On Mount Hua, everyone present was nervously watching the final confrontation.

Although Dongfang Shaobai said that his demon Bayin can reach an attack that surpasses the late stage of the innate stage with his thirty-two guards, people still have no idea.

After all, they are facing Li Yifeng and one of the two swords of Yifeng Liuyun. People themselves have a sense of awe for such an old monster in the legend.

Li Yifeng slowly pulled out the pitch-black sword and faced Dongfang Shaobai: "Since I have come out of the mountain, how can I retreat by being said by you, a junior? Your demonic Eight Sounds have the power to surpass the late stage of the innate stage. I really need to see it."

Hearing Li Yifeng's words, almost everyone present retreated far away. It would be better to avoid such a showdown of power to avoid harming the fish in the pond.

Dongfang Shaobai's piano was in his hand, and his courage increased greatly. When he stroked his fingers, the strings made a crisp tingling sound.

"A song of grudges and revenge is broken, who can listen to the thoughts of the trick? Li Yifeng, you can't stop it."

"Haha! It's ridiculous. Except for Lord Demon Lord, no one dares to be so arrogant in front of me. I can catch my three swords. Today's affairs will be stopped!"

As soon as Li Yifeng finished speaking, he waved his long sword in his hand: "Sword-raising style!"

A sword light was like a long rainbow passing through the sky, slashing towards Dongfang Shaobai with a shrill roar.

"Eight sounds of the demon! Break!"

"Zheng!"

A harsh sound of the piano sounded, and a powerful energy shot out from the strings of Dongfang Shaobai's hand, hitting Li Yifeng's sword-raising posture.

"boom!"

Smoke and dust were everywhere, like a bomb exploded, and the strong wind was blowing, and the dresses of people watching the battle were flying in the distance.

The thirty-two people behind Dongfang Shaobai all groaned, and the attack just now shocked them very much.

Li Yifeng hit out with a sword, his body rose into the air, flew several feet straight, and his sword in his hand slashed down Mount Hua: "Sword-falling style!"

"Eight sounds of the demon! Break!"

Another huge sound of the piano, Huo Yuanzhen felt that the sound was almost as good as his lion's roar. The energy brought out by the sound of the piano was like the sickle of the God of Death that harvested life, facing Li Yifeng's sword energy.

Another loud noise was heard, and the thirty-two people behind Dongfang Shaobai were bleeding from the corners of their mouths. Obviously, they had never experienced such powerful bombardment.

But these thirty-two people were still persevering. For Dongfang Shaobai, they could sacrifice their lives at any time.

Li Yifeng was not having a good time, and his body was rolled in the air by the formation.

Before he landed, his sword swung again, and he flirted from bottom to top: "Sword-flipping style!"

"Eight Sounds of the Demon! Shock!"

Another piano sound was played. After a collision, Li Yifeng was directly shocked dozens of feet, his body landed on the ground, and his feet were still sliding backwards, leaving two shallow grooves on the ground.

The thirty-two guards behind Dongfang Shaobai vomited blood in their mouths and their bodies fell soft.

Dongfang Shaobai himself, his face was as shaky as gold paper.

These shocking matches seemed to be Li Yifeng's win because it was obvious that he still had combat power, but Dongfang Shaobai couldn't do it anymore. Without the assistance of the thirty-two people behind, Li Yifeng could defeat him with one sword.

Qiu Zhengyang and Hua Wuji ran to Li Yifeng excitedly: "Senior, we won. As long as we kill Dongfang Shabai, no one here can threaten us."

Li Yifeng stood firm, put the black sword into the sheath, and said to Hua Wuji and the others: "I said, "If you take my three swords, today's matter will be settled. How can I speak without trust?"

Hua Wuji and Qiu Zhengyang opened their mouths, wanting to say that Li Yifeng is pedantic, but they didn't dare to say it after all.

Li Yifeng said to Dongfang Shaobai: "Young man, you have good abilities. Today, my luck is not with me, and I can't go against the will of heaven. This matter is over."

After saying that, he turned to Huo Yuanzhen again: "Little monk, I did not lose my kung fu today, but I lost in your hands. I remember you."

Finally, I looked at Qiu Huzhong: "Although I have used you, you have learned my sword technique after all, and this move will benefit you endlessly. If you meet again, I will teach you a few more moves and compensate you."

After explaining these sentences, Li Yifeng swayed and flew in the air. He rose and fell a few times and then jumped down the mountain.

As soon as Li Yifeng left, the scene instantly became a bit cold.

Dongfang Shaobai stood up staggeringly, took out some pills and gave them to his subordinates to take. After a while, the people barely stood up.

"Everything happened suddenly today. I am no longer suitable to stay here. I need to rush back to Butterfly Valley immediately to report to my father that Li Yifeng's re-entry was in the world so that he could deal with it early, so I won't watch your competition."

After saying that, Dongfang Shaobai and his men left Lianhua Peak.

Li Yifeng left and Dongfang Shaobai left, and the atmosphere in the venue changed a little.

Qiu Zhengyang and Hua Wuji looked at each other for a moment. In this situation, there was no benefit for them to stay. Hua Xiaohuan and Qiu Huzhong rebel, and the monk was there, they could no longer take advantage.

The two of them flew away without any hesitation.

Huo Yuanzhen didn't chase after him, and of course Hua Xiaohuan and Qiu Huzhong wouldn't chase him, so they watched them leave.

