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Zuo Lengchan was angry in his heart, but he remained calm on the surface. He said coldly: "Brother Yue, as long as you can defeat the long sword in my hand, the position of the head of the Five Mountains Sect will be assumed by you, Brother Yue."

Yue Buqun shook his hand, still with a gentle smile on his face: "Those with high martial arts skills may not have high moral character. Even if I can defeat Brother Zuo, I may not be able to defeat the other masters in the Five Mountains Sect."

He was humble, but every word he said was about his superior fighting ability to Zuo Lengchan, which made Zuo Lengchan angrier and angrier. Zuo Lengchan took a deep breath, suppressed his anger, and said coldly: "Brother Yue, the three words 'Gentleman Sword' are famous all over the world. The word 'Gentleman' is well known to everyone. But the word 'Sword' is something that many people have heard of, but few have seen. Today, all the heroes in the world have gathered, so I would like to ask Brother Yue to show us his superb swordsmanship, so that everyone can open their eyes!"

As soon as these words came out, the audience exploded. Many people shouted at the top of their lungs: "Go to the stage and fight, go to the stage and fight."

"What kind of hero is he if he only talks but doesn't practice?" "What's the point of bragging about yourself when you're on stage fighting with swords to see who's stronger?"

The shouts and cries surged like a tide, carrying with them the crowd's eagerness to watch the excitement, making the scene even more boisterous.

Yue Buqun stood quietly with his hands behind his back, saying nothing.

When Zuo Lengchan was planning to merge the Five Mountains Sword Sects, he made an in-depth understanding of the martial arts skills of the masters in the four sects. He was confident that no one in the four sects could defeat him, which is why he spared no effort to promote this matter.

After all, if there is someone who is stronger than him in fighting, after the Five Mountains Sword Sects merge, the position of the leader will be taken away by someone else. Wouldn't that be making wedding clothes for others in vain?

Zuo Lengchan knew that Yue Buqun was an expert in swordsmanship and had made great achievements in the "Purple Cloud Divine Art". He first instigated Feng Buping, Cheng Buyou and other sword masters to fight openly on Huashan Mountain, and then sent more than ten masters from other sects to ambush at Yaowang Temple. Although his plan did not succeed, he did find out the details of Yue Buqun's martial arts. In his opinion, although Yue Buqun was an expert in swordsmanship, he was no match for him after all, and his internal strength was just so-so.

Looking at Yue Buqun, Zuo Lengchan thought to himself: "This man is extremely cunning. If we don't beat him up in front of all the heroes and make him unable to raise his head from now on, if he stays in the Five Mountains Sect, he will definitely cause great trouble in the future."

Thinking of this, he spoke again, his voice firm and unyielding: "Brother Yue, all the heroes in the world have invited you to come on stage and show your skills, why don't you give them face?"

Yue Buqun glanced at the people below the stage, took a deep breath, and said slowly: "Since Brother Zuo said so, I will respectfully obey your command."

After saying this, he steadily climbed the stairs to the stage step by step. Every step he took seemed to step on the hearts of the audience. Seeing that there was a good show to watch, the crowd below the stage immediately burst into applause and cheers.

After Yue Buqun walked onto the stage, he first bowed to Zuo Lengchan with a respectful attitude and said: "Brother Zuo, you and I are now fellow disciples. Let's exchange martial arts and stop when we're done. How about that?" His voice was clear and echoed on the top of the mountain.

Zuo Lengchan nodded slightly, a hint of barely perceptible contempt flashed across his eyes, and said, "Brother, you should be careful and try your best not to hurt Brother Yue."

When the disciples of Songshan Sect heard this, they immediately shouted, "You're begging for mercy before we even start fighting. It's better not to fight at all."

"Swords have no eyes. Once you start, who can guarantee that you will not die or get hurt?"

"If you are afraid, you'd better surrender and step down. It's not too late." The mocking voices shot towards Yue Buqun like sharp arrows.

