"Scoundrel... scoundrel!" Yue Buqun spat out a mouthful of blood this time. For him, Linghu Chong was too unreasonable. At a time like this, how could he not speak up for his master? "Tian Boguang attacked Pingzhi three to five times, snatching the Evil Sword Spectrum, what does this have to do with justice in the martial world? Have you forgotten how he tried to kill Lin Pingzhi? If it weren't for your junior brother's timely rescue, Lin Pingzhi would be dead by now. Of course... in the end, the two of them still couldn't escape that evil man's poisonous hands. Tian Boguang killed two of my Huashan disciples, such an irreconcilable vendetta, how can you ignore it?

  "Master! Stop distorting the truth!" Linghu Chong spat out blood as he kowtowed, "You've gone too far on your pursuit of power, if you continue like this... you'll lose yourself!"

  "Good-for-nothing! " Yue Buqun's anger surged, and with a wave of his arm, "Yue's teachings were not proper, and this good-for-nothing Linghu Chong has gone astray, joining forces with the dregs of the martial world. In the name of the Huashan School's leader, I hereby expel Linghu Chong from Huashan!"

  Linghu Cong stood there in a daze, still spitting blood: "Master..."?

  Yue Lingxuan trembled with rage, her sword pressed against Linghu Chong: "Just as Father said... you're in cahoots with this lecher... Eldest Brother, I was wrong about you."

  Linghu Chong closed his eyes, feeling that this injustice was something he could never spit out.

  "Haha...... haha......" After a while, Linghu Cong suddenly looked up at the sky and let out a long whistle. "What kind of world is this! Good and evil are upside down! Beauty is ignorant! Lonely... lonely! Ling Shan, come on, cut me down, Linghu Cong has nothing to live for!!

  Yue Lingshan's voice trembled as she raised her sword, and there were also tears in her eyes. The scene of practicing swords with her senior brother in the cave that year was still vivid in her mind. How could such a silly senior brother become what he is now?

  "Ling Shan, stop!!" Ning shouted loudly, rushing forward without regard for anything else, and with one sword, knocked the sword out of his daughter's hand. "With a great enemy before us, how can we afford to kill each other?!"

  Yue Buqun's face tightened again, at this critical moment, his wife was being disobedient, women...

  Linghu Chong was an orphan since childhood, raised by Yue Buqun and Ning Zhongze. Although Yue Buqun didn't treat him like a son, Ning Zhongze truly regarded him as her own child. At this moment, seeing Linghu Chong in despair and attempting to take his own life, how could Ning Zhongze not intervene? A son is still a son no matter how bad he is, and besides, Ning Zhongze had already sensed that something was amiss with this affair. She would let her husband do as he pleased, but she couldn't allow him to kill their son.

  "Chong'er, Ling Shan." Ning held their hands, "For now, let's put aside our anger and focus on defeating the great enemy first, then we can discuss this matter further."

  "Fine... fine... anyway, Lenghu is also a dead man... at least I can help Shifu's wife... oh no, I can help Ningbi as much as I can...". Linghu Chong smiled suddenly, spitting blood while raising his sword to kill the three big beards.

  "Alas..." Fang Xian sighed and shook his head, "This kid still can't come to terms with it."

  Linghu Chong thrust out one sword, with both sentimental and resolute suicidal intent.

  "This is... Chong Ling Jian Fa..." Yue Lingshan covered her mouth, and large tears rolled down.

  How could she not be familiar with this sword technique? In the past, when she and her senior fellow disciple were practicing swords in the cave, they created this set of sword techniques together. The movements were full of tender feelings, and later it was named after their names, symbolizing their childhood sweetheart relationship.

  But at this moment, this swordsmanship is full of despair and desolation, the previously soft and gentle moves have become extremely fierce.

  "Chong er......" Ning Shi wanted to go up and stop him, but it was already too late.

  Cong Buqi let out a light hum and raised his sword to meet the attack.

  Fang Xian knew that it was time for him to make his move. With a burst of energy, he suddenly appeared in front of Linghu Chong and greeted Yun Buqi: "Brother Linghu, the path of life is long and winding, how can one be blinded by a single leaf? The world is vast, and finding someone who understands you is already a great fortune!"

  Linghu Cong let out a sigh: "The world is so vast, yet there's no one who understands me."

  At this moment, however, Wang Yuyan closed her eyes and began a bewildering soft chant.

  "A burst of laughter from the vast ocean... waves surging on both shores..."

  "What! Hatsune Miku's concert live version!"

  Tian Boguang had already engaged in close combat with Cong Buqi.

  "Dragon's Pride!" Cong Buqi came up with a killer move, his great sword descending from the sky and chopping straight down. He never believed that a lecherous villain could be so formidable.

  Only Tian Boguang's face was calm, he just swung his sword lightly and broke this move with a clever and light stroke. The Huashan Swordsmanship had already been explained in the Broken Sword Style.

  He immediately made three swift and fierce slashes, each aimed at a vital spot: "Rise and fall with the waves, only remembering today!"

  Cong Buqi didn't expect his opponent to make a move so quickly, and there was no sign of it beforehand. This big knife chopped wildly, and it wasn't even considered a move.

  In an instant, the blades clashed, and in just one exchange, Cong Buqi's arms were already crippled, with fresh blood gushing out of his neck.

  "What!" Feng Ping's face changed color and he shouted, "Attack together!"

