"Amitabha, Donor Xu, you have won a great victory today, why do you need to kill everyone again?"
"Mr. Xu, enough people have died. Let's spare others."
Xu Yin, surrounded by Cheng Buyou, Cong Buqi and a group of Huashan disciples, looked at the sanctimonious two people in front of him and couldn't help but smile up to the sky.
They were just about to kill me, why did you two righteous leaders suddenly stand by and watch?
He didn't say what he was thinking directly, he just turned around with his sword in hand and walked towards the battlefield that was still not over in the other corner.
His master Feng Buping is still engaged in a life-and-death struggle with Yue Buqun.
Although the fight between these two men was not as terrifying and murderous as that between Xu Yin and Zuo Lengchan, it was not far behind in terms of danger.
When Xu Yin was competing with Zuo Lengchan in swordsmanship, Feng Buping and Yue Buqun were fighting in another corner of the stone platform. On the scene, Feng Buping was the main attacker and Yue Buqun was the main defender.
Both of their faces were filled with purple aura, but Yue Buqun's purple aura was even more intense, steaming out of his body. It was obvious that his Zixia Gong cultivation was much deeper.
However, Feng Buping's sword moves were even more swift and dense. One man formed a wall and besieged Yue Buqun from all directions.
If Yue Buqun were still at the same level as Yaowang Temple back then, he would have been defeated long ago.
However, at this time, he had been discussing swordsmanship with Zuo Lengchan in the Songshan Sect for a long time, and his swordsmanship had greatly improved.
Furthermore, he also absorbed something from the secrets of Dugu Nine Swords, eliminating the essentials from his original swordsmanship, making it more agile and practical.
Therefore, when faced with Feng Buping's violent sword, it is enough to sustain a long battle.
After all, Feng Buping's internal strength is not as good as that of Yue Buqun, which will be very disadvantageous in a long battle, so he speeds up the attack and must capture Yue Buqun before he runs out of energy.
When Yue Buqun saw this, he sarcastically said: "The leader of the Sword Sect has practiced our Qi Sect's magical skills. Feng Buping, I hope you can be worthy of my master."
Feng Buping sneered and said: "Yue Buqun, your swordsmanship is not bad, how come you secretly learned our sword sect's deadly chain of three immortal swords? It's a pity that it doesn't work on Feng."
"It's disrespectful to come and go without reciprocating. You can't covet the secrets of our Qi Sect, but I can't learn the secrets of your Sword Sect."
"Hahaha, it's interesting. Feng advocated the merger of sword energy, and Yue Buqun seems to agree with it.
Why don't you simply surrender and accept me as the leader? The door of Huashan Sect will still be open for you.
Isn't this better than living under the shelter of others in the Songshan sect?
Your daughter, who is as beautiful as a flower, didn’t marry Zuo Lengchan’s disciple voluntarily, right?”
Yue Buqun said nothing. In any case, after the fiasco at Yaowang Temple, his personal prestige had been completely lost.
Sometimes he even feels that he cannot hold his head high in front of his wife and daughter. As the leader, he cannot grow the clan, and as a husband and father, he cannot protect his wife and daughter.
Later, he was sent to live under someone else's roof. Everyone in the Songshan sect was polite to him on the surface, but secretly they laughed at him and rolled their eyes.
Zuo Lengchan's disciple Di Xiu came to propose marriage. He wanted to refuse, but how could he refuse?
As long as the Huashan Sword Sect exists, it will be difficult for him, Yue Buqun, to gain a foothold in the world! He will be a loser and a loser who everyone laughs at!
Thinking of this, Yue Buqun's heart surged with rage and hatred. The sword technique in his hand was no longer as soft and gentle as before, but became more fierce and ruthless, hitting the vital point with every move!
At this time, both sides were attacking more than defending, and soon there was blood on the scene!
When Feng Buping saw that Yue Buqun had given up his defense and turned to attack, he acted exactly as he wanted, and launched out a series of swift swords. Due to the flaw in Yue Buqun's swordsmanship, he stabbed him in the shoulder and with two swords in his lower abdomen.
However, Yue Buqun used Zixia Gong to protect his body. Although these two swords were cruel, they did not penetrate deeply into the flesh.
In turn, he took advantage of Feng Buping's greed for merit and rushed in. He slashed at Feng Buping's head with his sword.
Fortunately, Feng Buping had to dodge quickly, allowing the sword to fall from his shoulder to his chest, avoiding the fatal blow.