Yue Buqun remained calm, smiled slightly, and said loudly: "Swords have no eyes. Once they come into contact, casualties are inevitable. This is true." He turned his head to look at the Huashan disciples, his expression solemn, and said loudly: "Everyone from Huashan, listen: Brother Zuo and I are exchanging martial arts, and there is absolutely no hatred. If Brother Zuo accidentally killed me or seriously injured me, it was a fierce fight and it was not easy to judge the degree. Everyone should not bear a grudge against Uncle Zuo, and must not seek revenge with the Songshan disciples, which will ruin the loyalty of my fellow disciples from the Five Mountains."

"Yes!!"

Yue Lingshan and other Huashan disciples responded loudly in unison, their voices ringing out in unison.

Zuo Lengchan was slightly startled when he heard him say this, which was quite unexpected. After a brief thought, he said, "Brother Yue is very righteous and values ​​the loyalty of our sect. That's great." But he thought to himself, "This man is already timid. I can take advantage of this situation to subdue him in one fell swoop."

When masters compete, internal strength and external moves are crucial, but the difference between victory and defeat can often be seen in the rise and fall of momentum. Zuo Lengchan saw Yue Buqun showing weakness, and he was secretly happy. He moved his body, and with a swish sound, he drew out his long sword. The sound of the long sword coming out of the sheath actually shook the valley. It turned out that he secretly used his internal strength, and when the long sword was unsheathed, the blade and the inner wall of the scabbard kept colliding, and the vibration made a huge sound.

Those who didn't know the truth were all horrified. Seeing this, the disciples of Songshan started cheering loudly, and the sound echoed in the valley, further boosting the momentum of Songshan Sect.

Yue Buqun looked calm, and drew out his sword without any haste. The sword was unsheathed, gleaming with a cool light in the sunlight. He slowly raised the sword, with the tip of the sword slightly drooping, and took a defensive stance.

The surroundings suddenly became quiet, and everyone's eyes were cast towards the two figures on the Fengshan Terrace.

Zuo Lengchan pointed the long sword at the ground and used his icy true qi. A faint blue light appeared on the sword, which seemed to have life, constantly jumping and spitting. As the true qi surged, ice crystals quickly formed on the sword, layer after layer, like the first frost. The ice crystals intertwined with each other, reflecting the cold light, adding a bit of coldness.

Yue Buqun held the sword to his chest and activated the Purple Cloud Divine Art. Purple air slowly flowed from his forehead to the tip of the sword, condensing into a halo of an inch at the edge of the sword. The halo was dark purple, like a burning flame, but exuding a calm aura. The purple air spread along the sword, making Yue Buqun look extraordinary.

"please!"

Zuo Lengchan let out a thunderous roar, which made the air around him buzz. Before he finished shouting, his figure flew over the ground like an eagle, so fast that people could only see a flash of black shadow in front of their eyes. He swung the long sword in his hand, and the sword light instantly turned into seventeen cold stars, shooting towards Yue Buqun.

This is exactly the "Eternal Human Dragon" in the Songshan sword technique. When the sword move is made, it brings with it the power of wind and thunder. Before the sword arrives, seven ice marks have been plowed out by the cold air. The ice marks are several inches deep, which shows how biting the cold air is.

The spectators standing around the Fengshan Terrace stared with their eyes wide open, not daring to breathe. They only saw the blue light suddenly surge, and the blue light seemed to have substance, as if seven ice swords were piercing Yue Buqun's vital points at the same time.

Yue Buqun's face was solemn, he stepped on the eight trigrams, his sword moved lightly, and the purple cloud true energy flowed rapidly in his body. The long sword was suddenly as ethereal and unpredictable as the thirteen styles of Hengshan clouds and mist, and the sword body drew strange arcs in the air. His eyes were fixed on Zuo Lengchan's sword moves, wandering in the gaps between the ice blades, and the long sword in his hand kept trembling, making a ding-ding crisp sound. Each crisp sound represented that he was unloading a sword energy to the surroundings. Wherever the sword energy passed, the white marble railings exploded, and the broken jade wrapped in ice chips splashed everywhere, splashing into the deep valley, making a crisp crash. "What a cloud-covered fog!"

