Swords emerge from Mount Hua, sweeping across the heavens from the world of Swordsman.

A burst of energy pierced through their shoulders, causing their swords to fly from their hands and them to fall to the ground in a sorry state.

Yue Zhuoqun didn't even glance at them again, but scanned the people from the other factions: "Kunlun Sect's martial arts are nothing special. Who will come next?"

His easy defeat of He Taichong and his wife put considerable pressure on the righteous heroes, who exchanged glances, feeling uneasy for a moment.

After a dozen seconds, the five elders of Kongtong gritted their teeth and shouted in unison, "We'll go."

The five people stepped on the ground, leaped into the air, and surrounded Yue Zhuoqun.

He swung his fists, unleashing a powerful punch.

Seven Injury Fist, a unique skill of the Kongtong School.

This style of boxing actually has a very high potential. When it strikes, it is powerful and imposing, containing seven different forces, which are either fierce, gentle, soft within hardness, hard within softness, horizontal, vertical, or inward.

Once the enemy cannot withstand the unpredictable force of the punch, they will suffer internal injuries.

Unfortunately, this boxing style is very difficult to master. Those with low internal strength will suffer seven injuries when practicing it, and when attacking an enemy, they will injure themselves first and then the enemy.

If one possesses exceptional internal strength, one can neutralize the force that harms oneself and instead make the force of the punch that injures the enemy even stronger.

These five elders of Kongtong were people who forcibly cultivated their internal energy when it was insufficient, and their internal organs had long been injured.

Seeing the five men throw fierce punches, Yue Zhuoqun curled his lips and did not make any move to defend himself. Instead, he released his spiraling energy, which condensed into a layer of internal energy light around his body.

Bang!

The five men's fists slammed into the internal energy barrier, producing a dull thud, and the force of their punches was immediately dissipated.

"Come again!"

Guan Neng, the eldest of the Five Elders of Kongtong, shouted loudly, and the five of them retreated and attacked with even stronger force.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

……

They repeatedly increased their punching power, but they were still unable to break through the internal energy barrier.

After throwing thirteen punches in a row, his internal injuries were triggered, and he spat out a mouthful of blood and collapsed to the ground.

"Ha! You're all down before I even made a move, pathetic!"

Yue Zhuoqun curled his lip and looked at the Emei Sect's camp: "Extinction Old Nun, now it's your turn!"

“You mad demon, I will surely use the Heaven-Slaying Sword to cut off your head.”

Abbess Miejue roared angrily; at this point, she had no choice but to fight back.

Sonorous!

The Heaven-Slaying Sword was drawn from its sheath, and the blade and scabbard collided, producing a crisp sound, like the sound of a clear spring or the clinking of jade rings.

A blinding light accompanied a crisp, rising sound, and all the heroes in the arena felt a chill run down their spines.

What a peerless sword!

Chi!

The longsword flashed with a cold light and slashed down towards Yue Zhuoqun's neck.

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As the Heaven-Slaying Sword swept across, the air itself was distorted by its sharp blade, sending chills down one's spine.

Yue Zhuoqun shifted his body, and the long sword slid down close to his chest.

Chi~

The sharp energy spread out, tearing a crack several meters long in the ground.

Yue Zhuoqun's eyes lit up. It was indeed a peerless sword, far surpassing his own Gentleman's Sword in sharpness.

"What a pity, what a pity, such a sword in your hands is like a pearl being buried in dust."

"Arrogant!" Miejue could not tolerate such a judgment from others.

She was proficient in Emei swordsmanship and created the Extinction Twin Swords. She believed that there were no more than five people in the martial arts world who could surpass her in swordsmanship.

In addition, the sharpness of the Heaven-Slaying Sword makes it completely disregard all the sword masters in the world.

Yue Zhuoqun felt extremely insulted when he said those words.

His eyes turned cold, and the downward slash of the Heaven-Slaying Sword turned into a horizontal strike.

The tip of the Heaven-Slaying Sword hummed and swayed nine times from left to right, unusually fast, leaving nine afterimages trailing behind the blade, each one clearly visible.

This move was truly swift and unpredictable, like a rabbit leaping and a dove swooping, with the speed of lightning; it was the killing move of her Extinction Twin Swords.

"Humph!"

