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

Knowing that Yue Buqun was ready to kill him.

Knowing that he would surely die.

But at this moment, Master Xinmei faced Yue Buqun's thundering palm and fought back with the angry look of the king.

It was like a mentality of "if I don't go to hell, who will?".

The three palms did not actually touch each other.

But the energy had already collided with each other.

Stagnation!

The sound that had just been like thunder subsided in an instant.

It seemed like a stalemate.

In fact, Xinmei was on the verge of collapse.

But Master Fangzheng came.

The seventh-level Yijin Sutra brought him unparalleled cultivation.

In terms of purity, he may not be as good as Cao Zhengchun.

In terms of strength, he is not as good as Zhu Wusi.

But Yijin Sutra is Yijin Sutra.

The top-level inner strength at that time was not comparable to ordinary skills.

Arhat Fist.

This was Fang Zheng's entry-level martial arts.

It was also a martial arts that he practiced every day and persisted in for more than 50 years.

He had already practiced this martial arts to the pinnacle.

After breaking through the life and death barrier in Yijin Jing.

He found that practicing more advanced martial arts was meaningless, so he concentrated on practicing Arhat Fist every day.

Different skills.

Different understanding of martial arts.

Let him comprehend a different Arhat Fist.

Arhat is born from the fist.

Seven stars appear in the fist.

This is the ultimate move in Arhat Fist.

Under the deduction of Yijin Jing, this move actually has the appearance of falling stars.

It is comparable to the scene where Yue Buqun beat the Great Joy Female Bodhisattva before.

Bang!

Yue Buqun just burst out Zixia.

His heart and eyebrows slipped.

Fang Zheng's Star-falling Fist collapsed instantly, and the whole person was thrown away.

"Seventh-level Zixia is no match for the seventh-level Yijinjing."

"But if it's the eighth level, it can be completely suppressed."

Yue Buqun already knew it in his heart.

The power of Yijinjing is definitely in the top three among those of the same level.

However, Zixia Magic Art is under his deduction.

Especially after referring to the mysteries of Hunyuan Gong, Ghost Heart Method, Lianhua Baojian, Hunyuan Yi Qigong, Tantric Gongfa and other skills, it has far surpassed the original Zixia Magic Art.

Both at the eighth level, Zixia Magic Art is not inferior to Yijinjing.

If both are at the ninth level, Yue Buqun's Zixia Magic Art will definitely surpass all the magic skills in the world.

Clang!

The brilliant sword light illuminated the sky prison.

Yue Buqun didn't even look at it, and walked away.

The sword light threw him directly away.

"Bai Yujing?"

Yue Buqun was puzzled.

Why is Shen Lang so proud?

Even Bai Yujing was shocked.

"Don't be surprised."

"I owe Zhu Wushi a favor, not Shen Lang."

Bai Yujing held the Changsheng Sword.

His face was stern.

He knew that Yue Buqun would be very strong.

But I didn’t expect Yue Buqun to be so strong.

“Well…”

Yue Buqun was too lazy to talk nonsense.

The leisurely attitude was gone.

Instead, there was the coldness of killing.

Ding!

The clear sword chant resounded through the night sky.

The unprecedented bright light bloomed completely at this moment.

The Longquan Sword turned into a purple rainbow that penetrated the long street.

It is the only one in the world.

It is also the best in the world.

Fang Zheng opened his mouth.

Xinmei chose to avoid.

Bai Yujing’s Changsheng Sword cut out the sword of life.

Changsheng means vigorous life.

The two are the same thing.

However.

Master Fang Zheng’s Vajra Zen Lion’s Roar and Bai Yujing’s Changsheng Sword were swallowed up by the purple rainbow in an instant.

The terrifying sound waves produced by the lion roar of Vajra Zen are like entering a silent world.

The vigorous vitality was instantly swallowed up and merged.

No hesitation.

No retreat.

Bai Yujing, a natural prodigal, slashed with a sword technique as gentle as the spring breeze.

The silver streamer evolved into ribbons.

Rolling towards Yue Buqun.

He was very serious and thorough in this favor.

At least anyone could feel Bai Yujing's concentration and dedication.

But Yue Buqun smiled dumbly.

One hand gently pressed down.

The whole world seemed to be frozen.

The longevity sword rainbow was stagnant.

The heart and eyebrows were angry.

Fang Zheng was terrified.

This strange picture of all living beings finally became funny and ironic.

Because Yue Buqun just pointed at it.

It's not Tianxia Xi Shen Finger. (To read exciting novels, go to Fulu Novels!)

It's just Yi Yang Finger.

But it was this finger technique that exquisitely broke the frozen picture and disrupted the balance of the scene.

Finally, it also broke Bai Yujing's Changsheng Sword Rainbow.

Bai Yujing staggered back.

There was no pause.

The sea of ​​sword energy that rose from the ground swallowed it.

The angry Ming Wang Xiang in Xinmei showed a trace of uncontrollable fear.

It was like a wrongly carved Buddha statue.

Master Fang Zheng, who was unable to dodge, used his secret method and burst out the Thousand Hands Tathagata Palm with 120% of his power.

Sixty-four palms in a breath.

But each palm seemed to hit the lake.

Splashing water.

But it couldn't weaken the lake at all.

Puff...

Master Fangzheng couldn't even take Yue Buqun's serious sword. []

He spurted blood and flew backwards.

"Take him away!"

Xinmei shouted wildly.

I don't know what kind of magic he used.

A Ming Wang rose from his surging breath.

It was the Wrathful Ming Wang.

Then the overwhelming giant palm pushed over like this.

This palm coveredCovering all vision in front of him.

It seemed to be the only power in this world.

Yue Buqun only had one sword.

This sword was very wonderful.

It deprived other colors.

It covered all the light around.

Then.

The so-called giant palm.

The terrifying angry-eyed Mingwang was split in two.

"'Xiyi Sword Technique?"

Master Xinmei kept stumbling backwards.

Finally, his body hit the stone statue of Xiezhi as big as a buffalo on the right side of the Tianlao fiercely.

Even because of the strong impact.

It pushed the stone statue of Xiezhi a little bit.

Just when everyone thought the dust had settled.

The sword energy that stood out from the darkness shattered layers of air and came straight to break Yue Buqun's neck.

I still couldn't see how Yue Buqun drew his sword.

The sinister sword energy was shattered just like that.

"Xiyi Sword Technique?"

Wang Lianhua fell to the ground.

He had completed his mission.

It was time to give Yue Buqun an explanation.

"It is said that Xiyi Sword Technique is faster than Pixie Sword Technique."

"I thought it was arrogant, but I didn't expect the reality to be more cruel." (Wang Lihao) Zhu Wushi came with his hands behind his back.

Although Master Fangzheng had been taken away by the Shaolin monks.

But Xinmei had not withdrawn from the front line.

After swallowing a dark green pill, he stood up again with a ruddy face.

Add to that Zhu Wushi, Wang Lianhua and Bai Yujing's three grandmasters.

That was the lineup of the four great grandmasters.

Only Yue Buqun in the world was qualified to let so many grandmasters join forces.

"I have to say it."

"Shen Lang is so proud."

Yue Buqun's aura began to accumulate.

The next time he draws his sword.

Someone must die.

Bai Yujing's eyes moved slightly.

He said it.

He came because of Zhu Wushi.

But now is not the time to worry about these things.

He has already felt Yue Buqun's crazy accumulation of sword intent and true energy.

The great fear in his heart almost made it difficult for him to calm down.

Even.

Even the Changsheng Sword trembled slightly.

It seemed to be warning.

It seemed to be fearful. .