Wait a Moment. Wait for What? Where Are My Reinforcements?

Abbess Dingyi realized that these people were not easy to deal with, so she stepped in to help.

Having faced life and death, Tianmen no longer cared about saving face.

"Thank you, junior sister. Tiansong and Tianbai, please stop these three treacherous old thieves. Abbess, please deal with the injured one. I will come to help you after I have dealt with this heretic."

Daoist Master Tianmen looked solemn, Tiansong Tianbai also felt quite uneasy.

Yu Jizi's three senior uncles were indeed no match for Tianmen Tiansong and Tianbai.

But if we remove the Tianmen and let the Tiansong Tianbai deal with the three of them, it will be much more difficult.

The two of them could barely manage one-on-one; the advantage of all three actually rested on Daoist Master Tianmen.

But now, with Daoist Master Tianmen facing off against that heretical sect from who-knows-where, their two-against-three situation is clearly only a struggle to hold on, and they can only hope not to be defeated too quickly.

"Tianmen Brother Tianmen, you can handle your own affairs in the Mount Tai Sect. Leave this villain to me."

Liu Zhengfeng also drew his sword and jumped out.

The long sword was pointed at the undamaged unorthodox sect in front of Daoist Master Tianmen.

"Thank you, junior brother."

At this point Daoist Master Tianmen no longer dared to act arrogantly.

Now it was Yu Jizi and the other two who panicked.

The one with the best kung fu among the five was the injured one.

Now that he is injured, he can't even use half of his strength, and he is already having a hard time dealing with Dingyi.

Without the advantage of numbers, the remaining four people were clearly no match for Tianmen and Liu Zhengfeng in one-on-one combat.

"Alliance Leader Zuo, please help!"

The three shameless old bastards shouted loudly.

Zuo Lengchan and the Thirteen Taibao of Songshan are both hiding in the shadows and have not yet made a move.

Currently, only ordinary disciples of Mount Song and those from unorthodox sects are allowed to engage in combat.

"Mount Tai Disciples, listen to my command! Kill these demonic and wicked people!"

"As you command!"

If the Mount Tai Disciples were to attack the three senior uncles of Tianmen, it would indeed be a difficult situation. Tianmen has sent them to help those martial artists deal with the Songshan Sect and other unorthodox sects, they are naturally very pleased.

The Mount Tai Sect from the Five Great Mountains Sword Sects sent the most people this time.

The total number of people present, including Zuo Lengchan and the peripheral disciples brought by the Demonic Cult, is only a few hundred.

Facing nearly a thousand martial arts practitioners, it was already extremely difficult to surround and kill them all. The situation was only stabilized by the dozen or so unorthodox masters gathered by Zuo Lengchan.

Now, nearly a hundred more Mount Tai Disciples have been added.

The pressure is just too much.

Twenty members of the Mount Heng Sect went to the backyard to work with Ning Zhongze, female disciples of the Mount Hua Sect, and disciples of the Hengshan Sect to protect Liu Zhengfeng's family and prevent them from becoming a weak point.

The remaining people did not dare to make any rash moves, but held their ground and were ready to provide support at any time.

After all, there were still dozens of demonic experts watching from the sidelines, though it was unclear why they hadn't made a move yet.

Although Tong Baixiong was watching the lively battle, he focused more of his attention on Ji Boying.

He was a seasoned veteran, and he knew that this person had recently gained a great reputation. He had just seen him deal with Lu Lianrong, and his kung fu skills were clearly no less than those of his master, Yue Buqun.

He could vaguely sense danger emanating from this man.

Furthermore, seeing that he had just intercepted the Songshan Sect's hidden weapons with several Iron Bodhi Seed, and that a Bone-Penetrating Nails had directly crippled the White Board Fiend.

If such skill were to be mastered, those whose skill is inferior to his would be as easy as mowing grass.

Although they hadn't fought yet, Tong Baixiong knew that of the dozens of experts from the Divine Cult he had brought with him, at least half of them wouldn't be able to withstand more than two moves from this man.

With one move, he forced someone with lower skill into a sorry state; then, with another hidden weapon that had no chance to dodge, he killed that person.

Tong Baixiong frowned and made two hand gestures behind him.

As the sword light of the three Sword Faction gradually stopped and Yue Buqun's figure became clearer, he also became a little anxious.

A leader of Demonic Cult sect set off a purple firework into the sky.

Tong Baixiong was staring at Ji Boying, but wasn't Ji Boying also staring at him?

The only variables at hand, besides Zuo Lengchan and his Thirteen Taibao, are these dozens of Demonic Cult sect experts.

Tianmen and his group were caught in a chaotic battle, while Yue Buqun's forces had already determined who was stronger.

Feng Buping and his men launched a fierce attack for over a hundred moves, but their momentum finally waned.

Because he had been attacking with all his might, he was a little out of breath, breathing heavily, and sweat was beading on his forehead.

Yue Buqun, however, remained calm and composed.

Feng Buping and his companions were not surprised by this.

People from the Qi Faction are often like this. If you can't overpower them at their peak, you can't possibly wear them down through a prolonged battle. People from the Qi Faction naturally have long and abundant Qi.

"Brother Feng, let's rest a bit more before going for another round."

Yue Buqun smiled as he watched the three men, exhausted, halt their attack and draw their swords in defensive stance.

Such a seemingly well-intentioned remark directly Feng Buping's sallow face red with anger.

This is an utter disgrace.

But at this point, nobody cared about saving face anymore.

Holding their breath, they forced some internal energy out of their Dantian and raised it to their chests. Their eyes were bloodshot. They looked at each other and nodded.

They all charged toward Yue Buqun without prior agreement.

His swordplay was swift and ruthless, radiating an astonishing killing intent.

Even some martial arts practitioners and disciples of Mount Song who were fighting around Yue Buqun couldn't help but stop in their tracks, startled by the murderous aura.

They all turned to look at each other without prior arrangement.

Yue Buqun still appeared to be dressed in flowing robes, but he was no longer as defensive as before. Facing the murderous intent that was terrifying, Yue Buqun held his longsword horizontally, his aura directly confronting Yue Buqun's.

A purple aura lingered, and the power was contained within the sword.

Feng Buping swung his sword down, but Yue Buqun countered with a backhand flick.

As the two swords clashed, the pure internal energy contained within the blades suddenly surged forth.

With a clang, Feng Buping's longsword snapped in two.

Cheng Buyou thrust his sword again, this time seemingly five times in a row, his neck veins bulging as he truly exerted all his strength.

His swordsmanship was fast, but Yue Buqun's reaction was even faster.

Without dodging or avoiding, the longsword, imbued with pure internal energy, swept downwards.

A blade swept across Cheng Buyou's sword tip, Cheng Buyou it flying and shortening the sword by three inches.

With force applied by both feet, the body leaps into the air, twisting the waist.

With a right kick, he struck Cong Buqi 'Cong Buqi sword, sending it flying. Then, with a left sweep, he slapped Cong Buqi's face, Cong Buqi to leap into the air and spin three times.

They dared not resist at all, lest their necks be broken by a kick.

The three disciples of the Sword Faction Sect were distraught, while Yue Buqun landed lightly, his long sword pointing diagonally at the ground, still as dashing as ever.

The outcome is decided.

Ji Boying smiled gently at Tong Baixiong.

Yue Buqun, such a master, has already freed his hands. Are you still going to wait any longer?

Tong Baixiong panicked at this point.

Wait a minute! Where are my reinforcements?