After they left, Qiu Huzhong spoke first: "I am fighting on behalf of Huashan, but now Huashan has withdrawn from the Representative Sect. There is no representative sect below, and officially announced that it will withdraw from the Representative Sect."

After he finished speaking, Hua Xiaohuan also said, "The Songshan Sect also withdrew from discussing martial arts."

What happened was indeed beyond everyone's expectations. The Five Mountains Sword Sects were in harmony. They thought that Huashan or Songshan had the strength to win the championship. Now the two sects have withdrawn, and the remaining Taishan sects, Hengshan sects and Hengshan sects have also announced their withdrawal from the battle.

Seeing that there were fewer and fewer remaining sects, Murong Qiuyu walked to Hua Xiaohuan: "Xiaohuan, you really won't participate? If you don't participate, I won't participate."

"Qiuyu, you don't have to look at me, don't forget that you represent Tianya Hai Pavilion."

"Xiao Huan, my martial arts skills are not as good as you. Besides, do you think I can be Cihang Jingzhai, Jingnian Zen, and the monk's opponent?"

Hua Xiaohuan shook his head honestly: "I don't know the person from Cihang Jingzhai, but you can't beat that monk."

"That's it. I don't want to be humiliated by this monk in martial arts again."

When Hua Xiaohuan heard Murong Qiuyu say this, he was stunned for a moment: "Why have you been humiliated by him before?"

Murong Qiuyu missed her mouth and couldn't answer, so she simply said loudly: "I have also withdrawn from the Huashan Martial Arts discussion this time."

The withdrawal of Tianya Hai Pavilion caused a great uproar.

Tianya Hai Pavilion has no direct relationship with this matter, and it actually withdrew, which made some sects who were still lucky to give up. It seems that the first name of martial arts this time must have been obtained by Cihang Jingzhai or Jingnian Zen.

So many sects have withdrawn, which has also greatly affected the enthusiasm of other sects.

Sects continued to withdraw one after another, and in the end, only Cihang Jingzhai, Jingnian Zen and Shaolin Temple were left.

The masked woman in Cihang Jingzhai said to Liu Zizhou of Jingnian Zen: "I have also withdrawn. It's okay if I don't participate in such a competition, it's meaningless to get the first place."

In this way, only the Jingnian Zen Buddhism and Shaolin Temple were left.

Huo Yuanzhen also wanted to quit, but the Liu Zizhou, who was from Jingnian Zen, suddenly said: "The monks in Shaolin Temple are now only you and me, both of them are Buddhists. Don't want to quit, I must teach you a lesson in the arena today!"

Huo Yuanzhen frowned. Liu Zizhou showed off his power to him when he came to Shaolin Temple last time. He valued his own identity and did not want to be as knowledgeable as him. Unexpectedly, this person became more and more capable. Now he was provoking himself in front of everyone at the martial arts conference. If he retreated again, the heroes in the world would underestimate him.

"Does Mr. Liu have to be so aggressive?"

"What is aggressive? You haven't spoken out yet. You just want to get first and then go to Butterfly Valley to receive a reward? You are deliberately destroying Qiu Zhengyang and the others' good things, just for this moment. But with me here, your plan will not be successful."

"Amitabha, now many sects have withdrawn, and the young leader of the alliance has also left. The Huashan Martial Arts Death has died this time. Master Liu did this to humiliate me?"

Everyone present looked at Liu Zizhou with contempt. If Huo Yuanzhen hadn't exposed the conspiracy of Li Yifeng and others just now, no one would have said that today's affairs would have evolved to a certain extent. Once Dongfang Shaobai dies, no one can stop Li Yifeng. People like him will become fish on the chopping board and be slaughtered, so people are grateful to Huo Yuanzhen.

But now Liu Zizhou is obviously trying to make things difficult for Huo Yuanzhen for his own desires, which naturally makes people disgusted.

"Abbot, don't pay attention to this person. What is Jingmin Zen Buddhism? He claims to be a holy land in the martial arts world and has made no contribution to the world. We all withdraw. He can still claim to be the first in martial arts alone."

"Abbot, if you should quit, you will quit. If he uses strength, we will not agree."

"Junior Brother Wang, please come with your seventh brother and ninth brother. Let's see how capable this Jingmin Zen Buddhism is."

Liu Zizhou didn't expect that challenging this monk would inflict public anger and couldn't help but feel a little panicked.

However, he also knew that as long as he grasped Huo Yuanzhen, he believed that these people would not force themselves to attack him. He said, "One precept, if you dare not, just say something. If you don't dare, forget it. As a Buddhist holy land, I will not make things too difficult for you."

"I originally didn't plan to get into trouble with you, but you always claimed that your Jingmin Zen Buddhism is a holy place in Buddhism, but I have never heard of it. I only know that my Buddhist ancestral home is White Horse Temple, which can be called a holy place. As for you Jingmin Zen Buddhism, I forgive me for saying it bluntly, and I am not worthy at all!"

"You are presumptuous!"

Liu Zizhou's eyes widened, and he didn't expect that the monk would become tough.

"I don't say much to you. Don't you want to challenge me? Then please come to the stage!"

After saying that, Huo Yuanzhen shook the monk's robe and stepped directly to the already built ring.

After all, this martial arts conference will inevitably be a fight. Since Liu Zizhou has arrived, it is actually exactly what Huo Yuan wants!
Chapter completed!