Fu Leg in the distance witnessed this scene with his own eyes.
At this moment, he had no fighting spirit.
The two brothers from the Fu family are strong because they are two people.
One is good at using fists, the other is good at using legs. .
The two of them worked together, even though they were just martial arts idiots, they were still able to kill people in the realm of martial saints.
But now, Fu Quan died in front of him, and Fu Leg's face was ashen at this moment.
The small golden sword had pierced his thigh just now. Now it would be difficult for him to run away immediately.
What's more, Leng Qingqiu and Hao Hao didn't intend to let him go.
When a person has no fighting spirit, no matter what state he is in, it can only be regarded as a joke.
He stood up with his legs to deal with it, but because one leg was damaged, there were many flaws.
Leng Qingqiu and Hao Hao worked together to cut a deep wound on Fu Leg.
Fu's legs went weak and he fell to the ground.
His eyes were full of despair.
This time, Leng Qingqiu held out his sword.
It penetrated Fu Leg's chest.
Fu Zui's face was full of disbelief. He never expected that he and his brother would die in the hands of these three people.
Then he tilted his head and lost his breath completely.
...
On the other side of the battlefield, Song Bufan suppressed Ye Wuhen.
Just as a beam of golden light lit up from the other side, the two of them already knew what was happening in the other place.
Song Bufan smiled and said, "You have trained a good apprentice."
Ye Wuhen also felt somewhat relieved.
Song Bufan stood with his hands behind his back and said calmly: "Why, are you still worried about your apprentice?"
Ye Wuhen snorted coldly as a response.
"Don't worry, the two Fu brothers can't kill him."
Song Bufan had expected this result. If even the two Fu brothers couldn't pass this test, it could only be said that Song Bufan had made a mistake.
Ye Wuhen held the sword in one hand, and his sword intent burst out at this moment.
Song Bufan clicked his tongue twice, "We are all old friends, no longer talking about old times?"
Ye Wuhen snorted coldly: "For someone like you, there is nothing worth talking about."
Song Bufan let out a long sigh and took a slight step forward.
At this moment, the black and white Taoist priest Mo Ying was wearing a black and white Taoist robe that was moving in the wind and making a whirring sound.
Ye Wuhen, who was on the opposite side, raised his sword again. The sword light in the sky broke through the darkness above his head. He gradually poked his head out, and then he shouted loudly and pressed it down heavily.
Song Bufan silently shook his head.
At the same time, he sneered: "Do you really think I'm still the same person I was before?"
Immediately afterwards, a strong wind blew up, and countless leaves fell, hovering in mid-air.
As the sword energy approached, Song Bufan just waved lightly with one hand.
These countless leaves were like sharp swords, facing the sword energy.
Sweat broke out on Ye Wuhen's forehead. At this moment, he had noticed the gap between him and Song Bufan.
That is a threshold that he may not be able to cross even if he is given thirty years.
Ye Wuhen asked in disbelief: "You... want to lose?"
Song Bufan smiled and said, "It's not too late to wake up now. Lao Ye, you are getting old, so I will see you off on this last journey."
At the same time, Mo Ying's swords were unsheathed together.
The two swords, one thick and one thin, hovered in the sky for a while, and then headed towards Ye Wuhen's heart.
The sword energy is majestic and unstoppable!
Ye Wuhen's pupils dilated and he hurriedly retreated. He used all his strength to catch the two swords, but his steps kept retreating.
Suddenly, Ye Wuhen spit out a large mouthful of blood, and finally stuck his sword on the ground before he could stand firm.
Ye Wuhen knew that if there was no result in this matter today, Song Bufan might not let it go.
"If you kill me, can you let Taibai live?"
Song Bufan was startled, obviously he didn't expect
Ye Wuhen would still make such a request at this moment.
Song Bufan sneered: "Old Ye, do you think you are qualified to negotiate terms with me?"
Ye Wuhen coughed twice and covered his heart, "Song Bufan, do you have to kill him so quickly?"
He always believed that Song Bufan still had some conscience.
But the next moment, he saw the scene he least wanted to see in his life.
Song Bufan suddenly covered his face with one hand, and then laughed maniacally.
The laughter lasted for a long time, and Song Bufan slowly let out a breath of turbid air.
"If heaven abandons me, I would rather become a devil!"
crazy!
Song Bufan has gone completely crazy!
Facing the crazy Song Bufan, Ye Wuhen took a deep breath, looked up at the sky, and listened to the screams and fighting sounds coming from other battlefields.
He suddenly fell to his knees, bowed to the sky and said, "All ancestors of Taibai, Ye Wuhen failed to bring Taibai to a higher level, but I swear that I will protect the last foundation of Taibai until my death!"
Song Bufan looked at Ye Wuhen coldly.
Don't bother either.
It's like watching a loser leave his last words.
When Ye Wuhen stood up, he stared at Song Bufan coldly, raised the long sword in his hand and pointed it at him and said, "We should have an understanding."
Song Bufan spread his hands and said with a smile, "I think so too."
In an instant, the two of them burst out with Qi.
The earth shook.
The battle between two today's peerless masters is also a battle of life and death.
People on the other side of the battlefield saw the vision from a distance and were amazed.
