The Smiling, Proud Wanderer, Becomes a Disciple of Yue Buqun

At this moment, Jiang Ning turned his wrist and swung his hand horizontally.

A string of blood beads flew out.

Cong Buqi fell to the ground, his eyes wide open, looking at the sky. His vision gradually became unfocused and his body kept twitching.

Blood flowed from his neck, staining the ground where he lay red.

Jiang Ning looked at his twitching body with a slightly raised eyebrow.

Cong Buqi.

dead!

Chapter 112: The Second Battle

Chapter 112: The Second Battle

"it is good!"

A loud shout sounded.

Lin Pingzhi stood in the crowd, looking at the results in the field with great excitement, his face flushed.

Among all the people present, he was the one who cared about Jiang Ning the most except Yue Buqun. Although he was one or two years older than Jiang Ning, he was deeply touched by Jiang Ning's care and advice for him, and he really regarded Jiang Ning as his senior brother.

Although he couldn't say a word when he saw Jiang Ning and Cong Buqi fighting, his concern for Jiang Ning was no less than Yue Buqun. Yue Buqun was ready to save Jiang Ning at any time, but he was also ready to rush forward and die for Jiang Ning if Jiang Ning was really in danger.

Seeing Jiang Ning finally kill Cong Buqi, Lin Pingzhi's heart finally relaxed and he couldn't help but cheer loudly.

His voice was so loud that it hurt the ears of the Huashan disciples nearby, and they all covered their ears.

But they were not angry, they were excited.

They have always known that Jiang Ning is very powerful, but they didn't know that Jiang Ning is so powerful. He was able to kill Cong Buqi, a master of the previous generation, just by relying on his own strength. This made them very excited.

Smiles appeared on Yue Buqun and Ning Zhongze's faces.

Zheng~

Jiang Ning sheathed his sword and returned to Yue Buqun's side.

"well done."

Yue Buqun nodded slightly to Jiang Ning, then he also stood up and stood in the martial arts training ground.

"Brother Feng, please."

Yue Buqun stretched out his hand and gestured to Feng Buping to come in.

Feng Buping and Cheng Buyou both looked unhappy.

They didn't expect that Cong Buqi would actually die under the sword of the junior. It was a one-on-one fight based entirely on hard power, and they had no words to say about his death.

Cong Buqi's death meant that Yue Buqun's side won the first round. Even if Cheng Buyu defeated Ning Zhongze, it would not change the outcome.

Judging from the aura Yue Buqun had displayed in the main hall before, his strength was extremely terrifying and Feng Buping could not be his opponent.

To be honest, they could already see the result before the game even started.

But if they don't fight like this, they will come with great momentum and go back in disgrace. How will they have the face to live in this world in the future? How will they face the master and others after they die?

Faced with this inevitable losing situation, Feng Buping gritted his teeth, stood up, and pointed his sword at the ground.

"Sword Sect Feng Buping, please teach me."

Yue Buqun nodded slightly, indicating that Feng Buping could take action.

Yue Buqun put his hands behind his back, looking calm and composed.

Seeing him like this, Feng Buping became angry.

"You don't use a sword?"

Yue Buqun chuckled and shook his head: "No need."

The Qi Sect focuses on the cultivation of internal energy. When one reaches a high level, picking flowers and flying leaves can hurt people. There is actually not much difference between using a sword or not.

Feng Buping was furious.

Even though the outcome was already predicted and Feng Buping was ready to die, he could not tolerate Yue Buqun looking down on him.

call out!

Feng Buping thrust his sword forward at such a fast speed that others could only see his shadow.

Among all the people present, he is the strongest except Yue Buqun. Even Ding Mian, Lu Bai and other Thirteen Guardians of Songshan admit that they are inferior to him in internal strength. That is why Ding Mian and others have the confidence to bring Feng Buping and others to Huashan to force Yue Buqun.

Feng Buping was incredibly fast. He swung the long sword continuously, each strike faster than the last. He danced out numerous sword shadows that enveloped Yue Buqun's figure, making it impossible for Yue Buqun to dodge.

The wind was whistling, but there was no wind on Mount Hua at that time. The sound of the wind came from Feng Buping's sword.

This is the Wind Sword Technique he created after fifteen years of research, just for this moment.

When the Sword Qi Contest took place, the Sword Sect was defeated. His fellow disciples became arrogant and most of them committed suicide. Only he, Cheng Buyou and Cong Buqi endured the pain in order to revive the Sword Sect in the future.

He had waited too long for this day, but the blow of reality was too much for him to bear.

He was unwilling to endure it any longer. Even if he died at the hands of Yue Buqun, he would be worthy of his master, uncles, and fellow disciples.

