In the main hall of the front mountain of Huashan, the masters of several factions present were silent, and everyone's eyes were fixed, the sword finger that caught Cheng Buxian Jianfeng, and the young man in green shirt who stood behind Ling Hu Chong with an indifferent expression!

"You're ......!"

At this moment, Cheng Bu's pupils shrank, his eyes instantly dilated, and he looked at the blade in his hand with a shocked face, but he was caught by the other party's two fingers!

Shocked at the same time, a nameless anger rose in Cheng Buxian's heart, today he was the first person in the Sword Sect to make a move, and before he defeated Yue Buqun, he met a tricky Huashan disciple Ling Hu Chong, he was a dignified generation of grandmasters, but he couldn't fight for a long time, and he had already lost face.

And now there is a strange young man, who actually took his sword with two fingers, which taught him how to swallow this breath!

For a while, Cheng was not worried under the shame, the resentment in his eyes flashed, and he didn't care whether he was representing the Sword Sect, he could only win the opponent with a sword move, and the true qi in his body was directly poured into the long sword, his arm exerted force, and he shouted in his mouth!

"Die ......!"

Cheng Bu thought to himself, the reason why the other party was able to catch his sword was probably an additional master of horizontal training, although he was not a person from the Qi Sect, but with his internal strength of decades of cultivation, it was impossible for a hairy boy with a little bit of strength to resist, and this sword would definitely be able to seal his throat with a sword!

However, the facts gave Cheng Wuwu a big surprise!

He put out his old face, used the internal force of his whole body, and was caught off guard by a life-threatening sword!

It turned out that he didn't move at all, and he was still firmly sandwiched between his fingers by the young man opposite!

"This ...... How is this possible?"

For a while, Cheng Buxian's eyes were round like copper bells, and his mouth was open like a cauldron.

He still didn't believe all this, his true qi poured into the long sword, and he riveted enough strength to stab forward, but even though his old face was red and his beard was upside down, the long sword was still motionless, as if it had been nailed to the void.

At this moment, everyone also saw that something was wrong, and Cheng Bu was worried and had a bad premonition in his heart.

However, before he could withdraw and retreat, Xiang Yun on the opposite side frowned, and the two fingers holding the sword blade trembled slightly!

"Fluffy ......"

Under the horrified gaze of everyone, the high-quality sword in Cheng Buxian's hand actually burst in an instant, exploding into more than ten sections!

And Xiang Yun shook his hand casually, and the broken blade between his fingertips was like a streamer, piercing straight into the center of his eyebrows!

Cheng Buxian was suddenly shocked, but he was also a master who had been famous for many years, and he also showed amazing reflexes at this critical moment, and instantly pulled out a dagger from his waist and blocked it in the air, which was able to block the trajectory of the broken blade and stab.

Just when everyone watching the battle and Cheng Wuwu thought that he had saved a small life, they saw that the silver streamer turned into a broken blade turned into a "bang", which directly penetrated the dagger in Cheng Buwu's hand.

It still pierced into Cheng Buwu's eyebrows, and flew out from the back of his head, nailed to a stone pillar in the main hall!

"Uh......"

Cheng Buxian's original staggered figure suddenly stiffened, his eyes were a little dull and wooden, and his body took two steps back by inertia, and then finally fell to the ground with his head up, and died of exhaustion.

Seeing this scene, Xiang Yun couldn't help but shake his head and sigh, and secretly said in his heart, brother, it's no wonder that you died by yourself, even if I don't kill you, according to the original book, there are six immortals in Peach Valley to kill you, and I have to respect the original plot.

However, Xiang Yun's move made the entire hall silent, and everyone looked at him with a look of shock.

Although this Cheng Bu is not worried, among the older generation of strong people, it belongs to the lowest class, but he can be regarded as a kendo master, and his internal skills are quite profound, and he was killed in one move like this, what kind of strength this young man should die.

