Chapter 150 Cong Buqiu's Prestige (I wish everyone a happy New Year's Eve)
And he stood there, as if the abyss was still and the mountains were stagnant, with the aura of a master.
"Master of Sword Sect!"
The demon sect disciples looked at each other with dazzling eyes, and their hearts were filled with fear.
Wang Cheng and several incense masters thought that more than 20 years ago, when the Huashan Sect was divided into the Qi Sect and the Sword Sect, the Sword Sect disciples worked hard to practice swordsmanship. Every famous disciple was a master of swordsmanship and recruited thousands of swordsmen.
Strange and ever-changing, murderous.
And this old man has a pine-like figure and sharp eyesight, showing his extraordinary internal skills.
If you are at this level, your momentum is naturally extraordinary, and your martial arts skills are no small feat.
It is the supreme pursuit of a warrior to cultivate both internal and external skills. After all, there are only a few top masters in this world, and masters who can cultivate both internal and external skills are even rarer to find. When Cong Buqi showed up, his aura alone was already astonishing to most people.
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The entire Shaanxi Branch of the Sun Moon God Sect is afraid that only Wang Cheng can defeat this master of the Sword Sect.
Although Xiang Masters like Zhou Wenlong, Zhao Yu, and Chen were not weak in martial arts, they were afraid that they would not be able to match the swordsman master in front of them.
"Yes, my senior brother Cong has lived in seclusion for twenty years just to practice the Huashan swordsmanship so that he can shock the world with one move. It is unlucky for your demon sect to meet my senior brother Cong."
Feng Zhou spoke calmly and looked at the people in the Demon Cult with disdain in his eyes.
"No wonder you dare to bully just two people. It turns out that you have a swordsman master to rely on!" Wang Cheng didn't take it seriously, but laughed loudly: "I have many disciples of the divine sect, and there are many masters. I want to defeat a Huashan Sword Sect."
Master, it's easy!"
"Oh?" Feng Zhou didn't take it seriously. He knew that the banner leader named Wang Cheng in front of him had great martial arts skills. He also remembered that when Ren Woxing was subduing the elders in Meizhuang, there was a man named Wang Cheng. Maybe he was right in front of him.
This guy.
It's just that if he wanted to take down Cong Buqi, he would have to take more than two hundred moves. By then, everyone in the Sun Moon God Cult would probably be dead.
As for how they died, of course Feng Zhou took action and killed them.
At this moment, a voice came from the backyard: "Brother Wang is talking about me, right?"
As soon as he finished speaking, everyone's eyes were blurred. There was already a man standing in the courtyard with a heavy back and a strong back.
He is tall and muscular, with shining eyes, an iron-green body, and muscles bulging like a horned dragon, like an ancient god of war.
"This is Sun Qingyang, the Feitian Venerable of our divine sect. He is the chief helmsman of Sanren Venerable. He has devoted his whole life to studying Huashan swordsmanship. The two of you are very close." Wang Cheng laughed.
The purpose of studying Huashan Swordsmanship intensively is of course to find the flaws in Huashan Swordsmanship so as to win the battle.
"It turns out to be Venerable Sun!"
Some of the demon sect disciples exclaimed.
There are many masters at the head of the Demon Sect, but those who can be called sages are obviously unique in martial arts.
"When did Venerable Sun come to share the helm with us?"
"I don't know!"
"I heard that Venerable Sun is the number one master among the Sanren of our divine sect. When he comes here, the two Huashan disciples will be dead!"
"With him here, these two guys from the Huashan Sect will definitely die. Even if Yue Buqun comes to take revenge, we will have nothing to fear."
The disciples of the Sun and Moon God Sect were either in high spirits or in high spirits.
With Venerable Sun and Banner Master Wang, as well as other masters from the Shaanxi branch, Feng Zhou and Cong Bu abandoned their wings and could not fly.
"Are you Yue Buqun's younger brother Yue Buming?" Sun Qingyang shouted coldly: "In the past year, the Huashan sect has repeatedly killed the brothers of our Shaanxi branch of the divine sect, and now they have even killed them in our Shaanxi branch. I will not kill them today.
How do you explain this to the tens of thousands of disciples of our divine sect!"
"Explanation? What explanation?" Feng Zhou Feng Zhou said without changing his expression.
