"Junior Brother Cong!" Feng Buping came to Cong Buqi's side in an instant. He hugged his body and cried bitterly: "Junior Brother Cong, Junior Brother Cheng, I think the three of us brothers live in seclusion in the valley and practice sword practice every day.

, I have been practicing hard for more than ten years, and finally achieved something. I originally thought that I could come out of the mountain, regain the position of leader, and carry forward the prestige of my Huashan Sword Sect. However, I never thought that before my ambition was fulfilled, you would leave me first.

Wuwuwuwu... If you all leave, leaving me alone, even if I win the position of leader, what's the point!"

Suddenly, Feng Buping turned his head and stared at Yang Peng. At this time, his eyes became red and bloodthirsty, full of hatred and violence, as if he wanted to eat Yang Peng alive.

Feng Buping gritted his teeth and said word by word: "Boy, even if you die today, I will drag you with me to hell!"

He placed the corpses of Cong Buqi and Cheng Buyou, stood up slowly, roared to the sky, and then said slowly: "I have been living in seclusion in the valley for decades, except for eating, practicing swordsmanship, without any distractions, finally

, after reading a large number of Huashan sword canons, I created a set of sword techniques called [Gust Feng Kuai Sword]. This set of sword techniques, with a total of 108 styles, is my master. Originally, I

I have been hiding it all this time, hoping to use it to defeat Yue Buqun in the crucial battle to seize the leadership, but now...well, why are I still hiding it?"

"Today, let me use this set of swordsmanship to take your life, and use your blood to pay tribute to the souls of my two junior brothers in heaven, so that they can leave peacefully!"

"Hahahahaha..."

Yang Peng looked up to the sky and laughed and said: "Just now, your junior brother also wanted to take my life, but now he is lying on the ground, motionless. Now you are saying such big words, why can't you wait so much?

Want to reunite with your junior brothers in the underworld?"

"Furthermore, in the competition field, swords have no eyes, and death and injury are inevitable. Just now, I have shown mercy. It was your adult junior brother who insisted on fighting me. Naturally, I can't sit still and wait for death. After that, your

Junior Brother Cong is also a risk-taker, and I can only help him. Their deaths are all their own fault, but I, Lin Pingzhi, can't be blamed!"

"If you want to follow in their footsteps, I will have no choice but to send you on the road together!"

At this moment, Feng Buping only wanted to kill Yang Peng and avenge his two junior brothers. How could he listen to this? He shouted: "Boy, no need to say more, just discuss life and death with the sword! Look at the sword!"

Feng Buping concentrated his sword power and swung out his sword, which immediately aroused a gust of sword wind. The sharp sword cut through the sky and created a fierce wind sound.

Feng Buping's Swift Wind Sword move is indeed fast enough. Once he strikes it, it is like thunder on the ground, lightning fast, making it difficult for people to guard against it.

What's even more terrifying is that his sword moves are as fast as a sword. The speed of the sword is getting faster and faster, and the wind and waves are getting stronger and stronger, making Yang Peng's clothes rustle.

Of course, Yang Peng's evil-fighting sword skills are also famous for their speed, and they are not inferior in speed.

Dang, Dang, Dang, Dang...

In just an instant, the two of them exchanged dozens of sword blows.

"drink--!"

Feng Buping let out a long roar, and a surge of energy surged from the sword's edge. The energy gradually spread from the tip of the sword, and actually covered a radius of several feet. Yang Peng's face and hands were slightly ached by this energy.

, and even scratches appeared.

As expected of being focused on nothing, the swordsmanship created by studying in seclusion for decades is indeed powerful. Its power is the most powerful among all the swordsmanship that Yang Peng has seen so far.

At this time, in the eyes of everyone around him, Feng Buping's energy was like a turbulent wave, rolling towards Yang Peng overwhelmingly.

Yang Peng, on the other hand, is like a small boat, struggling hard under the endless waves, as if he will be submerged by the waves at any time.

Seeing this, Yue Lingshan's pretty face became more worried. She pulled Ning Zhongze's clothes and asked anxiously: "Mom, is Brother Lin going to lose?"

