Melee

A chilling aura filled the air, with a faint whistling sound of swords.

Each sword strike was faster than the last, and it certainly possessed Mo Da power.

Most of the people present were sword practitioners and experts in swordsmanship, so they could naturally tell that this swordsmanship was extraordinary.

"As expected of a successor of the Sword Faction, your swordsmanship is truly superb!"

Yue Buqun praised him.

But Yue Buqun's praise only earned him a cold snort from Feng Buping.

The fact that he dared to speak while under the influence of his own unique skill made Feng Buping feel somewhat disrespected, and he was naturally quite dissatisfied.

Only those who are in a superior position and have the upper hand can calmly praise their opponents.

This often aligns with the common practice of people speaking without understanding the pain they are experiencing.

Feng Buping then intensified his attack.

The swordsmanship was indeed excellent, and there was indeed some pressure, but that was all.

Even with Cheng Buyou using the exquisite swordsmanship that had been lost in Mount Hua, attacking Yue Buqun with a single sword thrust at four targets, and Cong Buqi providing support from the sidelines.

Yue Buqun remained calm and composed.

Internal energy circulates, and the long sword is wielded with a clear, crisp motion.

He did not pursue an immediate victory, but meticulously executed a set of Nourishing Self Swordplay, guarding his position.

Let these three disciples of the Sword Faction Sect display their superb swordsmanship.

The swords flashed, each strike faster and fiercer than the last, enveloping Yue Buqun in a flurry of light.

The sword light merged into one, almost obscuring Yue Buqun's figure.

Despite the seemingly perilous situation, Yue Buqun stood firm like a rock in the water.

Regardless of the winds from the east, west, south, or north, Yue Buqun used only his Nourishing Self Swordplay to defend the gate, blocking the three men's fierce attacks and leaving them only able to scratch the surface.

If Feng Buping had emerged from seclusion ten years earlier, even without using his Gale Sword Technique, he could have single-handedly put Yue Buqun in a rather embarrassing situation, and the outcome would have been uncertain.

If he had made his move five years ago, the three of them working together might have been able to force Yue Buqun and Ning Zhongze to a draw.

Now Yue Buqun is over fifty years old and is clearly approaching old age.

In their thirties and forties, the Sword Faction Qi Faction's advantages are gradually shifting, and by their fifties, the Qi Faction has already entered its dominant period.

Not to mention that Yue Buqun has now cultivated the Azure Capital Purple Star Divine Skill, which was created by Ji Boying by combining three Mount Hua Inner Skills.

All his pure internal energy was transformed into Purple Mist True Qi, which he could draw upon at will, as easily as using his own arm.

Previously, the combat power that could only be unleashed by actively activating the Purple Mist Divine Skill had now become commonplace.

Yue Buqun reacted faster, had better hearing and eyesight, and was more agile.

Even though Feng Buping 'Gale Fast Sword was fast and ruthless, it could not break through the defensive barrier formed by Yue Buqun's Nourishing Self Swordplay, which was powered by Purple Mist True Qi.

Don't be fooled by his current fierce attacks; once he has used all 108 moves of the Gale Fast Sword from beginning to end, that will be the time when his momentum will wane.

After exchanging forty or fifty moves, he became increasingly anxious.

The golden-brown dough gradually became heavy.

Yue Buqun remained calm and composed as he dealt with the three men's attacks.

No one knows if Yue Buqun is really that relaxed; Yue Buqun rarely shows any signs of being in a sorry state.

Cold sweat was streaming down Cheng Buyou's forehead.

Unlike Feng Buping, who secluded himself to cultivate and create the Gale Fast Sword, he focused solely on mastering the sword techniques of the Mount Hua Sword Faction Sect.

His swordsmanship is powerful yet extremely fast.

It can deliver four thrusts with a single sword, a feint and a counter-attack, making it impossible to defend against, and is extremely skillful.

