The morning sun gradually became fiery, expelling the mountains and obliterating the dewdrops. At this time, Xu Yiyang was slowly walking to the platform of life and death.

The platform of life and death, at the junction of the inner gate and the area of the true disciples. It was a towering mountain, but at the top of the mountain was a wide platform with a huge ring of bluestones in a radius of 100 meters.

There are dark traces on the iron-blue rocks, either overflowing or splattering...... It was left by those who fought to the death in this ring in the past.

Now, it's Xu Yiyang's turn. He walked into the ring step by step, slowly made his way to the center, and then sat down cross-legged with his eyes closed.

All the chaotic thoughts have been thrown away, and even the nagging of the sword box has been ignored by him.

Outside Zhao Buqun's small courtyard, there were more and more crowds, surrounding the entire courtyard. And there was a crowd of people who kept coming, and they couldn't get close, so they began to wait on both sides of the road to the platform of life and death - these were all Zhao Buqun's supporters.

Seeing such a scene, Yuan Guanyi, who was standing on a high place, couldn't help but sink his face.

Zhao Buqun...... Yuan Guanyi groaned in his heart. His qualifications can't be said to be bad, but if he wants to be among the true disciples, he is a little insufficient. Since Ye Xue'er was ten years old, he has become a swordsman, and Zhao Buqun, who is more than twice as old as Ye Xue'er, is still at the peak level of a swordsman.

However, the prestige he possessed had surpassed that of any disciple, and even compared to some elders.

At least there was no elder who could make the inner disciple come and wait so consciously.

This is a precarious crisis. When this group of inner disciples came to power, Zhao Buqun's power ...... Thinking of this, Yuan Guanyi's face became more and more unsightly.

But he could only watch in silence. There are many means, but now is not the time to use them.

When Zhao Buqun walked out of the small courtyard, he was also shocked, and then his heart warmed. After so many years of dedication, the brothers and sisters have firmly remembered it.

"Senior brothers, Zhao will never live up to expectations!" Zhao Buqun saluted, and then walked towards the platform of life and death.

At this time, the sun was already overhead, and in a few moments, it was noon.

On the mountain road, only neat footsteps can be heard, and only a black head can be seen. And the first person, with a fluttering robe, who is it not Zhao Buqun? Behind him, there is an inner disciple. They followed silently, wanting to witness how Zhao Buqun beheaded Xu Yiyang.

That guy with inferior qualifications brutally killed his fellow disciples. In Zhao Buqun's words, the blood of the same door must not be shed in vain!

Traveling all the way, when Zhao Buqun arrived at the stage of life and death, it was noon, neither early nor late.

Then, they saw that in the center of the bluestone ring, a young man in a white robe sat with his eyes closed and a solemn face. His black hair hung down long, blown by the mountain wind, and fluttered wantonly.

The pair of sword eyebrows were raised high, like two sharp swords, piercing the sky.

Piercing the blue sky is not broken!

In a trance, Zhao Buqun, who faced Xu Yiyang, actually had such a feeling.

At this time, the sun poured down enthusiastically, and the mountain wind hunted, blowing everyone's clothes.

Xu Yiyang suddenly opened his eyes. In those eyes, there seemed to be a sword blade bursting out!

"Do you have anything to say?" Zhao Buqun took a deep breath, his sword qi surging, and his brilliance lingered.

Xu Yiyang laughed loudly: "In this battle, either you die or I die!"

Zhao Buqun's voice was clear, like the sound of a flute, piercing the clouds and cracking stones, "Everyone in the world wants to step into the road of sword cultivation, but those who can successfully enter are all talented people, and there is no one in ten thousand. And you, the difference in qualifications, is also one in a million! In this way, you can actually enter the inner gate, where are the disciples of those outer gates whose qualifications far exceed yours?"

"Can you represent the outer and inner disciples?" Xu Yiyang sneered, his voice rough.

"Senior Brother Zhao is dedicated to the public and is above board!" the inner disciple roared angrily, "We are the only ones who look ahead!"

Hearing this, Yuan Guanyi and Dugu Yin, who were paying attention from a distance, as well as a cadre, turned ugly.

Xu Yiyang laughed out loud.

