Zhuo Lingfeng was already famous because of the Hengshan City incident. In the eyes of many people, with his great name and prestige, he seemed to be competing with Dongfang Bubai as the "best master in the world".
Feng Buping reunited with the Songshan Sect and sang together with a group of men in black, saying that for the sake of the righteousness of the martial arts world, he wanted to regain the "Evil Sword Manual" for the Lin family.
I thought that these words were probably meant for my brothers. They just wanted to gain righteousness in front of me and the Taishan sect masters, so that they could launch a siege against Zhuo Lingfeng.
After all, the people present are all top-notch experts in the world, and no one really has any face.
But Feng Buping practiced swordsmanship painstakingly in Zhongtiao Mountain for fifteen years, in order to one day become famous in the world and show off his ambitions.
He complimented Zhuo Lingfeng for being the best in the world in martial arts. If he surpassed him in swordsmanship, wouldn't it be logical for him to seize the throne?
The world is about people stepping on each other. You, Zhuo Lingfeng, stepped on Yu Canghai, Mu Gaofeng, Songshan Sect and others and became famous in the world. Then why can't I, Feng Buping, step on you, Zhuo Lingfeng, to reach the top of the martial arts world!
As for his confidence and trust, it comes from his wonderful swordsmanship.
After all, he made it very clear that he wanted to compete with Zhuo Lingfeng in swordsmanship. The strength of his swordsmanship is to use the magic of sword moves to break through the opponent's deep internal strength.
Feng Buping didn't care what the Songshan Sect and others wanted to do to Zhuo Lingfeng, but he knew what he wanted.
Similarly, although Zhuo Lingfeng is powerful, he is more confident in his swordsmanship.
"Sword fight?"
Zhuo Lingfeng smiled proudly: "I won't hold you accountable for trespassing on Baoshan, just for the sake of those who came before you.
Besides, you have not been a swordsman for twenty years, and you have no name or title, so what qualifications do you have to compete with me?"
Feng Buping couldn't help but be startled.
Everyone knows that what Zhuo Lingfeng said is right. With his current prestige in the world, even though Feng Buping is the top master of the Huashan Sword Sect, he is still far behind.
If they are fighting for their lives and fighting each other, their status has nothing to do with it. But if you want to compete with them according to the rules of the world, then their status is really unequal!
It's like a child clamoring for a fair fight with an adult. Which adult can't bear it if he's full?
Feng Buping's other junior brother, Cong Buqi, saw Zhuo Lingfeng looking down on him so much. He was very unconvinced and shouted sternly: "Zhuo Lingfeng, you killed Brother Lu Zhengrong. He came here for our business. I
Senior brother, shouldn’t I seek justice from you?”
As soon as he finished speaking, Feng Buping swung his long sword, making a buzzing sound. He held the sword across his chest and stood up. Before the sword was thrust out, it was already emitting a bone-piercing edge.
He said in a condensed voice: "That's right! Brother Lu came to Chang'an because of my affairs, but you killed him in front of all the heroes. If I don't seek justice for him, how can I have the face to walk around the world!
If you have any difficulties, please explain it to me. For the sake of our relationship, I will not force you!"
Tang Ying'e smiled and said: "Yes, if Master Zhuo is really in trouble, if you tell me something, can we people still make things difficult for you?
Even if you want to leave now, we will not stop you, are you still afraid that we and Brother Feng will besiege you?"
All the men in black said in unison: "What Tang Qixia said couldn't be more clear.
Is it possible that Zhuo Daxia is really afraid that the stolen evil-proofing swordsmanship will be defeated by Feng Daxia's Huashan swordsmanship and lose his reputation?"
The lightning kept flashing, and thunderbolts came one after another. Suddenly, heavy rain came, and the torches were extinguished by the rain. Only a few sky lanterns were still shining.
Zhuo Lingfeng's eyes were piercing, and his gaze was like lightning. He shot at Feng Buping and said coldly: "Are you really just trying to seek justice for Lu Zhengrong, so you are competing with me in sword competition?"
He suspected that Feng Buping was instigated by others to compete with him in swordplay. On the one hand, he was depleting his own skills, and on the other hand, he wanted others to watch his sword skills so that they could deal with him.
This candidate is most likely Zuo Lengchan!
After all, Zuo Lengchan was very powerful and would never want to besiege him with his subordinates unless absolutely necessary.
Then only if you know yourself and the enemy, can you be victorious in a hundred battles!
Feng Buping was glared at by Zhuo Lingfeng, and he felt a chill in his heart. He forced himself to calm down and said: "Feng has no grudges against you. I came here just to see what kind of person Zhong Nan Yifeng is.
Unexpectedly, you killed the friend who was cheering me on. This sword fight has to be fought. If I lose to you and cannot seek an explanation for Brother Lu, then it will be the utmost benevolence and justice!
Do you think I have any other purpose?"
I thought to myself: "With the strength of the Sword Sect, I want to control the Huashan sect, and I also want to be the leader of the Five Mountains Alliance. If I can't defeat you in swordsmanship, I should go back to the mountains to practice hard. What else can I say!"
Zhuo Lingfeng thought that what Feng Buping said was right. If he was really with Songshan, he would just wait to besiege him together. At this time, he just wanted to rely on his wonderful swordsmanship to climb Mount Huashan on his own name.
It’s just the leader’s throne!
Zhuo Lingfeng stared at them for a week, his eyes as cold as lightning, shining on everyone's faces. He knew in his heart that there were nine first-rate masters and a dozen men in black on the field, all of them capable people.