However, his swordsmanship paled in comparison to Yue Buqun's new internal energy cultivation.

If Yue Buqun had faced Cheng Buyou a year ago, he would have had to seize the opportunity and quickly activate the Purple Mist Divine Skill the instant Cheng Buyou made his move to defend against Cheng Buyou's four thrusts.

Improve your hearing, eyesight, and sword-drawing speed.

They pressed down with a swift Cheng Buyou offensive.

Now, however, his internal energy is entirely composed of Purple Mist True Qi with every casual movement, and his hearing, eyesight, and sword speed have all greatly improved.

It is indeed ingenious that Cheng Buyou saw four thorns at once.

However, Yue Buqun's reaction and speed far surpassed his. No matter how he changed his moves, Yue Buqun could always be one step ahead.

This rendered his swordsmanship skills useless.

As for Cong Buqi, he was just an extra.

The outcome is decided.

Even after sixty moves, the three men's attacks remained fierce, but Ji Boying understood that they had no chance.

"Master's skill far surpasses theirs, why not defeat them?"

Linghu Chong is quite intelligent, and his swordsmanship has been trained by Feng Qingyang. It is also clear that although the three members of the Sword Faction attacked fiercely, they were no match for Yue Buqun.

He couldn't understand why his master was only using the Nourishing Self Swordplay for defense, allowing these three to display their power.

"Hehe, Senior Disciple Brother, Master has his own purpose in doing this."

Of course, Ji Boying couldn't reveal Yue Buqun's plans to the public; it wouldn't sound good if he did.

"Tianmen, do you dare to come out and challenge me?"

It was not Yu Jizi and the other two who spoke.

The two men in black who suddenly appeared were clearly part of Zuo Lengchan's group.

Daoist Master Tianmen has a fiery temper; how could he be afraid of them?

He roared, "You dare to be arrogant in front of me with your unorthodox methods? Prepare to die!"

Daoist Master Tianmen Mount Tai Sect School to envelop the two of them.

But the two men moved erratically, their skills were strange, and after just one exchange, they were no less Daoist Master Tianmen.

Especially since their kung fu was so strange, Daoist Master Tianmen was momentarily unaccustomed to it and quickly fell into a disadvantageous position.

Suddenly, the one with the superior skill moved swiftly and struck the Daoist Master Tianmen's Jade Pillow acupoint with a palm.

"Senior brother is in danger!"

Tiansong and Tianbai were greatly shocked, while Yu Jizi and the other two showed surprise and delight.

Daoist Master Tianmen felt a strong gust of wind coming from behind his head. He wanted to turn around and dodge, but the person in front of him had his long sword wrapped around him and there was no way to avoid it.

"My life is over!"

Daoist Master Tianmen cried out in sorrow.

Call out!

The Bone-Penetrating Nails came quickly and urgently.

The hand struck the back of Daoist Master Tianmen's head directly, creating a bloody hole.

"Ah!"

The man screamed in pain as he grabbed several wrists and leaped through the air several times.

Only when he landed behind his apprentice did he feel somewhat relieved.

He was indeed a seasoned veteran. He first looked at the palm of the hand. Although there was a bloody hole, it hadn't turned black, which put him at ease.

However, the Bone-Penetrating Nails that pierced his palm, the hidden weapon went through and opened a bloody hole, and the finger bones connecting his middle and ring fingers were shattered, clearly leaving him with a disability.

"Damn it, we've suffered a huge loss this time. You three good-for-nothings, aren't you going to do anything about it?!"

Despite being crippled in one hand, this man remained calm, clearly a ruthless and seasoned veteran.

With a shout of his, Yu Jizi and the other two dared not utter a word in response.

"Good nephew, the entire Mount Tai Sect owes you a life."

Tiansong gave a big thumbs up, his heart filled with gratitude for Ji Boying.

The two also drew their swords and stood alongside Daoist Master Tianmen.

"Fellow disciples, I'm here to lend you a hand."