Feng Buping looked fierce and held no mercy in his moves.

Facing this kind of attack, the expression on Yue Buqun's face did not change much. He still had that faint smile on his face, and his body did not even move. However, the attack that was as dense as a rain of swords did not land on him at all.

Feng Buping raised his sword and stabbed at Yue Buqun's left shoulder.

Yue Buqun looked calm. When he was about to stab him, he reached out and grasped the end of the sword, and the sword could not move forward any further.

The sword was sharp, but Yue Buqun's hand was not cut at all. There was a thin layer of internal force covering his hand, protecting his palm.

Feng Buping clenched his teeth and transmitted his inner strength to the sword.

Yue Buqun raised his brows slightly, stretched out his hand and pulled casually, and the internal force that Feng Buping had transmitted to the sword was guided out, shooting to the open space behind Yue Buqun, blasting a big hole.

Seeing this, Feng Buping looked solemn and wanted to continue to transmit his internal force, but Yue Buqun had already let go and gently pushed forward.

Feng Buping suddenly felt a great force coming from the sword, and his body was pushed back four or five steps by this force. In the end, he had to rely on pressing the sword against the ground to stop his body.

Feng Buping breathed slightly and looked solemnly at Yue Buqun opposite him.

Yue Buqun still stood there, motionless.

Feng Buping's expression turned fierce, and he swung his sword continuously, stimulating sword energy that rushed straight towards Yue Buqun.

At the same time, Feng Buping charged forward with his sword, the sword pointed directly at Yue Buqun's face, the speed was incredibly fast.

Facing the dense rain of sword energy, Yue Buqun simply waved his hand lightly, and a light purple internal force burst out from his sleeves, forming a thin barrier in front of him.

The sword rain arrived and struck the barrier densely, and the sound of raindrops falling could be heard.

The sword rain was dense, but it melted away when it hit the barrier. The purple film was also gradually fading. After the sword energy completely disappeared, the purple barrier also completely disappeared.

The moment the sword energy disappeared, Feng Buping's killing move arrived in the blink of an eye.

There was no other movement, Yue Buqun just chuckled, but the moment Feng Buping stabbed over, Yue Buqun stretched out two fingers to clamp the tip of the sword, so that the long sword stopped steadily in front of his eyes, no longer moving forward an inch.

Yue Buqun held the sword with his two fingers, and then lightly flicked the sword with the back of his fingers.

The long sword trembled, Feng Buping's internal energy was disrupted, and his body retreated violently again. This time he couldn't even stop himself.

when!

The shockwaves from the long sword made Feng Buping unable to hold it anymore. It slipped out of his hand and fell to the ground with a clanging sound. It then broke into countless pieces, leaving only a hilt.

Feng Buping stared at the hilt of the sword on the ground in a daze.

"Lost, still lost..."

Feng Buping murmured.

Then, Feng Buping turned to look at Yue Buqun and slowly closed his eyes: "I lose, let's do it."

If you lose the game, you will die. That’s the rule.

Cheng Buyou stood on the sidelines, watching the scene and gritted his teeth, but ultimately said nothing.

"hehe."

Faced with Feng Buping's surrender, Yue Buqun just chuckled and shook his head.

After waiting for a long time without any action, Feng Buping opened his eyes and looked at Yue Buqun: "Why don't you take action?"

Yue Buqun had his hands behind his back, a smile on his face, just like before.

"The outcome has been decided. There is no need to kill you."

Hearing this, Feng Buping's eyes were dazed, and his thoughts seemed to have gone back to decades ago.

That’s what the Qi Zong people told them back then.

The Qi Sect did not kill them all, but only spared their lives if they made them swear never to return to Huashan. However, many disciples of the Sword Sect were too proud to accept this result, let alone leaving Huashan Sect. They would rather die than live in disgrace.

They are members of the Huashan Sect in life, and they will become ghosts of the Huashan Sect after death.

Chapter 113: Wrong, all wrong

Chapter 113: Wrong, all wrong

"Hehe, hehe."

Feng Buping couldn't help but laugh at himself.

He survived back then just to have a chance to revive the Sword Sect. However, now there is no hope for the Sword Sect to be restored, and now the people of the Qi Sect are not even interested in killing him. What's the point of him living?

"Senior brother, senior brother."

Cheng Buyou rushed out of the crowd at this time, and when he saw Feng Buping like this, worry appeared in his eyes.

Feng Buping glanced at Cheng Buyou and shook his head slightly.

"Brother Ding, now that the winner has been decided, do you have anything else to say?"

Ning Zhongze snorted coldly at this time and looked at Ding Mian, Lu Bai and others.

Ever since Jiang Ning and Cong Buqi started fighting, Ding Mian and the others have not spoken until now.