The masked man suddenly took three steps back, avoiding the oncoming long sword, and with a clenched hand, his fists were like gang, and he struck towards Yue Buqun's long sword.

"Haha! It's ridiculous! You offended me Huashan in front and insulted me Huashan in the back, how can this seat allow you to wait for people who have seen people so arrogant! Since you are equal to me Huashan is already immortal, what despicability can this seat say!" Yue Buqun said, the long sword was like the wind, and with a righteous and bright sword intent under the mask man's cover.

At this time, a miserable scream came from the mouth of the masked old man, and his eyes looked at Feng Qingyang fiercely, covering his right arm and said: "Feng Qingyang, I didn't expect you, as a sword saint, to sneak attack, it seems that everyone in your Huashan is a small person!"

Feng Qingyang didn't look at the masked old man, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and the long sword in his hand continued to attack the masked old man at an incredible angle.

The masked old man was taken aback, he couldn't imagine that Feng Qingyang would be Dugu Nine Swords as soon as he made a move, although he knew the mystery of Feng Qingyang Dugu Nine Swords from the organization's intelligence, but at this time, seeing Feng Qingyang's shot, there was no trajectory at all, and for a while, the masked old man was in a predicament.

Everyone outside the arena was also stunned by this momentary change, not only was they stunned by the power of the Tiangang Beidou Array inherited from the Quanzhen Sect in Huashan, and with the power of seven first-class masters, they could compete with the top mid-stage masters, but they were also surprised by Yue Buqun and Feng Qingyang's sneak attack on the two black killers, you must know that Yue Buqun is the head of a faction, and it is not appropriate to do this.

Of course, Shaolin Fangzheng, Wudang Chongxu, Songshan Zuo Lengchan and others did not change their faces at all, although they were shocked that Huashan had obtained the inheritance array of the Quanzhen Sect, which may pose some threat to them, but it was still not as decisive as Yue Buqun and Feng Qingyang, after all, as the head of a faction and a top master who has been famous for decades, he was able to put down his face and carry out a sneak attack in this situation, which shows that Yue Buqun's scheming is extremely deep.

They all felt a sense of jealousy towards Yue Buqun himself.

Although Ding Yi Shitai, Mo Da and Tianmen Daoren disagreed with Yue Buqun's approach, they did not oppose it, after all, the black killing organization had already killed the mountain gate, and it could be said that Hehuashan was already dying, so what kind of means to use was also correct, as long as the victory could be achieved, of course, although the agreement did not mean that it agreed with Yue Buqun's approach.

For a while, the three battlefields were full of sword energy, and the killing machine was wanton.

The fierce confrontation between the three parties made the forces outside the field look shocked, Feng Qingyang pressed the masked old man to fight was within everyone's expectations, but Yue Buqun and the mask man fought to a draw, so they all had a kind of unexpected, after all, the mask man has a peak of late cultivation, even compared to Feng Qingyang, it is not inferior to a cent, and Yue Buqun is the middle stage of the peak, although the cultivation is only a little worse, but it is also a world of difference in the top, but Yue Buqun relied on a hand of "Chaoyang Sword Technique" and the mask man fought to a draw.

In this way, everyone was impressed by Yue Buqun, and at the same time had some fear of the Huashan faction led by Yue Buqun.

The battle between the three parties could not be divided for a while, but judging from the situation on the scene, the victory of the Huashan faction was also a matter of time, after all, just having Ning Zhong on the side could give Huashan an overwhelming advantage.

A wry smile appeared on the corner of the masked man's mouth, he never expected that they originally wanted to destroy the Huashan faction with an overwhelming advantage, so as to establish the prestige of the black killing organization, but he didn't expect that in the end, it was they who fell into a difficult battle.

Looking at the murderous intent in Yue Buqun's eyes, the masked man was a little difficult to ride a tiger, did he really want to take that step? Although he thought in his heart, his fists kept changing, sometimes like a dragon going out to sea, and sometimes like a dragon turning the sky upside down, hitting Yue Buqun's sword blade one by one.

"Boom!"

With a cracking sound of metal, I saw that the long sword in Yue Buqun's hand was shattered under the blow of the masked man, spilling to the ground, and the masked people were overjoyed, of course they would not let go of this opportunity, their bodies were like swimming dragons, and their fists carried a strong wind. A punch in front of him.

"Boom"

A loud bang sounded, but after Yue Buqun lost the long sword, he was in a hurry and faced the mask man's fists, Yue Buqun was already a little behind the mask man's cultivation, with the sword in his hand, relying on the power of the morning sun artistic conception, or he could also have the strength to fight with the mask man, but at this time the long sword had been lost, how could he be the mask man's opponent, and his body suddenly shook like a lightning strike, and his body took a few steps back.

The masked man already regretted that this operation did not go well, and at this time, seeing that there was a chance to leave Yue Buqun behind, how could he allow him to retreat, flashing forward, and not wanting to punch again, the fist wind condensed in the air with a strong aura.

"Senior brother, take the sword!"

A coquettish sound sounded from behind Yue Buqun, Yue Buqun suddenly exerted force under his feet, his body was like a big peng, he rose to the sky, was in the air, and waved his hand to catch the long sword shot behind him,

With a sword in his hand, at this time, he regained his confidence just now, and with the sword intent of the rising sun, he turned into a round of sun, and met the masked man's fists.

Suddenly, the two resumed their tie again, and they both fought fiercely.

At this moment, a miserable scream suddenly sounded, and the masked man's mind suddenly diverged, and from the corner of his eye, he saw the masked old man flying towards the sky with one arm, and the blood gushing out of his shoulder.

The masked old man suddenly stepped back, stretched out his hand and tapped a few times on his shoulder, and before he could stop the bleeding, he saw the long sword of the wind blowing like a lightning bolt in the air, and it disappeared in a blink of an eye, his throat was cold, he wanted to speak, and his eyes fell to the ground and died.

Killing the masked old man, Feng Qingyang stood in the courtyard, his eyes were like light looking at the masked man and Yue Buqun who were still fighting, the blood-dripping long sword was held tightly in his hand, and the qi machine in his body shrouded towards the masked man.

The masked man immediately felt a tingle all over his body, he knew that it was caused by Feng Qingyang's killing intention, and secretly scolded the masked old man in his heart for being a waste, but under Feng Qingyang's gaze, he never dared to face the enemy with his whole body, and was slowly pressed by Yue Buqun.

Seeing that the situation was getting worse and worse, and it was becoming more and more unfavorable to himself, the masked man was ruthless, and he forced Yue Buqun back with a sudden blow with both fists and said loudly: "All the disciples kill me!"

Before the words fell, Yue Buqun's long sword passed away and came again, encircling the masked man under the sword again.

With the words of the masked man, the more than three hundred black-clothed people behind him took up their weapons and attacked the disciples of Huashan, and the disciples of Huashan who had been prepared for a long time also formed a Tiangang Beidou Formation to greet the many black-clothed people.

Ning Zhong was on the top of the steps, of course he knew a lot about the battle between the three parties, and when he saw that Uncle Feng had won, his heart was immediately relieved, and at this time, when he saw the man in black attacking the disciples of Huashan, he wanted to go to help, but he didn't want the wind to come to his eyes, so he shook his head slightly at Ning Zhong.

Ning Zhong had no choice but to stop, and looked at the disciples with worried eyes.

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