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

Easy.

Yue Buqun broke it so easily.

Master Lejie could never have imagined that there was such a terrible martial art in the world.

If it were him, even if he didn't die, he would have to retreat step by step under such an attack until he died.

The huge gap in strength extinguished Lejie's desire to win.

Now he just needs to watch.

Secretly comprehend.

Secretly analyze.

"Is that it?"

Yue Buqun was very disappointed.

Very disappointed with Cao Zhengchun's attack.

Although Cao Zhengchun reached the peak of martial arts ahead of time.

Even better than the original.

But he is an old monster who is famous for defense.

Not the reckless and reckless guy in front of him who relies on Tiangang Palm.

Of course.

Tian Gang Tong Zi Gong is combined with Tian Gang Palm.

Combined with Ying Lao's Sunflower Manual, the effect is still good.

Especially Ying Lao uses embroidery needles as weapons, trying to suppress Yue Buqun with speed.

His speed is extremely fast.

Almost as good as Dongfang Bubai in the past.

Ding!

Ding!

One stab and one pull.

All are aimed at the weaknesses that must be saved.

But Yue Buqun responded casually.

The branches are like gold and iron.

Easily shook Ying Lao away.

"This skill is incredible."

Although Ying Lao is not a hard-working monk, his skill accumulation is more than sixty years.

But in front of Yue Buqun, although he is not weak, he has no advantage at all.

He doubted whether he could not even take Yue Buqun's move if he was not nearly fifty years older than Yue Buqun.

"Let's fight."

Ying Lao suddenly scattered flowers.

More than twenty embroidery needles shot over like rain of needles.

No flaws.

Unable to dodge.

Yue Buqun just chopped the branch in his hand back.

The bright sword light pulled out a black light curtain, forming a black hole-like collapse:

Seeking the devil!

It can also be called a circle within a stone's throw, a world within a stone's throw.

Ying Lao's eyes widened.

Because all his embroidery needles collapsed due to this strange force, and all of them were offset.

It had no effect on Yue Buqun.

Draw the sword!

Ying Lao pulled out a sword from his sleeve.

This sword is not very long.

But it is just about a foot long, not too short.

The cold light on the sword body always tells of its sharpness.

Cao Zhengchun came to kill.

The palm power was not stronger.

But the problem is that this time it is a double dragon out of the sea.

Both palms shine together.

Yue Buqun's chaos was broken and defeated in an instant.

But Cao Zhengchun was unable to get closer and expand the victory.

"This move is good."

Yue Buqun's eyes lit up.

Cao Zhengchun just used the shortThe secret method of storing true energy in time.

The power of this double Tiangang Palm is remarkable.

At least there are only a handful of people in the world who can force Yue Buqun to retreat.

"But it's just possible."

Yue Buqun flicked his finger.

Cao Zhengchun retreated in embarrassment with a muffled groan.

The gap is too big.

This point cannot be made up by skills and secrets.

If it weren't for the fact that the royal family still needed him to support it to prevent Zhu Wusi from expanding his power.

Otherwise, he would have been a corpse now.

"Hmm?"

Yue Buqun suddenly felt something was wrong.

Then he saw Ying Lao flying straight towards him like a meteor falling from the starry sky.

The sword light shone in the sky.

At this moment, the Forbidden City was left with only this color.

Click.

The most ordinary and unadorned rapier.

The branch pierced the strongest point of the light.

Yue Buqun took a half step back.

And Ying Lao's body flew backwards.

Although he landed steadily, his face turned pale.

This paleness was bloodless.

It was even more paleness without popularity.

But Ying Lao's aura was still strong, and the combination was very abrupt.

"Jueqing Zhan?"

Yue Buqun was a little surprised.

He didn't expect Ying Lao to learn Jueqing Zhan.

And he got three flavors from it.

Perhaps it was Ying Lao's natural loneliness.

Or perhaps it was Ying Eunuch's lonely character.

All of this vaguely matched the sword intent of Jueqing Zhan.

"Stop hiding it."

"If this continues, we won't even be qualified to make him sweat."

Ying Lao finally saw it clearly. (To read exciting novels, go to Faloo Novel Network!)

Yue Buqun was sharpening his sword and testing his moves with Cao Zhengchun.

"Good!"

Cao Zhengchun knew that his martial arts were crude.

In terms of sophistication, let alone Yue Buqun.

Even Luo Jusheng was slightly better than him.

So he simplified it.

The blood was boiling.

The true qi was surging.

The whole body was suddenly filled with blood-colored brilliance.

The royal arsenal not only contained righteous martial arts, but also evil martial arts.

This martial arts originated from the Ming Cult.

When the beggar emperor came to power, he launched a comprehensive encirclement and suppression of the Ming Cult.

Directly beat the Ming Cult into the Sun and Moon Demon Cult.

And the many inheritances left by the Ming Cult fell into the royal arsenal.

In the past. []

Ren Woxing, Xiang Wentian and others have used this overdrawn magic skill.

Now it is Cao Zhengchun's turn.

Yue Buqun was not nervous at all.

Instead, he smiled knowingly.

Because the previous duel was too boring.

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It was so boring that he couldn't even go all out.

Cao Zhengchun fought hard, and Ying Lao made a desperate bet, which was worth hisTake it seriously.

Burning.

Cao Zhengchun's blood is still burning.

If he continues at this rate, he will shorten his life by at least 5 or 6 years.

But he is willing to pay any price now.

"Ying Lao!"

Cao Zhengchun shouted angrily.

His body flew over like a flame, and at the same time his palm blasted out.

The palm was shocking.

Long and proud.

The palm was full of stars.

This was the most pinnacle palm of Cao Zhengchun's life.

It was also a palm that cost him several years of life.

At the same time.

Ying Lao also rushed over like a ghost.

The person didn't arrive.

The last and all the embroidery needles came overwhelmingly.

The embroidery needles infused with countless true qi were like small flying swords.

There is a faint sense of the might of ten thousand swords flying together.

The sword comes out.

The gate of heaven opens.

This sword seems to have cut open a unique space between heaven and earth.

Or perhaps a domain.

A gap in the world that belongs exclusively to swordsmen.

All the power of this space will be blocked and disappeared in an instant.

Whether it is Ying Lao's embroidery needle.

Or Cao Zhengchun's Tiangang palm power.

All of them are strangely stagnant in the air.

Cannot move forward.

Cannot be retracted.

Yue Buqun swings the second sword again.

No one knows what kind of swordsmanship this is.

Even the extremely knowledgeable Master Lejie, who has read all the Shaolin Sutra Library, does not know what kind of martial arts this is.

All he can see and feel is the withering and dead silence contained in the swordsmanship.

This is the power of death.

It was also a ruthless destruction.

Puff...

The diamond body guard that Cao Zhengchun had condensed with Tiangang Tongzi Gong was shattered in an instant.

A mouthful of blood spurted out.

The old man Ying swung his sword again.

A sword fell.

Ruthless, without hatred.

Lonely, selfless.

This was the ultimate heartless slash.

It was also the killing intent of the sword at the level of a grandmaster.

Yue Buqun swung his third sword.

This sword directly tore through the darkness.

The bright sword light made the stars in the night sky dim at this moment.

Ding.

The old man Ying flew high up like he was electrocuted.

A little bit of blood fell.

He couldn't even hold the sword.

And Yue Buqun's branch was shattered inch by inch.

Turned into countless flying ashes.

Suddenly.

Yue Buqun turned around and refused with a straight hand.

A cloud of dark green smoke that suddenly appeared was trapped in a small space. .