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

Chapter 284

Is the sword heart disappointed?

Feng Qingyang couldn't hear the two people's riddles at first.

But after carefully looking at Guo Songyang, he quickly understood.

"You have an extra short sword."

"A true swordsman doesn't need a second sword at all."

Feng Buping's tone was full of deep disappointment.

But he didn't stop criticizing and continued: "And you seem to be wearing inner armor. How much do you not trust your sword to make such an arrangement?"

The sword is straight.

The sword heart of a peerless swordsman is also pure.

So Feng Buping is not afraid of swordsmen like Di Junwu.

On the contrary, he is very afraid of swordsmen like Jing Wuming and Ye Baiyun.

"Not confident?"

"Maybe."

Guo Songyang looked at Feng Buping and said, "The reason why I dare not see you is that I am afraid that I can't help but challenge you again."

Feng Buping is about to get married.

If he challenges Feng Buping at this time, let alone brothers, even strangers can't do it.

This is also one of the reasons why he wants to avoid Feng Buping.

"I'm fine."

"Buping, don't make trouble."

Feng Buping didn't retreat at all, but Feng Qingyang spoke up.

As an elder.

How can he allow the younger generation that he values the second most to make trouble like this?

"Let me do it for you."

Feng Qingyang took out a wooden sword used by children to practice sword.

Before Guo Songyang got angry, Feng Qingyang said: "I don't want to bully the weak. If you can hold on for thirty breaths, then I will consider it as an unfair loss. How about that?"

"Thirty breaths?"

Guo Songyang got angry.

He has been practicing hard for so long.

He also brought the Yuchang Sword and the Golden Silk Armor.

He is here to participate in the Forbidden City Final Battle on the night of the full moon.

If he can't even hold on for Feng Qingyang's thirty breaths.

Then how can he have the face to participate?

"Don't be angry."

"It's not too late to get angry after you hold on for thirty breaths."

Feng Qingyang was very calm.

So calm that he didn't seem to be fighting against a peerless master at all.

Instead, he was training his own juniors.

"Okay!"

"As you wish!"

Guo Songyang knew that he could not beat Feng Qingyang.

But it was only thirty breaths.

He was fully confident that he could hold on.

"Please..."

Feng Qingyang was not going to make a move yet.

Guo Songyang felt aggrieved.

But he still drew out the black iron sword.

"Be careful."

Guo Songyang was very direct.

He shot over instantly.

Before the person arrived, the sword energy in the sky had already covered him.

Such a dense sword technique.

It was no less powerful than the sword technique of exorcising evil spirits.

But Feng Qingyang was very familiar with this kind of sword technique.

As if strolling in the gardenPosition, casually swinging to block.

Just like this, he avoided and broke through one sword energy after another.

Incomparably cool.

Unintentionally, he was less than ten feet away from Guo Songyang.

Sword slashed down.

Although it was just a wooden sword.

Although he didn't use his full strength.

But the huge sword energy instantly slashed down from top to bottom.

Guo Songyang naturally didn't dare to confront the sword energy head-on, his body passed by, and stabbed Feng Qingyang's eyebrows with a sword.

Boom!

It wasn't Feng Qingyang who was stabbed.

It was the tragic wooden sword falling and slashing the earth.

Guo Songyang retreated again and again.

He retreated seven steps before stopping.

But Feng Qingyang's sword slashed again.

His previous sword slash did not change his moves, but only his position.

He retreated half a step at the most delicate moment.

It was this half-step difference that made Guo Songyang miscalculate.

The slashing sword finally hit the black iron sword that was a step slower.

And this time it was another slash.

And it was a heavy slash.

If it was a heavy sword like Cheng Buyou, no one would doubt its power.

But Feng Qingyang used a wooden sword.

It had the weight of wool.

But Guo Songyang felt an incomparable heaviness on the sword.

This was the weight of Hunyuan.

It was also a direct manifestation of a cultivation level of 160 years.

Crack.

Guo Songyang's black iron sword barely blocked it.

But a strange cracking sound was heard.

It seemed that the sword that Guo Songyang was famous for was not forged from black iron, but just a toy made of polished black jade.

Break!

Feng Qingyang struck with a lightning-fast sword.

The cracks on the originally cracked black iron sword suddenly became a network of cracks.

Although they were all just thin cracks.

But they were still terrifying enough.

Sword-breaking style.

