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

First floor.

Gathering the twenty-seven streams, talking about family, country and world affairs.

Feng Buping and Linghu Chong sat by the window.

Listening to many rumors.

"Why don't you hang out with that flying eagle recently?"

Feng Buping sipped his tea.

Frowned slightly.

I don't know if he is used to drinking Huashan's wine and tea.

Or the things Yue Buqun made are not ordinary.

In short...

No matter how he drinks, it doesn't taste right.

"Master."

"Don't laugh at me."

Linghu Chong was embarrassed: "Now he is the fourth head of the East Factory, the famous iron claw flying eagle in the world. He is busy with official duties, how can he care about a small role like me."

"You can actually laugh at yourself."

Feng Buping was a little surprised.

The time they spent together as master and disciple was very long.

After all, Feng Buping played a great role in Linghu Chong's mastery of so many sword techniques.

Let alone other things, the time spent together as sparring partners was exaggerated.

To some extent.

Their relationship was closer than that of father and son.

Raise a glass.

Replace wine with tea.

Linghu Chong then slandered: "This so-called First Floor, whether it is wine, tea, or food, is a level lower than Huashan."

Especially wine, Linghu Chong has the most say: "For example, this wine, let alone compared with the head master's uncle, it is much inferior even to the tavern."

Feng Buping smiled but said nothing.

Yue Buqun was the most versatile all-rounder he had ever seen.

Compared with Yue Buqun, those so-called talented masters and masters in the world of martial arts.

It's just a small witch meeting a big witch.

Feng Buping said: "So we elders say that you are born with a blessing but don't know how to appreciate it."

"Hehe..."

Linghu Chong also let go.

Grinned in response.

But in this perfunctory, their faces froze.

Because there was a martial arts competition on the long street in front of the first building.

To be precise.

It was Mian Kuang Silang who was blocked by someone.

"It was Taoist Master Pan Yun, the head of the Iron Sword Sect."

Linghu Chong frowned and said: "He founded the Iron Sword Sect several years ago and is famous for his Pan Yun swordsmanship."

"He ranks more than 60 in the Weapon List."

"And he rose to prominence in a moment, how could he not be famous?"

Feng Buping said directly.

The current Weapon List is much more powerful than before.

This can be seen from the continuous decline in the rankings of Guo Songyang and Zuo Lengchan.

"There is little information about Taoist Panyun."

"But it is said that he has a good relationship with Wudang and Shangqing Temple."

"It's just that his disciples are not that good."

Linghu Chong's mouth curled with a few traces of coldness.

Feng Buping put down his chopsticks.

No words.

I didn't bother to ask Linghu Chong why he knewThese.

Anyway, he has been here for so long with Feiying, so it is normal for him to know some side information of the martial arts world.

At this time.

The long street has been in a fierce battle.

The Taoist Panyun is not very old, but his swordsmanship is extremely sophisticated.

The black iron sword in his hand is obviously not an ordinary one.

The sword light is shining.

There is a hint of darkness in the darkness.

At first glance, you might mistake it for seeking the magic sword.

"Your swordsmanship is good."

"It's a pity that it's not fast enough."

Mian Kuang Shilang shook his head, seeming a little disappointed.

He doesn't even need to use the phantom sword.

He can do it easily with just his body skills.

"You are looking for death yourself."

The Taoist Panyun was furious.

Although the current Iron Sword Sect is not the sect with a transcendent status a hundred years later.

But their lightness skills are already outstanding.

The Taoist priest's black iron sword became mysterious along with his body movements.

As if climbing clouds.

As if riding a dragon.

The body movement called [Climbing Clouds and Riding Dragons] brings the power of Taoist priest Panyun's swordsmanship to the extreme.

There are killing moves in the scattered places.

There are traps in the trance.

"Good!"

Mian Kuang Shilang broke the move in a flash.

But Taoist priest Panyun's swordsmanship is like the water of the Yangtze River, surging and continuous.

Mian Kuang Shilang was forced to use the phantom sword.

As if lifting a heavy weight.

The posture is trance.

The attacks of Taoist priest Panyun repeatedly failed.

In a hurry, he forced a large-scale killing move.

In an instant, only the light black sword light of Taoist priest Panyun remained on the long street.

Mian Kuang Shilang shouted wildly.

The samurai sword named sword instantly emitted dozens of false and mixed sword lights.

But Taoist Pan Yun was blessed.

The faint dragon howl exploded with the black sword light, and also passed through the dozens of sword lights, and finally pierced through the heart of Mian Kuang Shilang.

However.

There was no exclamation now.

There was no emotion.

There was only dead silence.

Including Taoist Pan Yun, his body was frozen, and his eyes were full of sadness.

