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

Facing the possessed Dongfang Bubai.

Facing the invincible swordsmanship.

Yue Buqun also slashed out a sword in amazement:

Chaos is broken!

The ultimate explosion of extreme yin and extreme yang.

The sword energy that could tear apart the original chaos shattered.

Yue Buqun retreated half a step.

Dongfang Bubai came like a ghost.

His speed was faster than before, more strange, and more deadly.

Ding.

The sudden attack of the blood-colored embroidery needle.

Yue Buqun's sword was strangled before he could use it.

The blood-colored cold light in front of him had already penetrated his mind.

It made it extremely difficult for him to breathe.

Ding.

The same plot.

Break Dongfang Bubai's fatal sword.

"Finger Magic?"

Dongfang Bubai realized that Yue Buqun also had a terrifying hidden weapon technique.

If he hadn't dodged in time just now.

Now his head would have exploded.

"It's okay."

Yue Buqun's mood calmed down a little.

But he always felt that Dongfang Bubai in front of him was not in the state yet.

At least it was not the craziest time.

"In this case."

"That's the only way."

Dongfang Bubai actually threw the Demon-Seeking Sword and stuck it straight into the rock.

He changed his hand to a blood-colored embroidery needle.

That's right.

This feeling is right.

A sense of crisis that penetrated the soul.

This kind of tingling sensation from the fatal areas such as the center of the eyebrows, eyes, and heart.

It made him realize that this was Dongfang Bubai's strongest form.

It is also the strongest trump card to kill him.

Sure enough.

Dongfang Bubai disappeared.

The next moment, he appeared in front of him.

The blood-colored embroidery needle was even closer.

Ding.

Thanks to the foresight of the preparation group.

Block the needle with a horizontal sword.

But Dongfang Bubai changed his moves in an instant.

Yue Buqun's sword had not been retracted yet, and his second needle had already pierced Yue Buqun's heart.

The sword was sunk to block.

The blood-colored embroidery needle failed again, but it did not return.

Dongfang Bubai's moves changed again.

Yue Buqun followed and defended.

Ding Ding Ding...

As fast as heavy rain hitting banana leaves.

As dense as hail hitting rubble.

The sound was almost continuous, without interruption.

Yue Buqun really couldn't think of anyone in the world who could be faster than Dongfang Bubai.

Such a speed.

Such a change.

Even if Feng Buping and Lin Zhongxiong were combined, it wouldn't be enough.

Ding Da!

Yue Buqun's mind moved slightly.

The sword body filled with purple clouds' true energy suddenly pulled down.

A needle hit the sword body.

A needle pierced the hilt.

Needles flew from both hands.

It was impossible to defend against it.

Before Yue Buqun's thoughts enteredWalking forward, Dongfang Bubai suddenly let go of his hands.

Countless embroidery needles covered him like raindrops.

Bang!

The space collapsed.

The purple clouds surrounding Yue Buqun suddenly fell.

This fall was like the fall of an immortal.

There was also the power of a saint descending to the world to suppress the universe.

The power that could not be killed in a second.

Even the surrounding air was compressed to the point of distortion and collapse.

And the rain of embroidery needles that was more deadly than the first hidden weapon of the Tang Sect was all suppressed in mid-air by this strange move.

Suffocation!

The indescribable breath pressed on my heart like a huge rock.

Heavy.

Oppressive.

No solution.

Dongfang Bubai's spiritual sense gave a crazy warning.

Forced Dongfang Bubai to use the red thread to retract the two blood-colored embroidery needles.

"Aren't you curious about what realm my Zixia magic has reached?"

"Look!"

Yue Buqun also exploded.

In an instant, a ball of purple air rose up.

It was so powerful that it dominated the earth.

From the outside, Luoyan Peak was suddenly covered with colorful clouds and surrounded by purple clouds, which was indescribable.

Such a realm has already transcended the scope of martial arts.

Even as strong as Dongfang Bubai, he felt so insignificant that he dared not look directly at the immortal.

"I have a sword."

Yue Buqun's eyes burst into purple light.

In an instant, he locked onto Dongfang Bubai.

No matter how fast Dongfang Bubai was.

No matter where Dongfang Bubai fled to now.

His next sword will definitely reach.

The sword was swung out.

It resonated with the heaven and earth.

No one could describe the brilliance of this sword.

No words could describe the exquisiteness of this sword.

It seemed to break some taboo.

It seemed to be punishing on behalf of the heaven.

Sacrifice.

Forget death.

Dongfang Bubai's body turned into a bloody meteor.

It's just that this meteor is in the shape of a sharp cone.

And the bloody embroidery needle is the ultimate sharpness of the meteor.

Boom!

Thunder in the plain.

Stirring up thousands of snowflakes.

The two-foot-thick snow accumulated on the top of Huashan Mountain was blown away in an instant.

And Dongfang Bubai's body flew high with a bright blood mist.

Finally fell to Luoyan Peak.

Yue Buqun did not chase.

He slowly put away his sword and stood with his hands behind his back.

He looked at the sea of ​​clouds in the distance.

