Listening to Feng Buping's awe-inspiring words, Yue Buqun was disdainful for a while, and said coldly: "Yue Mou is now that the acupoint is sealed and his internal strength is exhausted, how can he compete with you?"

"It's easy!" Feng Buping hugged his fists at the masked people and said: "Everyone, can you give Feng a certain face, temporarily remove the acupoints on this Yue Buqun's body, so that he can compete with Feng Mou?

"Feng Daxia is polite, rush to your golden face, where do I have no reason to allow it!" The masked old man returned the salute with his fists, came to Yue Buqun's side as he spoke, slapped him a few times, and untied the acupoints on his body. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The acupoint was untied, Yue Buqun stood up, and said flatly: "Give Yue half an hour's effort, and after Yue's internal strength is exhausted, it will not be too late to compete with you." ”

"This can't be done!" Before Feng Buping could say anything, the masked old man said first: "My brothers and I don't have the time to spend time with Mr. Yue here, at most I will give you a stick of incense." After a stick of incense, the competition begins, and we can continue to do things by winning or losing. ”

"This evil sword technique already belongs to my son, what are you waiting for?" Huang Qi next to him said coldly.

Hearing this, the masked old man was furious in his heart, and he was about to get angry, but when he thought of the transmission he got before, he immediately suppressed the anger, gritted his teeth and said: "Since the son has high martial arts and is forced to fight each other, then share it with my brothers and others." It's just that the sword has no eyes, and it hurts the people of the Huashan faction, and I can't care about it. ”

"Heh..."Hearing this, Huang Qi's heart sank, but he said funny: "You actually threatened my son with the lives of the Huashan faction, did you take the wrong medicine?"

"Don't dare!" The masked old man's face remained unchanged, and he clenched his fists and said: "Don't dare to threaten the young man, just tell the truth!"

"It's good if you don't dare!" Huang Qi had some scruples in his heart, but he didn't dare to force it too much, looking at the people of the Huashan faction, when he saw Ling Hu Chong, his eyes lit up, and he couldn't help but have an idea.

"My son doesn't have time to wait, don't say half an hour, it's just a stick of incense, and my son doesn't want to wait longer. ”

Fei Bin was surprised when he heard this, and said tentatively: "Since Shaoxia said this, then the competition will start immediately?"

"Naturally!" Huang Qi nodded slowly.

Seeing Huang Qi agree, Yue Buqun's heart was cold, knowing that it was impossible to escape today, thinking that the Huashan faction would be extinct today, even with his heart, he couldn't help but feel sad.

Feng Buping was overjoyed when he saw this, and shouted: "Yue Buqun, let's take out the sword!"

"Come slowly!" Seeing that Feng Buping was about to make a move, Huang Qi stopped him.

"What does Shaoxia mean by this?" Fei Bin secretly said in his heart that this was indeed the case, but there was no performance on his face, and he asked with his fists clenched.

"I don't mean anything else!" Huang Qi slowly walked towards the people sent by Huashan, came to the people who were pressed except for Yue Buqun, and looked at a few masked people.

"Brothers, come back!" the masked old man hesitated slightly when he saw this, and then summoned a few people back. Anyway, it's good to have Yue Buqun here, and those disciples and the like can't become the climate.

"Thank you Shaoxia!" waited for the masked people around him to leave, and Ning Zhong gave Huang Qi a fist salute.

Huang Qi glanced at Ning Zhongze when he heard this, but ignored it, but stretched out his hand and pointed at Ling Hu Chong and said, "If this son is not wrong, you are the senior brother of the Huashan faction, right?"

"It's Ling Hu Chong!" Ling Hu Chong was weak and hugged his fists.

Huang Qi nodded and said, "It's good if it's you, you go and compete on behalf of your master!"

"Never!" Ling Hu Chong was shocked when he heard this, and hurriedly waved his hand and said: "In case the martial arts are low, not as good as the master, where can I compete on behalf of the master? In lieu of martial arts, it must not be!"

Ning Zhong said loudly: "Shaoxia doesn't know, Chong'er is indeed injured internally, and he has no internal strength. ”

"It's okay, it's nothing if there is no internal strength!" Huang Qi wanted to see the so-called Dugu Nine Swords, didn't listen to the words of the two, and said: "Linghu Gongzi, if you don't fight for your master for the first time, with your master's current situation, the competition will definitely be lost." At that time, the head of the Huashan faction will fall into the hands of Feng Buping, if you want him to be the head, then don't fight. ”

"Ling Hu Chong naturally doesn't want to!" Ling Hu Chong said without thinking.

Ning Zhong turned his head to look at his husband, and then at the injury on his leg, knowing that the two of them would not be able to make a move. Looking at the rest of the disciples again, none of the injured ones were intact, no matter who was on it, they would definitely lose. Although the person in front of him didn't know why he had to rush to fight, but so far, he could only reluctantly try.

Thinking of this, Ning Zhong said loudly: "Chong'er, since Shaoxia said this, then you will fight for your master!"