All of them were sword-breaking styles.

Each sword was a fatal attack.

Each sword was aimed at the most vulnerable point.

At this point, the sword art was impeccable.

Frustrated.

Depressed.

Guo Songyang realized what the Dugu Nine Swords were.

This unprecedented targeting made him extremely uncomfortable.

But he didn't even have the chance to get angry.

Feng Qingyang's sword came again like a maggot on the heel.

With a loud bang.

Guo Songyang took three steps back again.

But before he stopped, Feng Qingyang's sword had already pierced his heart.

Guo Songyang knew that he couldn't go on like this.

So he made a decision in an instant:

Sacrifice his life. (To read the exciting novel, go to Faloo Novel Network!)

Life for life.

He also stabbed with the sharpest and fastest sword.

Without any hesitation.

Just to exchange his life with Feng Qingyang.

But at this time.

Feng Buping shook his head.

FengQingyang sneered.

Bang!

The sword energy suddenly penetrated.

It rushed forward half a second earlier like a flash of light.

Guo Songyang only felt that his heart was hit by a terrifying force, and then his whole body flew backwards.

Seeing that Guo Songyang was about to fall off the cliff.

Guo Songyang suddenly pulled out the Yuchang sword and stabbed it into the ground.

He used this strong force to buffer.

He left himself on the edge of the cliff. []

Wow...

Guo Songyang spurted out a mouthful of blood.

The golden silk armor can resist the divine weapons in the world.

It can offset all kinds of sword energy.

But it has little effect on the sword energy of the grandmaster.

It can only ensure that it will not be torn by the sword energy, and it cannot withstand the high-level power of the sword energy that exceeds the sword energy.

"Do you understand?"

Feng Qingyang did not just press forward.

Even the last attack was specially changed to attack the heart.

Otherwise.

According to the previous rhythm.

That sword directly pierced Guo Songyang's head.

"Guo is convinced."

Guo Songyang surrendered happily.

He lost without any complaints.

"Your sword is even weaker than the one I saw back then."

Feng Buping shook his head.

He really didn't want to see the swordsman he admired fall to such a state.

"I know."

Guo Songyang saw disappointment in Feng Buping's eyes.

And the contempt he couldn't bear.

He didn't know why he ended up like this.

But he chose to accept reality.

Take off the Yuchang sword.

Take off the golden silk armor.

Then Guo Songyang bowed respectfully to Feng Qingyang and said, "Thank you for your advice, Senior Feng. I have realized how narrow-minded I am."

Then he looked at Feng Buping and pleaded, "Brother Feng, please help Huashan deal with these things."

After that.

Guo Songyang left.

With desolation.

With regret.

And so he left Huashan.

"Uncle Master."

Feng Buping's face was full of bitterness.

But there was also a sense of relief.

Feng Qingyang asked, "Do you blame Uncle Master for being too cruel?"

"I dare not."

Feng Buping shook his head decisively.

He looked at Guo Songyang's figure that had disappeared into the darkness and said, "Although the sword of the master uncle shattered his sword heart, it at least gave him a chance to turn back."

He then picked up the Yuchang Sword and the Golden Silk Armor.

Seeing these two things.

He thought Guo Songyang was the Plum Blossom Thief.

But after thinking about it carefully.

Many cases did not match the time and place where Guo Songyang appeared.

But no matter what.

Guo Songyang had an unclear relationship with the Plum Blossom Thief.

So he hid his suspicion in his heart. (Zhao Qianhao)

"Yes."

"Who would have thought that Guo Songyang would be related to the Plum Blossom Bandits."

Feng Qingyang smiled bitterly.

In the martial arts world.

Although Guo Songyang was not the kind of absolutely great and glorious person, he was also a peerless swordsman who was famous in the martial arts world.

Now that such a scandal had occurred, he instantly lost interest.

"Leave them to the head junior brother."

Feng Buping said: "With the wisdom of the head junior brother, he will definitely be able to think of a perfect solution."

"I'm here."

How could Yue Buqun not be here when the fight was so lively here.

In fact.

Before Guo Songyang drew his sword, Yue Buqun had already arrived.

But he also wanted to see how big the gap between Guo Songyang and Feng Qingyang was, so he continued to hide.

"It's very simple."

"It's just a notice in the underworld."

Yue Buqun doesn't bother to take such trivial matters to heart.

What he is curious about is Guo Songyang's future.