons.
Xu Yinyi moved freely among the crowd like a ghost, and no one could catch his light kung fu movement derived from the sword technique of warding off evil spirits.
Once he sees a flaw, he will point it out with the water-avoiding sword in his hand, and he will surely hit someone's vitals.
The transparent rainwater was immediately mixed with bright red liquid and splashed in all directions.
The underworld master who had just wiped out the entire Huashan faction seemed to be surrounded by Xu Yin alone. No one could capture Xu Yin, and no one could escape from the light of his sword.
In the Yaowang Temple, the battle between the leaders of the two Jianqi sects was fierce and frightening.
However, every time a scream came from outside, people couldn't help but divert their attention.
All the disciples of the Huashan Sect raised their heads and looked at each other, feeling like a turbulent wave in their hearts.
They had fought against the eighteen underworld masters before, and they knew that these people had strange weapons, tacit cooperation, and superb martial arts. Only the master could defeat eight of them. Even the master's wife would be injured if she faced three of them.
How could Xu Yin, who was not much older than him, be so powerful that he could kill them all by himself and make them so desperate?
Yue Lingshan's face turned pale, and she squeezed in beside Linghu Chong, "Senior Brother, that person can defeat all of them by himself, does that mean he can destroy our Huashan Sect by himself?"
Linghu Chong struggled for a while, but still felt weak all over. The eight strands of true energy in his body rushed wildly, consuming all his own true qi. And he couldn't control those eight true qi, so he couldn't get up any energy.
I don’t know how he solved this problem in the original work when he suddenly exploded.
"Little junior sister, although this man's swordsmanship is powerful, do you believe that senior brother can control him...as long as senior brother has no injuries on his body."
Yue Lingshan curled her lips and said with a mournful face: "Brother, it's now like this, so don't come to comfort me. Dad may not even be able to beat him, how can you beat him!"
Linghu Chong smiled bitterly and looked outside Yaowang Temple, but what he was thinking about was the two men practicing swordsmanship with Feng Qingyang that day.
He could be sure that Xu Yin had not fully mastered the essence of Dugu Nine Swords, and was far inferior to him. At present, he should be relying more on the exquisiteness of his original swordsmanship.
If I were to fight him, I would definitely be able to defeat him with the help of Dugu's Nine Swords.
At this time, the battle in the rain has come to an end.
The other men in black were killed and their courage was shattered. They had no fighting spirit and just wanted to escape. However, they were all enveloped by the light of Xu Yin's sword. If they tried to resist, they might survive for a moment longer. Those who turned around and fled would surely die immediately.
His movements are strange, he comes and goes suddenly, no matter sword, gun, sword, stick, chain or hammer, he can only chase after him and eat ashes.
Combined with the Dugu Nine Swordsmanship and the one-handed water-avoiding swordsmanship, the attack is unpredictable. Even if the sword comes out, it can be successfully blocked, but it cannot prevent the sudden change of the sword edge, and the sword is often hit at the vital point.
There was a man in black who fell into madness due to extreme panic. He danced the cooked copper rod crazily, until it turned into a halo of light to protect his whole body, making it impossible for water to splash in.
Xu Yin, however, only circled around him, killing his companions one by one. He occasionally made an offensive gesture, but frightened the other party into waving the copper rod with even more energy, and in the end he was exhausted from exhaustion.
At this time, Xu Yin casually struck out with his sword and killed him with a sarcastic smile.
Not long after, all the men in black present were beheaded outside Yaowang Temple, and no one survived. This progress was much faster than the fierce fight inside the temple.
Xu Yin let the rain wash away the blood on the sword, but did not return the sword to its sheath. Instead, he walked in with the water-avoiding sword and said leisurely: "Master, those rats have been taken care of by the disciples. Just concentrate on dealing with Yue Buqun."
Feng Buping's momentum increased greatly, but Yue Buqun, on the other hand, felt a little uneasy after hearing these words.
The operation of his Zixia magic skill was already extremely draining of energy, but now it was intermittent, and Feng Buping immediately saw the flaw, and attacked one after another with the violent wind and quick sword.
Yue Buqun was clumsy on both sides. He consumed too much energy and was unable to react in time. His arm was scratched, the sword fell, and he was hit on a key point, unable to move.
Feng Buping laughed loudly after sheathing his sword, feeling extremely happy.
"Yue Buqun, are you convinced today?"
Yue Buqun sighed, "If you want to kill or behead me, please do as you please. I'll give you my pleasure. Yue will not be humiliated by you."
"Since you admit defeat, there is no need to kill you. You are not as good as others today, so give up your position!"
Ning Zhong, whose face was full of tears, said, "Senior brother..."
Yue Buqun gritted his teeth and said: "You took my life, and the head of Huashan is yours!"
Feng Buping said angrily: "If you don't eat the toast, you'll have to drink wine as a penalty, then fine, I'll kill you! I'm too lazy to be so verbose with you!"
"Don't kill my father!"
"Brother Xu, did you promise not to hurt anyone from my Huashan sect that day?"