He looked up at the purple clouds in the sky.

Dongfang Bubai's qi sea was shattered and his tendons and veins were cut.

Even with his cultivation, he had to be treated by a genius doctor of Ping Yizhi's level within half an hour to have a glimmer of hope.

But even if he could be saved, he would be a useless person.

Loneliness.

He felt an inexplicable loneliness.

It made the sense of separation from him that he did not belong to the ordinary world even stronger. (See the violentIf you want to read cool novels, go to Faloo Novel Network! )

"I'm late."

A voice full of regret sounded.

A domineering and cheerful figure came with a knife on his back.

"Bai Tianyu?"

Yue Buqun frowned.

Bai Tianyu's appearance was not very outstanding.

But people who saw him and his knife could recognize him at a glance.

Because it was a very inconspicuous knife.

The black knife, the black scabbard, the black handle.

The black represents death.

It condenses absolute evil.

Bai Tianyu replied bluntly: "I want to see if you can catch my knife."

"Don't say it's me."

"Even Shangguan Jinhong and the others can catch it."

Yue Buqun answered truthfully.

"I know."

Bai Tianyu replied: "First, I want to see how big the gap is with the Grandmaster, and second, I can't find the way forward, and need more direct sharpening."

"You will die."

Yue Buqun reminded him.

"It doesn't matter."[]

"Then I am honored."

Bai Tianyu was very regretful.

He rushed over without stopping.

As a result, he was slightly delayed on the way, and he had passed what might be the most exciting decisive battle in the martial arts world in a hundred years.

His regret made him go all out.

"You make a sword."

"I will give you a sword."

Yue Buqun was also bored.

He liked Bai Tianyu's sword, which could give him a little surprise.

Otherwise, he could only look forward to Li Xunhuan's flying knife.

Ask for flowers

However,

Even if it was Li Xunhuan's flying knife.

It's probably not as amazing as Dongfang Bubai's blood-red embroidery needle.

"Good!"

Bai Tianyu laughed non-stop.

Then.

He gathered his strength on the spot.

The breath continued to rise.

The wind rose from the ground, and the true energy boiled.

However, his strength and his will were all concentrated on the Black Abyss Knife.

Yue Buqun was slightly moved.

This momentum alone has surpassed most of the masters of the time.

Even people of the level of Li Xunhuan and Guo Songyang.

When encountering such a knife, they can only choose to avoid its edge.

Bang!

The knife came out.

The knife light suddenly cut everything.

And the crack swallowed everything.

A violent and domineering black track extended from the knife body.

Black Abyss.

The name of the sword is as good as it gets.

But it was facing a ball of purple clouds.

The myriad rays of light, like a fairyland, swallowed up the extreme black sword energy with the mighty and majestic sword energy, digesting it into the invisible.

"It's actually the sword intent of destruction."

"And it has condensed the sword energy."

Yue Buqun was full of praise.

Bai Tianyu was stronger than he had imagined.

It was a pity that he was finallyIt is the realm of martial arts masters.

"The gap is really huge."

Bai Tianyu is not like others.

What he showed was not the miserable dejection, but the helpless and natural feeling.

His natural unrestrainedness made him make a crazy choice:

He swung the sword for the second time.

The sound of the sword.

The black abyss burst into a shrillness.

And the bleak death.

For Bai Tianyu.

In the end, it will always return to death.

After death, everything he has and all the emotions he has endured.

All become the past.

Since that's the case, why should he be upset, why should he admit defeat.

Even if he dies.

He will do it in a grand manner.

Wave his hand.

Draw the sword.

Yue Buqun's sword is very fast.

It is both Yangwu Sword Technique and Xiyi Sword Technique.

It is also a sword that punishes foolishness and bears witness to no regrets.

The sword energy of Heiyuan was broken again.

But just when the sword light was about to penetrate Bai Tianyu.

A bright sword light like the crescent moon on the top of a mountain rushed over.

Disappointment.

Desolation.

Regret.

This is a sword with complex emotions.

It is also the first sword Yue Buqun has ever seen in his life.

Yangwu Xiyi Sword Energy was broken.

Yue Buqun did not move.

But the person who attacked had already slapped the confused Bai Tianyu off the cliff with one palm.

Sword.

Manifold sword.

Full moon scimitar.

The legendary small building listening to the spring rain all night.

Yue Buqun instantly knew that the person in front of him was the former leader of the Rakshasa Demon Cult, the world's best swordsman Bai Xiaolou, who had disappeared for nearly 30 years.

Bai Tianyu's father.

No wonder he appeared here.

No wonder he couldn't help but take action after hiding in the martial arts world for so many years.

"Are you willing to come out of seclusion?"

Yue Buqun looked at the white-haired former best swordsman.

Xiaolou listened to the spring rain all night.

It really lived up to its reputation.

It's just that the whole martial arts world didn't expect the former ruthless and deadly sword.

Now it has become a passionate and regretful sword.

"I shouldn't have come."

"But I have to come."

Bai Xiaolou looked at the place where Bai Tianyu fell, his eyes full of sadness. .