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

Grassland.

In a branch manor of Wanmadao.

Jing Wuming sipped tea quietly.

The coldness of the grassland in winter is the most vicious weapon, which can kill everyone, even the peerless masters, silently.

However, Jing Wuming's face was calm, as if he didn't feel the slightest coldness.

Somehow.

The teacup just picked up stopped in mid-air.

"I remember you liked to drink before."

A sudden voice sounded.

Jing Wuming looked up expressionlessly.

A handsome swordsman wearing a mask appeared at the door.

"Where are Jian Jingfeng and the others?"

Jing Wuming's eyes narrowed.

In addition to Shangguan Jinhong and Jing Wuming in the courtyard, there are many masters of the Jinqian Gang outside and around.

Jian Jingfeng is a first-class swordsman that both of them trust very much.

The masked swordsman reminded, "You should know that I can come here quietly."

"What a pity."

Jing Wuming felt a bitterness of being betrayed.

He rarely trusted people.

Except for Shangguan Jinhong and Gu Santong, there were only a few people, Jian Jingfeng.

In the past year or so.

He often exchanged ideas and discussed kendo with Jian Jingfeng.

Jian Jingfeng's kendo could make rapid progress, but his contribution was indispensable.

"What a pity."

"So he chose not to show up."

The voice of the masked swordsman was a little hollow.

"It doesn't matter whether he shows up or not."

"A traitor must pay the price."

Jing Wuming said calmly: "After killing you, I will go and wipe out his entire family."

The Money Gang is ruthless and will wipe out a family at any time.

And they are even more harsh on traitors.

"You have no chance."

The masked swordsman slowly drew his sword.

This is a sword that has never been amazing in the martial arts world.

It seems to be hidden in the deep palace, and no one knows its sharpness.

"You are still a little short."

Jing Wuming didn't even mean to draw his sword.

Swordsmen are sensitive.

The more advanced the swordsman's swordsmanship, the more so.

Jing Wuming knew that the masked swordsman was very strong, but he had never condensed his sword intent after all.

"Hulong Villa."

"Heavenly Secret!"

The masked swordsman clasped his fists.

"One of the Thirty-Six Heavenly Beings?"

Jing Wuming shook his head.

He obviously didn't believe this identity.

Because the strength of the masked swordsman was definitely not an ordinary person in the martial arts world.

"Please draw your sword!"

The masked swordsman took a step as soon as he finished speaking.

With every step he took, the snow on the ground would explode, rolling up a small snow wave.

The man hadn't arrived yet.

The snow wave formed a snow tide under continuous accumulation.

It was about to swallow Jing Wuming.

Ding!

The deadly sword passed through the snowChao, hit the sword of the masked swordsman.

The masked swordsman's offensive was frustrated, but he did not make any mistakes in his swordsmanship.

The sword energy rose from the ground like an underground fountain, whistling towards Jing Wuming.

It was empty.

How could Jing Wuming be killed by such a swordsmanship.

At the delicate moment, he moved sideways.

However, the violent sword energy cut the window behind Jing Wuming.

Jing Wuming's face changed.

Shangguan Jinhong was in seclusion inside to heal his wounds.

He must not be affected by his own battle.

Without hesitation.

The sharp sword intent broke through the air with the sharp sword aura.

This sword was too fast.

It was several points faster than the evil-repelling swordsmanship that the masked swordsman had seen.

Dang!

The masked swordsman retreated in embarrassment.

The next moment.

Jing Wuming's power exploded.

This sword seemed to chop everything in front of him into pieces.

The sword light was extremely shrunk, without any leakage.

Ruthless.

Heartless.

He broke off emotions.

The mysterious sword technique exploded along a strange angle.

He actually took Jing Wuming's sword perfectly.

"Soul-searching sword technique?"

Jing Wuming felt familiar, but was not sure.

There are two people in the world who have mastered the soul-searching sword technique.

The weapon master of Dongchang is dead.

Lin Zhongxiong of Fuwei Escort Agency is not of this size.

The person in front of him was the third person.

But when I think of the soul-searching sword technique, it is in the royal arsenal, not exclusive to the East Factory.

Even Lin Zhongxiong has a way to get it, so it is not surprising that Hulong Villa has cultivated a soul-searching swordsman.

Ding ding ding.

The sword of the masked swordsman suddenly became sharp.

This sharpness is not the kind of heavy swordsmanship.

It is not the domineering Hunyuan swordsmanship that relies on internal strength. (To read the exciting novels, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

It is a combination of viciousness and evil.

At least Jing Wuming feels that the soul-searching swordsmanship is not inferior to his own deadly swordsmanship.

"You are distracted."

The masked swordsman is dissatisfied.

During the duel with me, he dared to be distracted.

That man didn't dare to do this when he was at his peak.

"Hmph!"

Jing Wuming snorted coldly.

The body flew up.

Avoid the rolling sword waves.

The masked swordsman also realized it.

Jing Wuming deliberately led him out of the courtyard to avoid accidentally hurting Shangguan Jinhong.

However.

This was not only what Jing Wuming wanted.

It was also what he wanted. []

The eyes were bright.

The masked swordsman's eyes were full of light.

The fatal sword seemed to have crossed the barrier of space, and it was less than a foot away from his heart as soon as it came out.

Ding.

Just before the masked swordsman was about to be pierced through the heart.

A finger of light hit the tip of the sword..

Saved the life of the masked swordsman.

Jing Wuming was horrified.

Zhu Wushi.

Zhu Wushi not only came, but also saved the masked swordsman with the Pure Yang Finger.

But just when Jing Wuming wanted to fight back.

His heart ached.

His scalp suddenly exploded.

Without hesitation.

Jing Wuming turned into a wandering soul and escaped three feet away.

I don’t know when.

A masked man was already standing in his original position.

But his beard and hair were all white.

Obviously old.

The other party just stood there like this, and he actually felt a chill.

This feeling...

It was as if the killer had met his ancestor.

"Interesting."

Jing Wuming ignored Zhu Wushi who walked towards the courtyard.

After all, he might not even be able to pass the hurdle in front of him.

"Wo Liuyun?"

Jing Wuming searched his memory and finally found a corresponding person.

But he didn't understand this legendary killer.

Why would he obey Zhu Wushi.

Is Zhu Wushi really that charming?

"It's me."

Wo Liuyun's voice is full of magnetism.

If it were a woman.

It would be easy to be fascinated.

But Jing Wuming shook his head and said, "You are definitely not that old. It seems that you are still afraid of us."

With a clear mind, he can see through many disguises.

Not to mention that Wo Liuyun debuted at a young age.

After more than ten years, he suddenly disappeared after reaching the peak.

At most.

He is only in his forties now.

"Any warrior who has reached the pinnacle of his skills cannot be ignored."

"You are still so young."

Wo Liuyun did not answer.

But the masked swordsman added.

Boom...

The room where Shangguan Jinhong was in seclusion collapsed.

Jing Wuming, Wo Liuyun and the masked swordsman moved at the same time.

Two swords and one hand.

Endless killing.

Extreme killing. .