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

Ancient pine.

Spruce.

The gentle breeze blows on her face.

The fragrance fades and the moon fades.

Leaning on the railing alone.

Lin Shiyin's gentle and bright eyes flickered with thoughts that did not belong to this world.

Yue Buqun looked over.

Seemed to be surprised by her.

Then he revealed his natural shyness.

At this moment, she was like a frightened little elk.

Because what she held in her hand was Yue Buqun's green gourd.

Unconsciously, she had tasted it many times.

There was nothing she could do.

When emotions came, she was completely herself and unrestrained.

Yue Buqun smiled elegantly.

He moved his lips twice.

He went down the mountain.

Because at this time, Cheng Buyou and Cong Buqi had already led Linghu Chong and others through the gate of Songshan Mountain.

They naturally came to Songshan Mountain to watch the battle.

Because the journey is not far.

It can also be regarded as a journey to increase experience.

Therefore, Yue Buqun and Feng Qingyang decided on this suggestion together.

But Yu Hongyan didn't want to go down the mountain.

A Fei, who was originally very interested, also stayed behind in Huashan.

As a result, the new generation lineup of Huashan was very incomplete.

"Huashan is here!"

The arrival of Huashan attracted the attention of many Songshan disciples.

Especially Lao Denuo, Yu Nan and others.

"They are all little brats. No wonder I didn't see them in the last competition."

"It is said that Feng Buping, the fast sword of the wind, is about the same age as our leader."

"Yes, the whole Huashan is full of vigor and vitality. It seems that even the leader of Huashan has not reached the age of thirty."

...

In a sigh.

Many people learned more detailed internal information of Huashan.

And when they heard that there were many masters in Huashan, and even masters of the Qing generation survived.

So that every Huashan disciple could get personal guidance from the elders.

For a while.

The Songshan disciples looked at Huashan with a little envy.

Especially Lao Denuo and Yu Nan.

They secretly hated Huashan for not accepting them.

"Kunlun is here to pay homage to the mountain."

The leader of Kunlun, Zhenshanzi, is here.

He just appeared at the mountain gate.

His two disciples shouted with their powerful inner strength, adding to the power of their master.

"The inner strength of these two people can be compared with the Taibao."

"Those who dare to go to Songshan really have three tricks."

Cheng Buyou and Cong Buqi just went to the Fengshan Terrace.

They saw the famous Qiankun Sword.

Then.

They had a thought in their minds at the same time:

He is actually Zhenshanzi.

Even if the Qiankun Sword in everyone's imagination is not a mighty middle-aged uncle.

At least he must be a Taoist priest with a fairy-like appearance.

But Zhenshanzi is not tall.

And his facial features are sharp and his shoulder bones are very broad.

Even a precious golden silk Taoist robe cannot hide his sturdiness.

At first glance.

It is like a miniature giant.

"I am afraid this person is born with brute force."

Cong Buqi guessed: "If he practices external skills again, I am afraid his strength will be extremely terrifying."

"The most important thing is the Flying Dragon Nine Styles"

Cheng Buyou is still curious.

Why is the Flying Dragon Nine Styles so famous in the world.

According to the records of the elders of Huashan...

The moves of the Flying Dragon Nine Styles are extremely simple and can be cracked at a glance.

"Senior Zhenshanzi."

"It's been a long time since we last met."

Zuo Lengchan led the crowd out.

The lineup was huge, with people in front and behind.

In terms of momentum alone, Zuo Lengchan has taken the lead.

"You have come from afar."

"Why don't you sit down and have a cup of tea, so that others won't say that our Songshan Sect is harsh."

Ding Mian was also heart-breaking.

At this time, he even gave a spiritual assist.

"Let's not waste any more time."

"Let's show our true strength."

Zhen Shanzi shouted: "After defeating you, I will go to Huashan to challenge Feng Buping to boost the reputation of Kunlun!"

He seemed to be impatient.

He didn't give him any room for buffer.

And his disciples and the Kunlun elders who came to help dispersed.

But they were still vigilant.

It seemed that they were afraid that the Songshan Sect would do something dirty.

"Okay!"

Zuo Lengchan propped himself up with his feet.

The whole person leaped out like a ferocious beast.

As soon as he landed.

Zhen Shanzi's hair stood up.

Cold!

Not just the coldness on the surface.

But the coldness from the heart.

Zhen Shanzi had thought about how terrifying Zuo Lengchan was.

But he didn't expect Zuo Lengchan to be so strong.

"Go ahead."

Zuo Lengchan smiled sinisterly: "I have long wanted to see the so-called Flying Dragon Nine Styles."

Zhen Shanzi didn't answer.

He had suppressed his surprise and fear and put away all his worries.

Slowly drew his sword.

The focus of his eyes gradually became only one person and one point.

Zuo Lengchan seemed to sense something.

The sword was unsheathed in advance.

At the moment when the sword light burst into cold light.

Zhen Shanzi shot out like an arrow from a bow.

His speed was too fast.

The impact was too strong.

Even the air was repelled wherever he passed.

Dang!

Zuo Lengchan slid back.

Zhen Shanzi lived up to his name of Qiankun Yijian.

Although the moves of this sword were simple, its power was extremely overbearing.

Zuo Lengchan seemed to be fighting against a monster who had cultivated both internal and external skills and was gifted with supernatural powers.

The tearing sensation from the tiger's mouth and the numbness in his arms made him think that he was facingHe is an old monster with a hundred years of power.