For a while, a faint light appeared in the eyes of Junzi Jian Yue Buqun, and he said secretly, this son is strong in martial arts and cannot be easily provoked, but it would be great if he could be an ally!

And the sword sect's Feng Buping never abandoned the two, and he was also shocked when he saw Cheng Buxian being killed, and was about to draw his sword to make a move, but a round-faced and big-bellied Songshan faction master on the side made a look at the two of them, signaling the two not to be impulsive, and he stepped forward and hugged Xiang Yun with his fist!

"One of the thirteen Taibao of the Xiasongshan faction, Tota hand Ding Mian, did not ask for advice, the little brother has a high surname, where did he study?"

"Nameless!"

Xiang Yun coldly spat out two words in his mouth.

Hearing this, Ding Mian and several strong men of the Songshan faction frowned, and they were secretly annoyed in their hearts, saying that this kid is so good that he doesn't give face, and the rules on the rivers and lakes, before negotiations and battles, he has to register himself, and he doesn't understand the rules so much.

However, Xiang Yun's killing of Cheng Buxian just now left too deep an impression on everyone, and they didn't want to clash with Xiang Yun, Ding reluctantly suppressed the anger in his heart and spoke again.

"It's okay if this little brother doesn't want to report his family, but I will serve the left alliance leader of the Wuyue Sword Sect today, help the descendants of the Sword Sect, and take over the Huashan faction again, and I hope that the little brother will not interfere and withdraw from the main hall immediately, the previous matter, we can regard it as a misunderstanding!"

Obviously, the Songshan faction and the people of the Sword Sect have lowered their posture, and they do not intend to pursue the death of Cheng Buxian, and they have also moved out of the name of Zuo Lengchan, it is expected that even if Xiang Yun is arrogant and arrogant, it is impossible not to even give face to the leader of the Wuyue Sword Sect Zuo.

Hearing this, Xiang Yun's attitude really eased.

"Okay, you guys keep fighting, I'm going to go up to Huashan to go around now. ”

"Huh......?"

As soon as Xiang Yun said this, the faces of Ding Mian and the others suddenly became gloomy.

What do you mean? Don't be ashamed to give your face? Everyone said that they had put down their bodies so much, please leave, you still have to go up to Huashan to walk the bend, do you think we are playing at home?

Especially Feng Buping and Cheng Buxian are even more angry in their hearts, the two of them are the descendants of the Huashan Sword Sect, and now they are about to take over the Huashan Sword Sect, so they naturally regard the Huashan Sect as a forbidden body.

And the young man in front of him just killed his junior brother, and now he still has to break into the forbidden land of the Huashan faction, isn't this kicking his nose in the face, and he has to make inches!

"Shaft, you are so arrogant, eat my sword!"

Finally, the body size was not much different from Ding Mian, the fat-headed and big-eared Sword Sect master Feng Buping, with an angry roar, the sword moved with him, turning into a streamer, stabbing directly at Xiang Yun's eyebrows, the speed was completely disproportionate to his fat body shape, and the speed was amazing.

However, in the face of Feng Buping's angry sword, Xiang Yun on the opposite side casually pushed the stupid Linghu Chong next to him a few zhang away, and he was a little under his feet, the whole person was centered on his toes, and his body leaned back, just like a tumbler, circling, and he could avoid the opponent's sword.

However, Feng Buping's swordsmanship was extremely fast, and a sword missed, but the sword blade reversed, shook the hilt, and struck an ingenious "swallow homecoming", and the sword blade stabbed Xiang Yunmianmen!

Xiang Yun directly shook his toes, and the force was on the ground, and the whole person was like a Dapeng spreading his wings, and his body instantly rose into the air.

In the void, Xiang Yun's toes lit on the uneven blade of the sword, as if fluttering and dancing, and after a few steps, all his sword qi and strength were removed, and Xiang Yun was like a feather, floating backwards lightly.

"What a great light skill!"