Only the elders of Wufeng were a little anxious. They already knew that Ye Wuhen's strength was greatly reduced after his arm was cut off by Liang Yu. Now he was facing Song Bufan. Even though he had many abilities, he was by no means a match for Song Bufan. .
But now they can only look. A group of people in front of them have already blocked the way.
Sword energy spread all over Ye Wuhen's body.
The next second, Ye Wuhen had already handed out a sword with great force.
Song Bufan was not in a hurry, and just chuckled, "Well done!"
Immediately, his Mo Ying swords faced Ye Wuhen.
A huge black curtain opened and instantly enveloped all the sword energy. Ye Wuhen turned his sword head and swept it horizontally, forcibly dividing the black curtain into two halves and passing through it.
Song Bufan stretched out his hand and quickly pulled out a black shadow from the ground, which gradually formed into a human shape. He forcibly swallowed all the sword energy and turned it into nothingness.
At this time, Ye Wuhen has reached the highest peak, both in terms of momentum and murderous intent.
At this moment, he was like a sword fairy descending to earth.
Song Bufan frowned. Even he had never imagined that there would be such a scene. It seemed that Ye Wuhen really loved Taibai deeply enough.
There was just one thing Song Bufan could be sure of.
In this battle, he will only win, not lose.
After all, he is a majestic lion, and Ye Wuhen is just a puppy no matter how he performs.
Facing the murderous intent, Song Bufan chose to retreat. It would definitely be unwise to fight head-on at this time.
When masters compete with each other, the flow of true energy in both bodies is no longer a secret and can be detected by both parties.
At this time, Ye Wuhen was circulating all his true energy throughout his body, with full firepower.
What Song Bufan had to do was wait for Ye Wuhen's energy to be exhausted before making plans.
Things developed just as Song Bufan expected.
Ye Wuhen's subsequent sword moves gradually became weaker, but at this time he still did not give up, gritting his teeth and continuing to use his sword moves.
Song Bufan turned sideways to avoid a sword attack, but was unable to dodge the majestic sword energy. The left sleeve of his Taoist robe was destroyed by the sword energy, revealing his bare arm. He sneered, "How many more sword attacks do you think you can use?"
Ye Wuhen didn't reply.
I can't tolerate half of him at this moment
Distracted.
A green light suddenly flashed in the sky.
Yun Hanxing, who was still fighting with the demon in the distance, suddenly reacted and knew something was wrong. He immediately shouted: "Hurry and support the leader!"
Song Bufan faced this green light with surprise in his eyes.
Then, he said: "After many years, this green light finally appeared again!"
Ye Wuhen gave a dull drink. The long sword in his hand was already illuminated by the green light shining directly from the sky. At this moment, the sky was full of sand and gravel, whistling and lingering around him.
The next moment, countless sand and stones turned into flying swords and rushed towards Song Bufan.
Song Bufan waved his sleeves to stop the sand and gravel that looked like flying swords, but the sword that followed was unavoidable.
The dark curtain opened again, but this time it was different.
The black screen was eroded little by little by the green light until it was completely filled with green light.
Song Bufan took the sword forcefully and flew backwards like a kite with its string cut off.
Ye Wuhen finally stopped holding the sword in his hand, and his face was completely pale at this moment.
The sword strike just now had used up all the energy in his body.
Song Bufan, who fell far away, could not stand up for a long time.
Ye Wuhen was unable to look, so his sword was inserted into the soil, and he stood up, quietly looking at Song Bufan who fell in the distance.
Could it be that he succeeded?
But soon, Ye Wuhen suddenly looked shocked.
Song Bufan stood up slowly. Although the sword had completely torn his Taoist robes, his expression remained unchanged, his steps were steady, and he was walking towards Ye Wuhen step by step.
Song Bufan laughed as he walked, "This sword is really difficult to deal with, but I still took it. It's my turn this time."
"I have to admit, if you hadn't broken your arm, it's hard to say who would win in this battle. I guess I got an advantage."
"Ye Wuhen, you have worked hard, you should die without regrets, right?"
Facing Song Bufan's provocation, Ye Wuhen couldn't even say a word at this time.
He knew that no matter what, he would definitely die in this battle.
Once friends, now enemies.
Ye Wuhen's mood was extremely complicated.
Song Bufan silently took out Mo Ying's swords, touched the blades, and murmured: "You are qualified to die under Mo Ying's swords."
Ye Wuhen did not look at Song Bufan, but looked up at the sky.
Song Bufan also followed Ye Wuhen's eyes and looked at the sky, smiling: "Ancestor Taibai won't blame you, you worked hard."
Ye Wuhen suddenly laughed.
Song Bufan was confused, but didn't ask why.
Quan Dang was Ye Wuhen's last struggle.
Ye Wuhen closed his eyes and murmured to himself: "Apprentice, the master can't see how far you can grow, but don't blame the master."
Glancing at the long sword that was still stuck in the soil, Ye Wuhen's eyes turned cold. He instantly pulled out the long sword and cut a moderately bloody gash on his forehead.
Song Bufan's expression changed.
After cultivating to their level, they are actually infinitely close to the gate of heaven.
But it is not easy to see Tianmen, it requires opportunity.
But there is another way.
Sacrifice blood to heaven!
Ask Tianmen to respond!