No one bowed his head.

No need to bow his head.

Taoist Pan Yun knew that his heart had been pierced.

He was already dead.

"So this is the phantom sword."

"It's not the sword body that's phantom, but the human body."

Linghu Chong sighed: "It's weird and scary. No wonder it's the best in Japan."

Feng Buping's eyes were gloomy.

Mian Kuang Silang burst out in an instant, and his speed was even faster than the Exorcist Sword Technique. (To read the exciting novel, go to Flylu Novel Network!)

This was completely unexpected for him.

"The Iron Sword Sect has just been founded."

"The character of Taoist Pan Yun's disciples is also terrible."

Linghu Chong shook his head and sighed: "If Taoist Pan Yun, the founder of the sect, had not died and could have persisted for another ten years, the Iron Sword Sect would have been very successful.The sect will surely become a great sect in the future."

"It's time and fate."

Feng Buping was also very sad.

The regrets and disdain Linghu Chong mentioned, from the fact that several disciples of Taoist Panyun still dare not step forward to collect the body of their master.

They don't even dare to cry out loud.

It can be seen that he is cold and indifferent.

Just at this moment.

Mian Kuang Shilang suddenly put his hands together.

Then he performed a courtesy.

The samurai sword flew across the sky.

The body of Taoist Panyun was separated.

Mian Kuang Shilang actually finished the knife on the body of Taoist Panyun.

Silence.

The whole audience almost stopped breathing.

"Evil man!"

"Madman! ”

Countless shouts arose.[]

In a duel, if you win, you win.

What’s more, you have already killed the other party.

The feud ends here.

But you still beheaded the other party after his death, leaving him without a complete body.

This is simply treason in a feudal society that values ​​death and burial.

Da.

Feng Buping swept down.

“Draw the sword.”

The Buping sword pointed directly at Mian Kuang Shilang’s face, and said coldly: “You have already fought a battle, I will not take advantage of you. If I don’t defeat you within a hundred breaths, then I will lose.”

“Feng Buping! He is Feng Buping, the Wind-speed Sword!”

“.Haha, this ronin’s good days are over. ”

“The senior brother of Huashan Sect has personally taken action, and Mian Kuang Silang will definitely die.”

…

The originally silent first floor was boiling.

And several disciples of Taoist Pan Yun also took the opportunity to shout.

“Finally, there is a decent master.”

Mian Kuang Silang took out a handkerchief.

Wipe off the blood on the samurai sword.

Then he covered the head of Taoist Pan Yun with the handkerchief.

“Silang has heard of the name of Huashan Sect a long time ago.”

“The final goal of entering the Central Plains this time is to challenge Yue Buqun.”

Mian Kuang Silang’s samurai sword returned to the sheath.

At the same time, he began to lower his body.

Make a gesture of drawing the sword.

“With you?”

“Not qualified.” "

While Feng Buping was responding, he had completed his charge.

"Kill you..."

"That's enough!"

Before Mian Kuang Shilang's voice fell, he had already disappeared.

The ground where he stood was even more cracked.

At the same time, Buping's sword swept heavily towards the ground in front.

The sound of explosions suddenly rose.

The cracked ground and the flying gravel bloomed indiscriminately.

Ding...

A dozen sword lights burst out in front.

Mian Kuang Shilang obviously didn't expect Feng Buping to have such a move.

He could only passively defend.

The previous sword-drawing momentum had been broken.

But Feng Buping was more ruthless and fiercer than he had imagined. Damn Zhao

The majestic true energy seemed to be out of controlThe flood burst out of his body.

These are hundreds of thousands of sword qi.

At the same time, there are flying swords all over the sky.

Everyone was shocked by the wonderful and terrifying sword light.

They couldn't even breathe.

And as the person involved, Mian Kuang Silang had no time to be shocked.

His body split directly.

Two Mian Kuang Silang appeared in an instant.

Then when the sword qi torrent swallowed them, it had split into four.

Retract!

Feng Buping seemed to sense something.

He suddenly retracted his sword.

Then it turned into an even more incredible sword.

Supreme.

Magnificent.

Great.

Ten thousand mountains facing the emperor.

Mian Kuang Silang's real body flew away.

The process of flying was accompanied by a little blood mist.

No pause.

There is only life and death.

An unhealthy flush appeared on Feng Buping's face.

The Buping Sword, which was already in decline, burst out again with a roar like a huge bell under impossible circumstances.

The sword light swung out.

The sky and the earth seemed to split apart.

In the distance, a crack-like object appeared:

The sword opens the gate of heaven!

This sword can be said to be the most powerful and artistic sword move of the Five Mountains Sword School. .