Just having these people besieging him is already very dangerous. If Zuo Lengchan is also watching, he will have to explain it here, and then the gentleman will not suffer the loss in front of him!
But if Zuo Lengchan didn't arrive, he would have to find a way to keep all these people behind.
You can't just run away from home just because of an uncertain piece of news. What's the point of that!
Suddenly he felt a surge of arrogance and said loudly: "You, the Songshan Sect, want to take revenge on me, and the members of the Huashan Sword Sect want to compete with me in sword competition."
He pointed at the man in black and said, "They want the sword manual to ward off evil spirits. Aren't you a group anymore?"
Tang Ying'e didn't know how to answer, but Feng Buping said: "We have never met each other!"
He really didn't know these men in black. Although he guessed they were Zuo Lengchan's subordinates, it was better to be a little confused.
Zhuo Lingfeng said: "That's good!"
"After I kill the person who asked me for the sword manual, I will fight with you again!"
He thought that as long as the Huashan sect was not on the same side as them, he would not necessarily suffer a loss if he stabilized them first, then quickly killed the group of men in black, and then dealt with the Songshan sect.
He did what he thought of. Suddenly, everyone saw the green shirt flashing. Zhuo Lingfeng had passed everyone and rushed towards the man in black. The speed was incredibly fast.
However, all the men in black were concentrating their energy and energy. When Zhuo Lingfeng was asking questions, they felt something was wrong. When they saw his body move, they immediately displayed their body skills and attacked with their weapons.
Eight different weapons hit Zhuo Lingfeng's vitals from different directions. In the heavy rain, the light was dim and seemed to make a blood-devouring groan.
Not to mention eight kinds of weapons, even if there was only one kind, Zhuo Lingfeng seemed to be doomed.
However, the eight weapons had not yet fallen on Zhuo Lingfeng. Facing the men on the left and right who were chopping knives and holding spears, he parted his arms and quickly took out his hands. He held a short spear in his left hand and the back of the ghost head knife in his right hand.
As soon as he mentioned it, the two of them couldn't handle it, so he snatched it away.
"Clang clang" there was a sound of gold and iron, and six weapons were separated by him. The Ghost Head Saber was shaken by his internal force, and it broke into pieces. Stirred by his strong internal energy, it was divided into four parts and reflected back.
The distance was so close and the force of the broken blade was so strong that it hit the foreheads of four people. Several of them couldn't help but let out a groan and fell to the ground one after another.
Three men in black came at Zhuo Lingfeng from behind, brandishing their weapons again.
Zhuo Lingfeng knew their details very well, and he did not turn around. He just turned the short spear in his hand and stabbed it directly from the ribs to the back. His attacks were as fast as thunder and lightning, striking behind and striking first.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" screams. Before the three men in black could even drop their weapons, they were shot in the chest and fell down dead.
The masked old man at the head saw Zhuo Lingfeng's skills as fast as a ghost, and quickly backed away.
Zhuo Lingfeng flicked the short spear in his hand, and the leader swung his sword. There was a "cang" sound, sparks flew everywhere, and the short spear was blocked. However, it was so shocked that he stepped back more than ten feet and staggered.
Everyone was horrified when they saw Zhuo Lingfeng's incredible skills, killing seven martial arts masters instantly.
The Songshan sect and others had been putting on airs for a long time in front of Feng Bu and others, just to let the top swordsman of the Huashan sect compete with Zhuo Lingfeng. They could check the strength of Zhuo Lingfeng's swordsmanship, so naturally they couldn't help him.
I can only be anxious.
Seeing that the masked old man could block his own blow, Zhuo Lingfeng was even more powerful than Lu Zhengrong, so he laughed and said, "No wonder you can be the boss!"
As he spoke, his body swayed, and he slapped his neck with his right palm. This palm was shot crookedly, but it blocked his path forward, backward, left, and right, and the remaining masked men took action again.
Zhuo Lingfeng heard the strong wind behind him, and he knew the clues without looking back. He immediately shot his left hand backwards, with a soft palm that seemed to be there or not, it was the "Haotian Palm" of the Quanzhen School.
At this time, it was raining heavily, and this palm naturally carried the wind and rain, and it surged towards several people like a huge wind and huge waves.
Everyone hurriedly dodged the blow, but the wind from Zhuo Lingfeng's palm whipped up hundreds of raindrops as big as soybeans. Although everyone avoided the palm force, they could not get rid of the raindrops, no matter where they hit them.
My body and face also felt numb for a while.
The old man in black clothes was a top-notch master in the world, and he would not sit still and wait for death. The long sword in his hand erratically set off a burst of white light, which also hit Zhuo Lingfeng's chest with an astonishing momentum.
Zhuo Lingfeng stretched out the long arm of his right hand, and with a "clang" sound, he firmly clamped the tip of the sword with his middle and index fingers, and then used his fingertips forcefully to break the tip of the sword with a "click".
At the same time, he suddenly raised his foot and kicked it. The masked old man grunted and somersaulted out.
Before he landed, Zhuo Lingfeng swayed and grabbed the old man in black with his left hand. He wanted to capture this man alive.
But at this critical moment, I suddenly heard a sharp voice: "Take the move!"
This shout was very harsh, like a sharp cone piercing the eardrum. It was really powerful and powerful.
The experts from various factions who were watching from the sidelines felt quite uncomfortable.
Thanks to the book friends "Finally I Have Time" and "Li Gongzi" for the reward.