Zhao Buqun's face remained unchanged: "The brothers are just showing love, I don't know why you are laughing......?" The blood debt is still there!"

"What a hypocritical Zhao Buqun can buy the hearts of many inner disciples. It's obvious that you took the initiative to find someone to kill me, but you said that you would call me a murderer, which is really amazing!" Xu Yiyang sneered and said loudly, "People can only rely on themselves. Blindly serving someone as a leader and hypocritically claiming to be a leader can only show that you are cowardly! Because you dare not face challenges alone, you dare not face tests alone! I envelope one sentence: Tigers and leopards are all alone, and only jackals will be in groups!

In the distance, Yuan Guanyi slowly bowed his head: "This son, if he can live, he will become a great weapon in the future......!"

"This son...... It's a lone wolf!" Dugu Yin also sighed. He never imagined that the kid who followed into the sect as an additive would have such a heart! Although it was a little extreme, for the sect, it was exactly what he needed such a sharp sword.

If this son can survive, it should be worth cultivating!

"If you and I only care about our own bodies, who can serve the sect?" Zhao Buqun was furious, shouted loudly, and no longer gave Xu Yiyang a chance to speak, "Like you, you are not qualified to be in the Imperial Sword Sect." Without further ado, kill!"

The bone-cutting sword is in his hand, the sword light is rippling, and the sword aura is like a mountain!

Xu Yiyang also shouted wildly: "Out of the sheath!"

Two sword lights suddenly shone brightly. The heavy bone-cutting sword, and the thin broken water, collided together. Two figures, the rabbit rises and falls, and they are separated at one touch.

Xu Yiyang's hands trembled slightly, and his heart was full of horror. Just now, he seemed to take the initiative to retreat, but in fact, he was shocked away!

The pinnacle-level swordsman is really extraordinary! Xu Yiyang's hard-hitting blow just now was to measure the true strength of the pinnacle-level swordsman.

Now, he knew—far more than himself.

Zhao Buqun sneered. Is that all there is to it? Well, get ready to die!

The heavy bone-cutting sword in his hand pulled out a delicate sword flower, Zhao Buqun roared, and the sword qi suddenly burst out, winding away like a spirit snake.

Xu Yiyang immediately felt a heaviness all over his body. The sword qi suppression of a peak-level swordsman is really not comparable to the Insight level. Come to think of it, one is still in the realm of swordsmen, but the other has begun to impact swordsmen, how can it be much different?

Unbeatable!

The true qi immediately burst out, and the horizontal sword fierce god in the dantian began to roar silently, and all the pressure was immediately swept away. However, Xu Yiyang also immediately knew what the problem was - in order to resist Zhao Buqun's sword qi suppression, the consumption rate of true qi was so amazing!

The aura of heaven and earth immediately roared, poured into Xu Yiyang's body, was torn away by the whirlpool of true qi, and was rapidly transformed into true qi. Then he began to fight back. In the face of Zhao Buqun's fierce oblique slash of the bone sword, his face was not afraid, but he just shook his arm, and a trick of the jade girl pierced the needle, and the broken water hummed in a low voice excitedly, and went straight to Zhao Buqun's throat.

A way to play together!

Zhao Buqun sneered. In his hand is a heavy bone-cutting sword, and it is a sword weapon that he has worked hard to cultivate for more than ten years, and it is easy to use. Seeing Xu Yiyang's brave attack with such a desperate reckless recklessness, he only sneered, and with a movement of his wrist, the bone-cutting sword slashed towards the broken water with a huge wind whistle.

Abolish your sword first, and then take your life! Zhao Buqun's idea is so simple and direct.

Xu Yiyang frowned, the real air turned, and the whole person suddenly exerted force, and immediately changed his moves. Although he believed that Broken Water would never be afraid of swords, he ...... However, he himself is not Zhao Buqun's opponent in terms of strength. In the collision just now, Zhao Buqun had already suppressed him before he even used his sword qi.

Then, let's fully unfold the sword technique! Xu Yiyang suddenly let out a long roar, no longer paying attention to the opponent's bone-cutting sword, but launched an attack on his own vital point.

Xu Yiyang's style of play is very simple, that is: Even if I die, you don't want to live!