"Illness... evil disciple!" Yue Buqun really vomited blood this time. Linghu Chong was too incompetent to him. How could he not help his master at this time? "Tian Boguang attacked Pingzhi repeatedly and robbed the evil sword score. How could this be for the martial arts world? Have you forgotten how he wanted to kill Lin Pingzhi? If it weren't for your junior brother, Lin Pingzhi would have died long ago. Of course... in the end, the two of them could not escape the evil man's poisonous hand. Tian Boguang killed two disciples in Huashan with his hand. How could you ignore such an irreconcilable hatred?"

"Master! Don't distort the facts anymore!" Linghu Chong kowtowed while squirting blood, "You have gone too far on the road to pursuing power. If you continue like this... you will lose yourself!"

"My evil disciple!" Yue Buqun waved his arms in anger, "Yue's teaching is not appropriate, and the evil disciple Linghu Chong walked towards the evil path and was in harmony with the scum of the martial arts world. I drove Linghu Chong out of Huashan under the name of the leader of Huashan!"

Linghu Chong stood there in a daze, still bleating blood: "Master..."

Yue Lingshan raised his sword tremblingly and pressed against Linghu Chong: "It turns out to be what my father said... You are in the same group as this thief... Senior brother, I misread you."

Linghu Chong closed his eyes and felt that he could not vomit out any of this injustice.

"Haha...haha..." After a while, Linghu Chong suddenly roared to the sky, "What kind of world is this? Good and evil are reversed! The beauty is ignorant! Loneliness... Loneliness! Lingshan, you cut it down, Linghu Chong has no love for nothing!!"

Yue Lingshan raised his sword with a trembling voice, and tears were also found in her eyes. The scene of practicing swords with her senior brother in the cave was vivid in my mind. How could such a silly senior brother become like this now?

"Lingshan stop!!!" Ning shouted loudly, rushed over regardless of everything, and knocked down the sword in his daughter's hand with one sword, "How can the enemy be killed by themselves when they are in front of you!"

Yue Buqun's expression became tight again. At the critical moment, his wife was no longer obedient, woman...

Linghu Chong was an orphan since he was a child. He was led by Yue Buqun. Yue Buqun did not regard him as his son, but Ning Feixia really treated him as his own son. At this moment, looking at Linghu Chong who was desperate and suicide, how could Ning ignore it? No matter how bad his son is, he is still a son. What's more, Ning had already realized something was wrong about this time. He could let him do whatever her husband wanted to do, but he could not kill his son.

"Chong'er, Lingshan." Ning held the hands of the two, "Now the whole group is angry and attacked. Let it go in advance, and then take the initiative to repel the enemy."

"Okay... OK... Anyway, Linghu is also a dying person... In the end, he can help Master's wife... Oh no, he can help Nv Xia, as much as he can..." Linghu Chong smiled sadly, raising his sword to the three bearded men while squirting blood.

"Oh..." Fang Xian smiled bitterly and shook his head, "This kid is still unable to think about it."

Linghu Chong stabbed out with a sword, both affectionate and resolutely dying.

"This is...the sword technique for rushing to the spirit..." Yue Lingshan covered her mouth, and tears as big as beans muttered.

How could she not be familiar with this sword technique? When she was practicing swords with her senior brother in the cave, the two created this sword technique, and they were full of affection. They were later named after the two, which was a symbol of their childhood sweethearts.

But at this time, the sword technique was full of despair and sadness, and the soft moves before became extremely fierce.

"Chong'er..." Ning wanted to go up and stop him, but it was no longer enough.

Cong Buqi snorted lightly and raised his sword to fight.

Fang Xian knew that it was he who was coming out at this time. He saw a surge of light skills surging under his feet, and his thousands of miles of alone light skills exploded. He instantly met Cong Buqi before Linghu Chong: "Brother Linghu, life is long, how can one be blocked? The world is so big that you can only get a soulmate!"

Linghu Chong sighed: "The world is so great that there is no soulmate."

At this moment, Wang Yuyan closed her eyes and began to chant in a puzzling soft voice.

"A laughter in the sea... the tide on both sides of the strait..."

Feng Buping was shocked: "What! Hatsune Girl's live concert version!"

Tian Boguang has already fought with Cong Buqi in close combat.

"The rainbow penetrates the sun!" Cong Buqi used his killer move as soon as he came up, and his sword fell from the sky and slashed straight from the sky. He never believed how powerful a thief could be.

Tian Boguang's face was calm, and he waved his sword and gently used his skill to break this move. Huashan's sword technique had already been explained thoroughly in the sword-breaking style.

Then he slashed three swords very quickly, and the swords were aimed at the vital point: "The ups and downs and downs are only remembered today!"

Cong Buqi never thought that the opponent made such a quick move and there was no trace at all. The big knife slashed randomly was not considered a move at all.

In a blink of an eye, the sword was bleeding. The two of them fought for only one round. Cong Buqi's arms were destroyed, and blood was squirting from his neck at the same time.

"What!" Feng Buping's face shook, "Go together!"

Feng Buping and Cheng Buyou's martial arts are much better than Cong Buqi, but if he fights Cong Buqi, he will not be able to defeat him in dozens of rounds. At this time, he saw Tian Boguang kill his junior brother in three moves, how dare he underestimate him?

Feng Buping's Qianfeng Fast Sword came, and he was immersed in swordsmanship for decades. This fast sword was extremely fateful. Even if Fang Xian had already understood the Dugu Nine Swords, it was not easy to deal with.