Yue Buqun and his wife, who saw this scene from a distance, couldn't help but let out an exclamation, such an amazing light skill, there are not many people in the entire rivers and lakes, not to mention, it is unbelievable that it is performed by such a young youth.

And Ling Hu Chong, Yue Lingshan and other Huashan disciples were also shocked when they saw this scene.

At this moment, Xiang Yun had already floated back to the ground, looking at the shocked and uncertain Feng Buping, Xiang Yun's brows furrowed slightly.

Immediately, he looked to the side, looking at Ling Hu Chong who was in a daze.

"Big ...... Belch...... Linghu Shaoxia, borrow your sword and use it!"

"Ah......h

"Senior takes the sword!"

Seeing Ling Hu Chong handing over the sword, Feng Buping's eyes flashed, and with a sword sweep, he was about to knock the sword away, but he never thought that Xiang Yun directly bent his palm in the air, and the sword suddenly deviated from the trajectory and fell into Xiang Yun's hands in an instant!

Holding the sword in his hand, Xiang Yun's temperament suddenly changed, and the whole person seemed to be integrated with the sword blade in his hand!

As soon as the connoisseur made a move, he knew if there was one, and when he saw the momentum around Xiang Yun, Feng Unequal was shocked in his heart, knowing that Xiang Yun must also be a kendo master!

When Feng Buping was in shock, and when he was a little out of order, Xiang Yun Jianfeng on the opposite side pointed directly at Feng Buping.

"Hey, Lao Feng, I heard that you have created a set of famous swordsmanship "Storm Fast Sword" with good power, why don't we compare it?"

"Uh......" Feng Buping was stunned when he heard this, and said in his heart I am very familiar with you, why are you so affectionate.

At that moment, Feng Buping snorted coldly.

"Yellow-haired child, I didn't expect you to have some knowledge, okay, today the old man will let you understand the power of my Sword Sect's supreme sword technique "Wind Fast Sword"!"

When the words fell, I saw Feng Bupingzhou's eyes suddenly become sharp, a little ground under his feet, his body flew forward, and the fat body was as flexible as a cheetah, and his body flew directly sideways.

At the same time, Feng Buping carried the sword with one hand!

But seeing it, a silver light flickered in the main hall, and then a whistling sound appeared out of thin air, and a gust of wind swept towards Xiang Yun!

Feng Buping's whole person is one with the long sword in his hand, and with the momentum of wind and thunder, he has already been killed!

In the face of this sword momentum as fast as strong wind and lightning, Xiang Yun's eyes were bright, and his body was dotted on the ground under his feet, and he retreated extremely quickly.

At the same time, Xiang Yun's upper body, which was shrouded by this sword storm of blades, swayed left and right to dodge, and it seemed that because the speed was too fast, countless afterimages were formed, which dazzled everyone.

The two of them went all the way from the gate of the hall to the stone steps of the main hall, the long sword in Rao is Feng Buping's hand was extremely fast, and the entire hall was full of whistling wind, but the sword blade still did not touch Xiang Yun at all!

Seeing that Xiang Yun had retreated to the edge of the stone steps, he was constantly dodging, and the sword in his hand suddenly lifted, and the hilt of the sword and the uneven blade of the sword just collided together!

I only heard the crisp sound of "ding", but I saw Xiang Yun standing still in place.

On the other side, Feng Buping stumbled, "kicking and kicking" and took a few steps back, but seeing that his face was red at the moment, his forehead was oozing sweat, and he was secretly panting, obviously a little over-lucky.

At this time, Xiang Yun, who was not blushing and out of breath on the other side, still squinted his eyes and said with a puzzled expression.

"Are you done with this...... you?"

"You...... You ......" Feng Buping almost spewed out a mouthful of old blood in anger, feeling that he had been greatly insulted.

"Hehe...... Xiang Yun sneered, but his gaze changed suddenly, and the blade in his hand was slightly raised.

"Now that you're done with the Tempest Sword, let's see how my Tempest Sword goes!"