"Yes, Master!" Ling Hu Chong shook his head when he heard this, nodded in response, and stood up.

Ling Hu Chong, who stood up, did not immediately draw his sword for the competition, but bowed to Yue Buqun and said, "Master, this competition will be done by the disciple, and I ask the master for permission?"

"Hmm!" Yue Buqun knew his own situation, and although he didn't think that this big disciple would be able to win this competition, he still nodded in agreement.

With the permission of the master, Ling Hu Chong pulled out his long sword, pointed at Feng Buping and said, "Make a move!" At this moment, he represented Yue Buqun in the competition, and victory or defeat was related to the position of the head of the Huashan faction, so he no longer felt weak, but was in good spirits.

"Let's let you make the first move!" Feng Buping held the long sword and motioned for Ling Hu Chong to make the first move. He is an elder and a junior, and he is embarrassed enough, if he takes the lead in making a move, in front of everyone, he will not have this face.

Ling Hu Chong knew that his internal strength was almost nothing, and this competition was very important, so he was no longer humble, and the long sword was a hand, which was a move in the swordsmanship of the Huashan faction.

"The swordsmanship is good!" Feng Buping praised when he saw this, but there was no politeness in his hand. Since he has already competed with juniors, he will not choose to stay.

The long sword in Feng Buping's hand slashed horizontally and hit directly, extremely fast, and before five or six moves, there was a faint sound of wind in the sword momentum. He drew his sword faster and faster, and the wind became louder and louder. This swordsmanship, called the Tempest Quick Sword, is a proud swordsmanship created by Feng Buping who lived in seclusion in Zhongtiao Mountain for fifteen years. He has great ambitions, not only does he want to be in charge of the Huashan faction, but also wants to become the head of the Huashan faction, and then go one step further and become the leader of the Wuyue Sword Sect, relying on this set of one hundred and eight style wind fast swords.

This wind fast sword is really powerful, the momentum emitted by the blade of the sword gradually expanded, the onlookers only felt that the cold was pressing, their faces and hands were blown by the wind and faintly painful, and their bodies involuntarily retreated, and the circle around the two of them gradually expanded, and there were four or five zhang in a square circle. The fire of the torches held by everyone on that horse was forced to fly outward by the sword qi, and the sound of the wind on the sword gradually increased.

In the eyes of the spectators, Ling Hu Chong was like a small boat in the hundred zhang waves, the wind roared, and one after another monstrous white waves rushed towards the boat, and the boat went up and down with the waves, but it was never swallowed by the waves.

When Feng Buping used the Wind Sword Technique, Ling Hu Chong only felt that his Sword Technique was unstoppable, and if it was usual, he was only afraid that he would die without a place to be buried. But today's victory or defeat is related to the position of the head of the Huashan faction, and it is not a pity for him to let Hu Chong die, but he said that he will not let the head of the Huashan faction fall into the hands of others.

Therefore, Linghu Chong immediately used the swordsmanship taught by Feng Qingyang to resist the enemy, that Dugu Jiujian he had not yet practiced, and he did not dare to rashly use it to resist the strong enemy, but at this critical juncture, the whole person was suddenly clear and abnormal, and all kinds of complicated and magical dismantling methods in the sword-breaking style were clearly emerging in an instant. Seeing Feng Buping's sword shining, he had already seen the flaws in his moves, and the sword pointed to the flaws in his moves, forcing Feng Buping to have another move.

One of these two people was swift with sword light, and the other saw the move, but after a moment's effort, they exchanged seventy or eighty moves.

Dugu Nine Swords are extremely exquisite, although Ling Hu Chong has not yet been practiced, Feng Buping is not an opponent, whenever he can't resist in the moves, he uses the long sword to slash hard. He knew that Ling Hu Chong would not fight with him and block the sword with his sword, so he would be able to get out of the predicament.

The onlookers saw that Feng Buping's style of play was almost a scoundrel, and they couldn't help but have their own ideas, and some couldn't help but feel dissatisfied in their hearts.

Among the people who came with the Songshan Sect and others, there was a Taoist priest from the Taishan Sect who muttered: "The disciples of the Qi Sect have high swordsmanship, and the senior uncle of the Sword Sect has strong internal strength, how the hell is this? The Qi Sect and the Sword Sect of the Huashan Sect, aren't they playing upside down?"

Although this Taoist priest was just muttering, none of the people present were equipped with martial arts, and they listened to it one by one.

Others didn't say anything, but Feng Buping's face turned red, and a long sword made it like a storm. He is the number one master of the Huashan Sect Sword Sect today, and his swordsmanship is indeed excellent.

Linghu Chong was already weak, unable to move his body, barely supported, to be able to stand, lost many good opportunities to win, and the first time he made Dugu Jiujian encounter a big enemy, he couldn't help but feel cowardly, and his swordsmanship was not proficient.

However, after more than 30 moves, Linghu Chong found that if he used a sword casually, the other party was often difficult to resist and was in a hurry; Once, the Feng Buping long sword slashed three arcs in a row, almost cutting off his right arm at the shoulder, which was really dangerous.