The head of Kunlun Sect.

The reputation is well-deserved.

But this is just the beginning.

A new beginning, two sleeves of clean wind, three Yang Kaitai, four sides of ambush, five blessings, six harmonies...

The sword shadow also changes from one to two, from two to three, four, five, six... (To read the exciting novel, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

This is the mystery of the Flying Dragon Nine Styles.

Zhen Shanzi, who is in a dominant position, launched a tidal wave of attacks.

The scene seems to be one-sided.

Even though Zuo Lengchan's cultivation has surpassed the heads of all generations.

But he is still exhausted. []

This is something that his perfect Songshan swordsmanship cannot cope with.

So Zuo Lengchan started his original swordsmanship again.

Face the swordsmanship of Dongfang Bubai.

Compared to the little bit of condensed cold icy qi that day.

This time the cold air is incomparable:

Cold air exploded.

Waterfall and raging tide.

And Zhenshanzi also performed the last move:

Nine Nine Return to the Origin!

Nine Swords Flying Together!

This sword is a sword of sword energy.

It can also be a sword of free hand.

It is definitely not a flying sword in the true sense.

Even so.

The cold wave was still torn apart.

The vast sword shadows cut through the Songshan sword technique.

It also cut through Zuo Lengchan's leader's brocade robe.

However.

The most deadly sword energy was smashed by Zuo Lengchan's Songyang Divine Palm.

Laughed.

Zhenshanzi smiled evilly.

This laughter is not like a human voice.

Because its voice carries an indescribable evil.

It seems to penetrate people's hearts and make people palpitate.

At the same time.

Zhen Shanzi suddenly swung his hand and flew out his sword.

And in the same breath.

The four short swords hidden in the golden silk Taoist robe also flew out at the same time.

Ding!

Ding Ding!

Squeak!

Five different sounds sounded almost at the same time.

Then everyone saw that Zuo Lengchan's waist and arms had hideous bloody wounds.

At the same time, they also saw Zhen Shanzi retracting the five flying swords into his hands at the same time.

"Not only sword energy."

"There is also the flying sword technique of letting go."

"So this is the true form of the Flying Dragon Nine Styles."

Cheng Buyou and Cong Buqi looked at each other.

They could see the shock in each other's eyes.

And relief.

What shocked them was that the Nine Flying Dragon Styles were indeed worthy of their reputation.

Luckily, they witnessed it with their own eyes and knew the most ferocious secrets.

".Good!"

"I didn't expect you Kunlun had this trick up your sleeve."

Zuo Lengchan's hand was filled with bone-chilling coldness, and he froze his wound like this, saying, "I will use heavy hands next, so be careful."

This is a warning.

It was also a naked killing intent.

Originally, this move was prepared for the elders of the Demon Cult, especially those who ranked higher than him in the weapon list.

But there was no choice today, so he had to use it in advance.

"Hmph!"

"Bluffing!"

Zhen Shanzi thought Zuo Lengchan was not convinced and was still playing psychological warfare.

Sword light rushed forward!

Rain hitting flying flowers!

This sword technique is not only beautiful, but also sinister.

Because this Kunlun orthodox sword technique is all oblique.

And among the seven or eight oblique moves, there is also a straight move.

You can advance or retreat.

You can be oblique or straight.

It is hard to predict.

Zuo Lengchan used both sword and palm.

The sword lights of the two were chaotic, and they fought back and forth.

It was hard to tell who was better.

The magnificent sword light conceals boundless murderous intent.

Suddenly.

Zhen Shanzi used the same trick again.

Because the first four moves of the Flying Dragon Nine Styles are no different from ordinary swordsmanship.

Zhen Shanzi actually hid these four moves in the Rain-beating Flying Flowers Sword Technique.

When Zuo Lengchan noticed it.

There were already five sword shadows on the scene.

The last five moves can be evolved from the sword energy and the flying sword, which can be sent and received freely and wonderfully.

(Liao Nuo Zhao) What flew out the previous second was only the sword energy.

What was shot out the next second was the flying sword.

Zuo Lengchan blocked it left and right.

Seemed embarrassed.

However.

Zuo Lengchan's sword flew out without any warning.

He seemed to want to learn from others in the battle.

Follow suit.

It's a pity that he was showing off his skills in front of Lu Ban.

Zhen Shanzi threw his hands up with a mocking face and easily deflected the flying sword.

But at this moment.

Zuo Lengchan's Great Songyang Divine Palm was already coming.

A punch fell.

The air around seemed to be squeezed by this palm.

A deafening sound of breaking through the air broke out.

Thunder Sword Technique!

The sharp sword used by He Zudao, one of the Three Saints of Kunlun, when he blocked the door of Shaolin.

Natural brute force combined with strong internal strength.

Accumulate strength and blast out.

The speed of the move.

It is not inferior to the Exorcism Sword Technique at all.

But it was just this moment.

Zuo Lengchan's right hand, which was freed by abandoning the sword, was pushed out with a bang.

Heart-breaking Palm!

The top secret skill in the Nine Yin Manual.

It is also a horrifying killing move.

No one could have thought of it.

No one could have thought of it.

Zhen Shanzi watched helplessly as his sword, the treasure of the sect, was shattered on the spot.

The fragments covered him like stray arrows.

Although Zhen Shanzi took emergency shelter.

But the piercing pain from his abdomen and heart forced him to admit defeat. .