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

Humiliation.

Being defeated by his opponent using his most proud sword technique.

And it was a simple sword technique.

It was just a fake sword technique performed by finger techniques.

This was no longer a simple defeat.

It was a naked humiliation.

"Damn it!"

"How much have I wasted in the past 20 years?"

Wang Lianhua's face was full of resentment.

The plan he and Shen Lang had originally planned was to use the disguise technique to create many illusions.

Give Shen Lang enough buffer time to move around.

But before he could move,

Yue Buqun came to kill him.

Wang Lianhua looked at Zhu Wusi who was fighting with Yue Buqun.

Especially the Shen Hou who was gradually losing the upper hand.

He suddenly made a decision:

Escape!

He had to find a scapegoat.

This was one of the alternative plans they discussed with Zhu Wushi.

It was also the reason why they deliberately chose to separate here.

"Okay!"

Zhu Wushi shouted.

He retreated again and again.

No matter how exquisite the Pure Yang Finger was, it was not qualified for Yue Buqun to draw his sword.

So he simply chose the most shameless method:

Drag!

Don't think that it was just a delay of seven or eight breaths.

But this ability has surpassed most of the martial arts masters of the world.

One sword chilled the nine states.

Shen Lang, who had recovered his breath, swung a magnificent sword.

The sword light flashed in front of Yue Buqun as soon as it appeared.

This was a sneak attack.

In the face of life and death, Shen Lang abandoned his principles.

But Yue Buqun didn't even look at it, and pointed his finger down.

The light of the Jiuzhou Sword quickly dimmed like an extinguished torch.

But dozens of finger rainbows rushed over.

Like condensed colorful ribbons.

Like tiny rainbows after rain.

At this moment.

It seemed that there were only these dozens of finger rainbows in this world.

It seemed that there were only these colors.

Stop!

Yue Buqun finally got serious.

The God of the World Streams pointed out.

The Vermillion Bird Street instantly fell into a deathly silence.

Time seemed to be frozen at this moment.

Also including the dozens of finger rainbows that burst out with the Duoluo Leaf Finger.

A sword was stretched out.

It seemed to be asking the heavens and drinking the earth.

This sword contained countless unwillingness.

As if carrying the injustice of Kyushu.

Yue Buqun never thought that Shen Lang had such a swordsmanship. Surprised, he also drew his sword.

Incredibly fast.

Incredibly concise sword.

All objects in front of him were shattered.

It was as if the world was being reshaped.

Shen Lang's full-strength sword, and Zhu Wusi's fatal palm that came to kill him.

All were annihilated at this moment.Destroyed, reshaped.

Zhu Wusi was horrified.

Immediately exploded the palm of the Pure Yang Palm.

I used the recoil force to violently retreat three feet.

But Shen Lang made a relative choice.

Shen family swordsmanship.

Extreme interpretation.

There is no sword aura, no sword energy.

Even the sword light and cold light were not released.

Every sword is absolutely condensed.

Every move is a sword move that is perfect.

Coupled with the elegant and flowing clouds, the sun and the moon with the wind.

Shen Lang is like a sword fairy in the world at this moment.

Extremely beautiful and graceful.

At the same time.

The wretched Zhu Wusi assisted with long-range fingering.

The three fingerings of Pure Yang Finger, Duoluo Leaf Finger and Picking Flower Finger overlapped with each other.

Not seeking to kill the enemy.

Just seeking to interfere.

"Sword-breaking style and Qi-breaking style are useless."

"No wonder Senior Brother was defeated in this life."

Yue Buqun was amazed.

Although Shen Lang's swordsmanship has not reached the pinnacle.

But his sword has touched the mysterious level of the unity of man and sword.

At this moment, he is completely driven by the sword intent.

Each sword is the essence of martial arts after being tempered into steel.

Each move contains the pulse of sword intent.

Dang!

For example, Yue Buqun used the Qi-breaking style to suppress Shen Lang's sword body.

Then the hilt was pulled back, just perfectly smashing Zhu Wusi's Pure Yang Finger.

Looking back, a touch of Longquan Sword.

And broke Shen Lang's new sword.

Shen Lang and Zhu Wushi cooperated very well.

Especially Zhu Wushi. (To read the exciting novels, go to Faloo Novel Network!)

His incredible insight caught every gap in Shen Lang's swordsmanship.

And Shen Lang's Jiuzhou Sword also perfectly grasped every moment of buffer that Zhu Wushi had fought for.

You come and I go.

Exquisite.

Yue Buqun was held back for nearly thirty breaths.

"Is this your limit?"

Yue Buqun was a little satisfied with the performance of these two people.

But he still felt a little unsatisfied.

"Watch it!"

Yue Buqun finally got serious.

A scene of purple clouds suddenly dispersed.

Beautiful.

Amazing.

Glorious.

Shen Lang suppressed the shock in his heart. []

Zhu Wushi did not bother to hide and concentrated all his power in his hands.

The mist and purple clouds that filled the long street were shining under the scorching sun in the sky, and a colorful halo appeared.

At this moment.

The Suzaku Street was rendered like a fairyland.

"What kind of cultivation is this."

Mr. Tie Di was desperate.

He was proud of being a famous person in the martial arts world.

His skills were profound and outstanding.

But compared with Yue Buqun, he was nothing.

In between him and Tiangangdi

Under the witness of countless masters hiding on the long street.

The majestic sword intent burst out.

This sword is like a flood that broke through the dam.

It is even more powerful like a torrent sweeping across the world.

Indescribable splendor.

Unrivaled sword power.

This is no longer a sword technique that belongs to the world.

In despair, Shen Lang blasted out an extremely mysterious sword intent.

This is a farewell.

Also a sacrifice.

Since you can't fight and can't win.

Then die gloriously.

Similarly.

Zhu Wusi, who was ready to go, fully exploded the power that he had condensed for who knows how many years.

Pure Yang is magnificent.

The palm is like a scorching sun across the sky.

The two great masters used their peak power to confront the world's number one sword.

Puff...

Shen Lang's Jiuzhou Sword shattered the moment it collided with Haoran's sword intent.

And his body flew backwards like a kite with a broken string.

When landing.

There was no cushion at all.

There were even signs of recoil.

And Zhu Wushi's ultimate pure yang palm also exploded.

The whole person was pushed back dozens of feet.

Two stone grooves were plowed on the ground.

Wow...

No matter how deep Zhu Wushi's skills were (money-like).

He couldn't resist the backlash of the true energy in his body.

The dazzling blood spurted out.

He looked at Shen Lang, who was out of breath, with sadness on his face.

"｀~Shen Lang!"

"Where can you escape to!"

A roar like a beast came.

Then Wang Lianhua, who pretended to be Shen Lang, ran back like a lost dog.

Behind him...

She was chasing after the Great Joyful Female Bodhisattva.

Yue Buqun frowned.

Zhu Wushi showed a cruel smile.

Wang Lianhua saw the scene on the long street and landed immediately without hesitation.

Then he picked up Shen Langruan, whose life or death was unknown.

And so he fled to the side of Zhuque Street.

"Just right."

Yue Buqun had no intention of chasing him.

The Haoran sword intent he had just used shattered Shen Lang's heart meridian.

Unless Shen Lang had a magic medicine like Bailingdan, he also had a magic doctor like Ping Yizhi.

So double protection.

He has a glimmer of hope.

And now.

It is the turn of the Great Joyful Female Bodhisattva. .