Ning Zhong is not an ordinary person. His abilities are almost the same as those of Yue Buqun, especially his self-created unique skill, [Ning's sword, unparalleled and unmatched]. No matter how he controls the world, Yue Buqun must be careful to deal with it.

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Her martial arts skills rank among the top ten masters of the righteous path, and she is a rare female hero in the martial arts world.

She has superb swordsmanship and extraordinary knowledge. Seeing her precious daughter asking, Ning Zhong smiled and said: "From what I've seen, it's not necessarily true. You see, Uncle Feng's swordsmanship looks very powerful."

, the momentum is overwhelming, and he has been pressing down on Mr. Lin, seemingly having the upper hand. However, if you look carefully, you will find that no matter how powerful the opponent is, Mr. Lin can still wave his hand leisurely.

The sword resisted, the formation was as stable as a rock, and there was no chaos at all."

"What does this mean? This means that Mr. Lin has not tried his best. He has always had reservations."

In such a crucial battle, Yang Peng still had reservations, which meant that Yang Peng was extremely confident in his own strength and was not afraid of the opponent's overwhelming sword power.

After such analysis, Yue Lingshan seemed to understand something.

This is indeed the case.

Just after Feng Buping crackled and output for a while, he suddenly found that he had finished using the one hundred and eight moves of the Swift Wind Sword.

But after one hundred and eight sword moves, Yang Peng was still as steady as a rock, with no damage to his body.

Seeing that he was still unable to do anything to Yang Peng even though he was exerting all his strength, Feng Buping finally became a little anxious.

He shouted loudly, gathered all his inner strength again, and began to attack Yang Peng desperately.

This time, he attacked more crazily, his sword moves were faster, and the force he aroused was greater. When the swords of both sides crossed each other, they made a more violent "clang" sound, and sparks flew everywhere, which was eye-catching.

Facing Feng Buping's crazy attack, Yang Peng smiled slightly and was not afraid at all.

From the opponent's chaotic sword moves, he could already see that Feng Buping was at the end of his rope.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Sure enough, after a while, Feng Buping's face turned pale, which was a sign of excessive internal energy consumption.

Yang Peng knew that it was time for him to take action.

"Old man, after you have been fighting for such a long time, it's time to take a rest. Next, let me appreciate the ancestral swordsmanship of my Lin family!"

Yang Peng's evil-proofing energy suddenly surged around his body, converging on the sword, and then with a 'swish' sound, the sword in his hand suddenly struck out, like lightning, stabbing Feng Buping in an instant.

The sword technique to ward off evil spirits goes straight to the Yellow Dragon.

Feng Buping was startled by this sharp sword, and he hurriedly swung his sword to parry. Unfortunately, the long sword in Yang Peng's hand shook, and the blade instantly turned into seven or eight sword flowers, stabbing Feng Buping in all directions on his body.

Feng Buping barely blocked one sword, but he was powerless against the other sword flowers.

In an instant, his left wrist, right wrist, left leg, and right leg were each hit by a sword. The wounds were several inches deep, and blood flowed freely for a while.

The injury to his wrist affected his sword-drawing speed, and the injuries to his legs affected his ability to move. In addition, when he just attacked fiercely, he consumed most of his body's internal strength. In an instant, his combat effectiveness weakened sharply, and he was in an instant.

At an absolute disadvantage.

Yang Peng didn't hold anything back. After swiping the long sword in Feng Buping's hand with a sword, he flashed his sword, sealed his throat with his sword, and directly stabbed the stubborn old man to death.

To cut weeds, you must remove the roots, otherwise they will grow again when the spring breeze blows.

He had already killed Feng Buping's two junior brothers, and the two sides had already formed a deadly feud. In this case, Yang Peng naturally could not leave this scourge behind, so he had to kill them all to nip them in the bud.

With the death of Feng Buping, all the descendants of the Huashan Sword Sect were killed in battle except for Feng Qingyang, who was indifferent to worldly affairs.
Chapter completed!