Seeing this, Zuo Lengchan sneered, with a hint of disdain in his laughter. The sword force suddenly changed, and the originally fierce sword moves turned into the "Ziwu Twelve Swords". The speed of this sword move was sometimes fast and sometimes slow. When it was fast, it was like thunder cracking the sky, leaving people no time to react; when it was slow, it was like an old ape hanging on a branch. It seemed slow, but it was actually murderous. The twelve sword shadows were virtual and real, and the sword tips trembled, and they actually laid an icy sword net in a radius of several feet. In the sword net, cold air was overflowing, and each sword energy was like a sharp blade, cutting the air with a hissing sound.

Yue Buqun's pupils shrank slightly, and he was secretly alert. He knew very well how powerful this sword net was. Once he was caught in it, he would be in trouble. At that moment, Zixia's true energy was fully poured into the sword, and the sword body shone brightly. He used the Huashan sword technique "White Rainbow Piercing the Sun" and the long sword went straight to the center of the palace. His target was clear and his sword was fierce.

However, just when the sword net was about to close, he suddenly changed his tactics. Dugu Nine Swords "Sword Breaking Style" was launched, and the sword tip was like a spirit snake spitting out its tongue, quickly and accurately hitting the energy node where the twelve sword shadows connected.

"Qiang!"

The first strike of the two swords made a loud noise, and the sound echoed in the valley. The icy energy flowed along the sword and penetrated Yue Buqun's meridians. He felt a bone-chilling chill from his arm, which instantly spread to his whole body. His wrist trembled slightly involuntarily, but he quickly calmed his mind. Purple energy gushed out from the Laogong acupoint and condensed into a purple cyclone at the hilt of the sword. The cyclone rotated rapidly, emitting a powerful force, resisting the erosion of the icy energy. Zuo Lengchan felt that the sword was stuck in a quagmire, and the power of the sword was mostly dissolved by the purple cyclone. He was about to change his move, but he saw the opponent's long sword sticking to the ice blade and going upstream at an extremely fast speed, cutting directly at the five fingers holding the sword.

"Well done!"

Zuo Lengchan shouted loudly and took three steps back. Each step he took left a deep footprint on the ground. Then, he used the Great Songyang Divine Palm to slap the sword spine. The palm wind whistled past, and wherever it passed, the frost spread a three-foot ice blanket on the ground. The ice blanket was crystal clear, but it was full of murderous intent.

Yue Buqun reacted quickly, the sword tip turned back, and he used the "Three Green Peaks of Taiyue" with the hilt of the sword. Three purple sword qi shot out in a triangular shape at an extremely fast speed, instantly blocking Zuo Lengchan's palm. The qi collided with each other, making a dull sound, and the ice blanket exploded, and countless ice crystals flew. Under the refraction of the sunlight, these ice crystals actually presented a colorful halo, like a dream.

"Why doesn't Sect Leader Yue use his real abilities?"

Zuo Lengchan was furious, pointing his sword at the sky, his icy energy circulated wildly above his head, emitting waves of coldness around him. He used the Songshan unique skill "Ten Thousand Mountains Paying Homage to the Emperor", causing the mountain wind to whistle, the sound of the wind was like the howling of ghosts and wolves, making people shudder. Seventy-two ice cones shot down, drawing arcs in the air, blocking Yue Buqun's eight retreat routes.

Seeing this, Yue Buqun let out a long whistle, which broke through the air and echoed throughout the valley. He circulated the purple cloud true qi, and the true qi circulated throughout his body. He waved the long sword in his hand, which turned into five-colored streams of light, and he was actually performing the essence of the Five Mountains Sword School at the same time. He first used the Hengshan sword technique of hiding a needle in a cotton ball to dissolve the sharpness of the ice cone. Every time he swung the sword, he just removed the power of the ice cone. Then he used the Taishan Eighteen Turns, took advantage of the momentum to spin around, and his body was as flexible as a ghost, avoiding the attack of the ice cone. Then he used the Hengshan Huifeng Luoyan sword to pick up seven ice blades, and his sword moves were sharp and smooth.