However, the wound was quite long and a large amount of blood flowed out instantly. He hurriedly sealed several large points to stop the bleeding, but Yue Buqun just used his martial arts to seal the muscles of the wound and continued to rush forward to fight to the death.
When Feng Buping saw Yue Buqun starting to risk his life, he also became angry with himself. He recalled in his mind the disastrous defeat of the Jianzong twenty-five years ago. Many of his fellow disciples were either defeated or committed suicide, so his eyes were scarlet and he slashed hard with his sword.
The two sides exchanged less than ten moves again, and were struck by swords several more times. They were scarred and stained with blood!
By this time, Xu Yin had already separated life and death from Zuo Lengchan, and killed many elders of the Songshan Sect.
When he came over with his sword in hand, Feng Buping and Yue Buqun were already at the end of their crossbows.
Of course, Xu Yin could not just sit back and watch his master and Yue Buqun die together. The water-avoiding sword flicked lightly, and the sound of dripping water could be heard faintly.
Yue Buqun was in the middle of a battle with Feng Buping. He didn't even know that Zuo Lengchan was dead. When he heard the sound of dripping water, he subconsciously stood on his head.
Out of the corner of his eye, he immediately saw Xu Yin walking towards this direction, and despair flashed through his heart.
When you are in despair, you are determined to die. Since you are going to die, then grab someone to support you!
At that moment, he immediately used Zixia's magical power to the extreme. Without any reservation or defense, he used the Chaoyang Yiqi Sword and stabbed Feng Buping's heart with all his strength!
Feng Buping also heard the sound of the water-avoiding sword collapsing in his ears, and he did not want to die with Yue Buqun who fell into madness, so he chose to retreat in the face of Yue Buqun's life-saving blow.
This withdrawal is like the Yellow River bursting its banks and flowing thousands of miles!
Xu Yin was shocked, accelerated suddenly, and blocked Yue Buqun's Chaoyang Qi Sword with one strike.
But he found that if his sword collided with the opponent's, it would be blown away by Yue Buqun's desperate inner energy, and he would not be able to save his master at all.
So he changed the path of his sword, and instead slashed at Yue Buqun's sword-holding hand. Now the only way to prevent Feng Buping from being killed was to cut off his arm first!
Yue Buqun is not weak, but Xu Yin is one step faster at this time, and he is almost sure to cut off Yue Buqun's arm first.
Suddenly, a wooden stick flew from below. It was obviously filled with pure Qi, and it hit his soft sword. The soft sword was hit by force and then hit Yue Buqun's long sword. The two phases interacted at the same time.
deviation from the target.
Xu Yin was about to draw his sword and continue to chase Yue Buqun, but a gray figure stood between him and Yue Buqun with his hands behind his back.
"There are only a few people from the Huashan sect, please stop killing each other."
The battles and vendettas on the stone platform were extremely brutal, and the participants were all top experts in the world.
Who can break up a fight in such an occasion, and who dares to break up a fight in such an occasion?
Thousands of martial arts people in the audience were talking about it, but not many people on the stage recognized the old man in gray.
Master Fang Zheng and Taoist Priest Chongxu looked at each other for a long time, then finally confirmed and stepped forward hand in hand.
"Amitabha, I didn't expect that Feng Donor, whom I haven't seen for more than twenty years, has made great progress in martial arts!"
"Pindao also misses the old days of sword discussions at Wudang Mountain."
The old man in gray clothes was naturally Feng Qingyang, who had returned to the world. He nodded towards the two old friends, but his eyes were staring at Xu Yin with extremely complicated eyes.
"In the past, when I taught you and Linghu Chong the swordsmanship in Siguoya, did you ever swear an oath not to kill each other in the same sect? Have you forgotten it?"
There was only coldness in Xu Yin's eyes, without any trace of the past friendship.
"Junior never breaks his oath!"
Feng Buping, Cheng Buyou, Cong Buqi and others finally recognized Feng Qingyang at this time. As disciples of different generations, they had grown up listening to the legend of Feng Qingyang since they were young. They had no respect for this uncle.
Like worshiping gods.
Naturally, he was very excited at the moment and actually knelt down to Feng Qingyang to salute in front of everyone.
"Buzi generation Feng Buping (Cheng Buyou) (Cong Buqi) pays homage to my uncle!"
Feng Buping saw that Xu Yin was still holding the sword and standing there with a cold expression. He didn't know the origin between the two, so he pulled Xu Yin's clothes and said: "Bastard, this is your grand master uncle, a senior of our Sword Sect.