"He who kills will pay with his life!" Sun Qingyang said firmly.
"You demon sect disciples killed so many people? Why don't you pay with your life?" Feng Zhou asked in return.
"Hey, how can I, a disciple of the Divine Sect, be compared with those ants?" Sun Qingyang said righteously.
"It makes sense, so you are like ants in my eyes." Feng Zhou sighed softly, his mood waned for a moment, and he didn't want to say anything more.
Cong Buqi snorted coldly, took a few steps forward, sword in hand, and looked sideways at Sun Qingyang. He said, "I want to see what skills you, a loose member of the Demon Sect, have for us to explain to you!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he flew forward and used the "Gu Mu Sen Sen" move. His sword was as fast as lightning and he swiped at Sun Qingyang.
Cong Buqi is a talented swordsman. He has never given up practicing swordsmanship for more than 20 years. He also practiced the Huashan Mental Technique seriously. After returning to Huashan, he carefully watched the Huashan Nine Arts of the Huashan School, including the Zixia Magic Skill.
, after half a year, I have become more refined. This sword was swung with full force, and the move was as sharp as lightning.
When everyone saw it, they all lost their countenance, and even Wang Cheng's expression changed slightly. Only Sun Qingyang was not surprised but overjoyed, shouting: "Well done!"
He suddenly swung his Lei Zhen Block and struck with his backhand to block the sword, intending to break the sharp sword in Cong Buqi's hand.
Unexpectedly, Cong Buqi snorted coldly and instantly put his sword on the thunder block. With a smooth movement, he heard the sound of "Go!" and the sword slashed towards Sun Qingyang's right hand.
If the opponent does not remove the thunder shock block, the fingers on his right hand will be cut off.
What a demon cultivator. In desperation, he hurriedly pushed back. The thunder blocker in his hand quickly twisted to block Cong Buqi's long sword.
But Cong Buqi had already gained the upper hand. He swung the long sword in his hand and launched attacks one after another. Every move and every move was swift and swift, never leaving the key points in front of Sun Qingyang's body.
Sun Qingyang roared like a tiger again and again, dodging left and right, trying to get away from him so that his thunder block could be used. However, Cong Buqi was not weak in internal strength and never gave up his advantage, suppressing the opponent to his death.
"How is this possible?"
The disciples of the Demon Sect had cold hands and feet.
They thought that the masters in the teachings should be able to suppress Cong Buqi, but they did not expect that they would be at a disadvantage from the beginning, and they could only dodge and be unable to fight back.
"Is this how he mastered my Huashan swordsmanship?"
Feng Zhou pointed at Sun Qingyang, a member of the Demon Cult who was dodging around, and smiled at Wang Cheng.
Although Wang Cheng had a superior demeanor and his expression was as usual, but at this moment he saw that the friend he invited from the sect was being beaten by Cong Buqi. Although he could still sustain a few moves, he was obviously being suppressed to death by the opponent, and he couldn't help but feel sad.
It was ugly for a while.
"Hmph! Yue Buming, you are happy too early!"
Wang Cheng shouted loudly and suddenly said loudly: "Brothers, at this time, why don't we come together!"
Zhou Wenlong, Zhao Yu, Chen, and Ma Dahai immediately roared, each holding a weapon, and pounced on him.
The four of them are not weak in martial arts and have great skills. With this attack, they immediately gained the upper hand.
"Haha, Yue Buming, your senior brother's life is at stake, what else can you say?"
Wang Cheng laughed loudly.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he finished speaking, Cong Buqi burst out laughing: "What can a few incompetent people do to me?"
I saw a flash of cold light, Zhou Wenlong screamed, and his right arm was broken.
Immediately afterwards, Zhao Yu's wrist was cut off, Chen was kicked in the waist, and Ma Dahai was directly hit in the critical point by the opponent's left hand, and fell to the ground motionless.
Although Sanren Sun Qingyang took the opportunity to distance himself, Cong Buqi's swordsmanship was extraordinary and he still cut off one of his fingers, causing the opponent to retreat dozens of feet and never dare to move forward again.
Wang Cheng and others were stunned and couldn't help themselves.
Just now, Cong Buqi fought against Sun Qingyang. Although he had the upper hand, he did not harm the opponent at all. How come there were so many people on his side, but his side immediately suffered a heavy loss?