Finally, he used Huashan's "Pine Welcoming Guests" to pierce the core of the ice cloud.

"boom!"

The ice cloud exploded, and the huge impact caused the surrounding air to vibrate. The cold air rolled back and spread in all directions like a surging tide.

Zuo Lengchan was shocked by this force, his beard and eyebrows turned white, his face turned pale as snow, and a trace of blood oozed from the corner of his mouth. However, there was a hint of ruthlessness in his eyes, and the tip of his sword had already crossed Chencang secretly, and he used the "Heavenly Jade Dragon" style to pierce Yue Buqun's back silently. He had been preparing for this sword for a long time, and the blue light at the tip of the sword was like a poisonous snake's tongue, and the speed was so fast that it was hard to defend against.

At the critical moment, purple air gushed out from the bottom of Yue Buqun's feet, and his figure moved three feet horizontally like a ghost. Zuo Lengchan's sword stabbed into nothingness, and he was shocked and looked at Yue Buqun in disbelief, his eyes full of shock.

"The Dugu Nine Swords are indeed worthy of their reputation."

Zuo Lengchan stared at the tear on his left sleeve, which was cut by Yue Buqun's sword energy. His eyes were filled with coldness, and he was shocked and angry. He knew very well how powerful Dugu Nine Swords was, but he didn't expect Yue Buqun to be able to use it so skillfully. He secretly regretted why he didn't realize that Yue Buqun had practiced this peerless sword technique.

The icy true energy was running at full power, and spider-web-like ice patterns began to form on the ground of the Fengchan Terrace. The ice patterns spread rapidly, and all the spectators within ten feet felt their breathing stagnate.

Yue Buqun's sword tip was hanging down to the ground, and purple air was seeping into the ice along the sword tip. Everyone was shocked to see purple light flowing under the ice, and actually weaving a true energy net in the ice field. When Zuo Lengchan used "Die Cui Fu Qing" again, the 72 ice blades were melted by the purple air underground before they could take shape. Under the erosion of the purple air, the ice blades turned into a pool of ice water and disappeared without a trace.

"Purple Qi is coming from the east!"

The Huashan disciples cheered in unison, their voices echoing throughout the valley.

Yue Buqun and his sword merged into one, and the sword light turned into a long purple rainbow, passing at an extremely fast speed, like lightning. Wherever it passed, the ice and snow melted, and the ice Qi was powerless in front of this powerful sword energy. Zuo Lengchan blocked with his sword, but saw that the opponent's sword was as simple and unsophisticated as the "open door to the mountain" of Songshan. Just as he was about to change his moves, he found that the tip of the sword had already touched his throat three inches away.

"Concession."

Yue Buqun sheathed his sword, the purple energy gathered between his brows, his face was calm without a trace of emotion.

The frost on the Fengshan Terrace gradually melted away, leaving only two sword marks about a foot deep that crisscrossed like a cross.

Time seemed to freeze. Zuo Lengchan suddenly lowered his eyes, and a complex emotion flashed in his eyes, including unwillingness, despair, and a hint of determination. The long sword in his hand fell to the ground with a clang, making a crisp sound on the Fengshan Terrace, and the echo reverberated in the silent air for a long time.

"Master Yue is a master of swordsmanship, Zuo..."

Zuo Lengchan stumbled forward half a step, and his voice suddenly became inaudible. Yue Buqun subconsciously tilted his ear to listen, trying to hear his words clearly. However, at this moment, Zuo Lengchan's lowered right palm suddenly turned blue-green, which was a sign that he had pushed the ice energy to the extreme!
"Brother, be careful!"

Ning Zhongze's exclamation instantly broke through the mountain wind.

(End of this chapter)