Cheng Buyou specializes in using his fierce and indifferent swordsmanship.

This time, Hatsune girl had no guidance. Dugu Jiujian was purely based on her feelings. If she guided her, she would not work.

"The sky laughs...the world is full of tides...who loses the house the fastest update will win, and the sky knows"

The Dugu Nine Sword Breaking Skills has been integrated into the cracking method of the Huashan Sect. When Fang Xian took the move, he felt like he was foresight. The big sword could always subconsciously come to where it should be. Wherever there was a flaw in his body, he also knew how Cheng Buyou would attack. Although he did not use a killer move for a while, he was invincible.

Linghu Chong listened to Wang Yuyan's singing and looked at Tian Boguang's laughter on the battlefield, feeling inexplicably.

Ning's sword technique is not weak. At this time, he looked at Fang Xian dazzled, but there was no trace to find it. The sword technique that seemed to be intentional and unintentional was also sighing: "There is no move at all... what kind of realm is this..."

Fang Xian and Feng Cheng became more and more intense as they fought each other, and they continued to fight each other. They gradually became familiar with the opponent's routines. Their big swords were swung faster and faster, and they began to seize the initiative. In actual combat, Dugu Nine Swords realized faster.

Feng Bupingcheng Buyou was frightened. His killer moves were already useful, but he failed to hurt Tian Boguang at all. Instead, this man became more and more courageous and enjoyed it.

Fang Xian entered the state and had entered the realm of emptiness. After blocking the moves, he could already suppress the enemy's next move. As long as he gave him a blink of an eye, he could cut out a very essential move.

Feng Bupingcheng is not worried or an ordinary person. Although he is in a hurry, he can always avoid the key points. Even so, blood is inevitable. After dozens of rounds, his clothes are covered with blood.

The two looked at each other and they would definitely lose if they continued like this, and they had to use careful research and killer moves.

The two no longer worry about the consumption of internal strength, and Feng Buping no longer holds his hand. The Qianfeng Fast Sword suddenly speeds up, and Cheng Buyou secretly accumulates his strength, captures the only opportunity, pours all his internal strength, and shoots a blow that the opponent cannot defend against.

Fang Xian was already in a state of great deeds, and he only wanted to have a good fight.

The country laughs, the mist and rain are turbulent, and the waves are turbulent. In the midst of the world, Fang Xian only felt a tremendous internal force surge behind him. This must have become a killer move. Ironically, the killer move of the Sword Sect is actually the unique skill of the Qi Sect school. Similarly, the Qi Sect's killer move is also a sinister sword technique.

Fang Xianchang laughed, and a series of quick moves made a series of quick moves to force Feng Buping to retreat. At the same time, he jumped up and made a move. His figure slowly stayed in the air, revealing the long-term flaw behind him.

Sure enough, Cheng Buyou looked at the right time and shouted angrily: "Yu————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————

Feng Buping and Cheng Buyou laughed secretly at the same time. Such a big flaw was determined to avoid this move. With such a powerful killer move, you would either die or be disabled when you hit it.

Even Yue Buqun in the corner was panicked. He never thought that Cheng Buyou's strength level was a little higher than that of himself. If he stood in Fang Xian's position, he would be dead.

Wang Yuyan was still humming, completely ignoring the situation on the field.

Qingfeng laughed and made Jilao passionate, and there was still a piece of love left. Evening Zhao saw Fang Xian’s figure suddenly froze, and then he grabbed the big sword and suddenly turned over to face Cheng Buyou’s killing move.

"The sixth style of the Qianfeng Sword Technique - use the knife to kill people!"

This time, everyone on the field except Wang Yuyan was blinded: "What!!"

After a long battle, Fang Xian finally used his first move - to kill someone with a knife.

This is no longer just a matter of killing people with a knife, but a combination of the true nature of destroying the Qi style? Killing people with a knife.

Cheng Buyou's ultimate move has been used and can no longer be stopped. When he touched Tian Boguang's big sword with one sword, he felt like he was being sucked in. After a daze, what was in front of him was Feng Buping.

It was too sudden, so Feng Buping could not avoid it. After using a knife to kill people, Cheng Buyou's killing move was a little more enhanced.

Tian Boguang stood with his hands behind his back, only watching the final scene.

The people are no longer lonely and passionate. Although Feng Buping instinctively waved his sword to protect his chest, he still couldn't block this phantom of the Yujian.

A big sword mixed with powerful internal force penetrated through his chest, Feng Buping couldn't help but tremble, and he felt his meridians break in his body.

Cheng Buyou was weak and trembling, holding the long sword, his eyes empty: "Master...Master...Senior Brother..."

After Wang Yuyan finished singing the song, she sighed softly: "Uncle Tian... you no longer need Yuyan."

Linghu Chong was immersed in the exquisite swordsmanship and music, and fell into deep thought and could not extricate himself.

Feng Buping's pupils gradually dimmed, he shook his head slightly, and then his head tilted and he died.

Cheng Buyou slowly pulled out his long sword and looked at the corpses of his senior brother and junior brother on both sides: "It's...it's over..."

After saying that, he put his sword across his neck and committed suicide.

In a few moments, the three masters of the Sword Sect were already everywhere.

The whole audience was silent. Tian Boguang's fate of killing his strong enemy while chatting and laughing exceeded the understanding of the people of Huashan. The Sword Sect pursued the sword move for thousands of days, and the Qi Sect practiced internal skills for decades, but it was wiped out in these few light moves.

The voice of a middle-aged man broke the silence.
Chapter completed!