Yue Zhuoqun gave a light hum, his right hand radiating a faint golden light as he swiftly plunged into the sword shadow.

Ding!

The nine sword shadows instantly merged into one, firmly held between the two golden fingers.

Extinction was shocked. She hadn't even seen how Yue Zhuoqun had used two fingers to trap her sword move. She suddenly activated her inner strength.

The Emei Nine Yang Skill was activated, and the powerful internal force spread throughout the entire sword, threatening to shatter those two fingers: "Let go of me!"

As a result, she stumbled, as if she were fighting a mountain. The internal force she had released was shaken back, and she almost fell to the ground.

"The Heaven-Slaying Sword is now mine."

Yue Zhuoqun flicked his wrist, and a spiraling force surged forth.

Bang!

Extinction's hand, which was tightly gripping the sword hilt, was shaken open, and the space between her thumb and forefinger was torn apart.

But she couldn't care less about the pain.

The Heaven Sword is extremely important to the Emei Sect, as it contains the secret manual of the Nine Yin Manual, which is fundamental to the Emei Sect's strength.

He rushed toward Yue Zhuoqun in a hurry, his palms outstretched in front of his chest, and a surge of golden light from his inner force spread out.

"Buddha's Light Shines Everywhere" is one of the palm techniques of the Emei School.

This palm technique has only one move, which requires the Emei Nine Yang Skill as its foundation. The palm force is vast and boundless, capable of covering the enemy's entire body, making it impossible for the enemy to defend against.

In the Emei Sect today, only she, Miejue, has mastered it; no one else can do it.

The golden light from his palm spread out, enveloping Yue Zhuoqun's figure.

But the next second the air turned cold, the palm strike scattered like golden sand, and a wisp of sword energy bloomed from it.

This was an indescribable sword strike, as if the world had just been created, manifesting countless sword lights.

Chi Chi!

Blood splattered as Abbess Miejue's two arms were severed on the spot, and her body was sent flying in a disheveled state.

"How could there be such terrifying swordsmanship in this world!"

She faced the sword head-on and saw it most clearly.

It was originally a single sword strike, but in the next moment it transformed into hundreds or thousands of sword strikes, making it impossible to defend against.

Yue Zhuoqun twirled the Yitian Sword in his hand, smiled with satisfaction, and looked at the Shaolin camp: "Shaolin bald monks, it's your turn."

Kongzhi and Kongxing looked miserable. After several battles, they realized that their plan to besiege Bright Peak and wipe out the Ming Cult had failed.

Yue Zhuoqun's martial arts skills were so high that they were astonishing.

Even if they were to play, the result would still be a defeat.

However, they could not refuse Yue Zhuoqun's challenge.

Kongxing sighed, "Senior brother, I'll go up and go through the motions!"

"Just going through the motions? You Shaolin really think it's that easy."

Just as Kongxing was about to step forward, Yue Zhuoqun sneered, "The four eminent monks, Jianjian, Zhixing, and Kongjian, have been famous throughout the martial arts world for decades. Not only did Kongjian die at the hands of Xie Xun, but Kongwen also took charge of Shaolin. Since the two of you are here, come at me together!"

"Amitabha, Benefactor Yue's martial arts are unparalleled, this old monk truly admires you." Kongzhi's heart sank, and he uttered a Buddhist chant, saying, "At this point in the battle, the outcome is already decided. Why don't we both take a step back, and our sects leave Bright Peak now, and never seek revenge against the Ming Cult again? What do you say?"

"Hahaha, this is truly the usual style of your Shaolin! It's just a pity that Bright Peak is not a place you can come and go as you please."

Yue Zhuoqun opened his palm, and a spiraling energy spread out, enveloping Kong Wen and Kong Xing: "Get over here!"

The two were enveloped by the spiraling energy, feeling as if the heavens and earth were pressing down on their bodies, and a powerful pulling force was causing them to slide forward.

Seeing that the attempt to stop the fight was futile, Kongxing roared, "Yue Zhuoqun, do you really think Shaolin is afraid of you?"

hum!

With both hands forming claws, he launched an attack carrying the force to pierce through gold and shatter rocks.

Kong Zhi, with a cold and stern expression, conjured up numerous palm shadows and struck Yue Zhuoqun's chest.

Shaolin Dragon Claw Hand, Shaolin Prajna Palm.