  Feng Wuguang's martial arts skills far surpass those of Cong Buqi, but if he were to engage in a fight with Cong Buqi, it would be impossible for him to emerge victorious within dozens of rounds. Now that he has seen Tian Boguang defeat his junior fellow disciple in just three moves, how could he dare look down on him?

  Feng Bu Ping's swift swordsmanship arrived, he had been immersed in the art of swordplay for decades, and his swift sword was extremely profound. Even if Fang Xian had already grasped the essence of Dugu's Nine Swords, it wasn't something that could be easily dealt with.

  Cheng Bu You then uses his ruthless and oppressive swordsmanship to launch a surprise attack on an unprepared opponent.

  This time Hatsune Miku didn't guide me, I relied solely on my instincts with Ji Gu Jiu Jian; if she had guided me, it wouldn't have worked.

  "The heavens smile...the tides of the world surge...who loses and who wins, heaven knows"

  In the midst of Dugu's Nine Swords Breaking Sword Style, he had already incorporated the Huashan School's swordsmanship and its way of breaking through. When Fang Xian received his attack, there was a sense of foreboding, as if the big knife would unconsciously move to where it should be. Wherever his body revealed an opening, he also knew how Cheng You would attack, and for a time, although no killing moves were made, he stood in an unbeatable position.

  Linghu Cong listened to Wang Yuyan's chanting and watched Tian Boguang smile proudly, with a strange feeling.

  The Ning family's swordsmanship was not weak either. At this moment, looking at Fang Xian's eyes, they were dizzy and confused, yet there was no trace to be found. The seemingly intentional and unintentional swordsmanship also made a sigh of admiration: "Completely without any moves... what kind of state is this?"

  Fang Xian and Feng Cheng's duel became more intense, with moves unfolding continuously. As they gradually became familiar with each other's tactics, Fang Xian's large knife swung faster and faster, starting to gain the upper hand. In actual combat, Dugu Jiu Jian grasped it even quicker.

  Feng Bu was shocked and worried, his own killer moves had been used to the fullest, yet he couldn't even scratch Tian Boguang. On the contrary, this person seemed to be enjoying himself more and more as he fought on.

  He has entered a state of emptiness and clarity, after parrying the chaotic blades, he can already counterattack before the enemy's next move, as long as he is given a moment's leisure, he can casually chop out an extremely exquisite move.

  He was not a mediocre person, although he was busy, he could always avoid the key points, but even so, there were always bloodstains on his body, after dozens of rounds, his clothes were already stained with blood.

  The two of them exchanged a glance, if things went on like this they would definitely lose, they had to use their carefully researched killer move.

  The two no longer worried about internal force depletion, Feng Bu Ping also didn't hold back, the fierce wind and swift sword suddenly accelerated, Cheng Bu You secretly accumulated strength, seizing that one opportunity, pouring all his internal force into a single strike that his opponent couldn't defend against.

  Fang Xian had already entered a state of complete focus, seeing through every move and countermove, seeking only to land a satisfying blow.

  The mountains and rivers laughed, the rain and waves surged, and the mundane affairs of the world were numerous. In the midst of responding to the hustle and bustle, I suddenly felt a powerful internal force surging behind me, which was probably the killing move that had been brewing in my heart. Ironically, the sword sect's killing move turned out to be the ultimate technique of the Qi sect, and similarly, the Qi sect's killing move was also a sinister swordsmanship.

  Fang Xian smiled leisurely, a string of swift moves forcing Feng Bu Ping to retreat. At the same time, he intentionally jumped up and made a move, his figure slowly lingering in mid-air, revealing a long-lasting opening behind him.

  As expected, Cheng Youwu seized the opportunity and shouted: "Yu... Jian... Huan... Ying!"

  Sealing not peaceful and becoming worried at the same time, secretly laughing in his heart, such a big flaw, is determined to dodge this move, internal force so powerful killing move, hit by this one, either dead or disabled.

  Even Yue Buqun, who was standing in the corner, was shocked. He never thought that Cheng Youxu's move would have a higher level of internal energy than his own. If he were in Fang Xian's position, he would probably be dead for sure.

  Wang Yuyan continued humming, completely disregarding the situation on stage.

  The clear wind laughed, and the majestic atmosphere was still left with a lingering sunset. Only to see Fang Xian's figure in the empty space suddenly stiffen, then grasp the big knife with his backhand, and suddenly flip over to meet Cheng You's sword-killing move.

  "Frenzied Wind Slasher Sixth Style - Borrowed Blade Murder!"

  Suddenly, everyone on the scene except Wang Yu Yan was blinded: "What!!"?

  After a fierce battle for a long time, Fang Xian finally used his first move - borrowing a knife to kill someone.

  This is no longer a simple case of killing with a borrowed knife, but rather a combination of the Breaking Air Style and true Borrowed Knife Killing.

  Cheng Bu You's big move had already been unleashed, and it couldn't be taken back. His sword clashed with Tian Bo Guang's large blade, and he felt as if he was being sucked in. After a wave of dizziness washed over him, what appeared before his eyes was Feng Wu Ping.

  This came too suddenly, Feng Ping couldn't dodge anywhere, and through the borrowed knife killing technique of Tai Chi, Cheng You's killing move was actually strengthened a bit.

  Tian Boguang stood with his hands behind his back, watching this final scene.

  Cang Sheng smiled no more, his heroic spirit still lingering. He chuckled to himself, despite being unable to block this move with his sword, Ursa's Phantom Slash.

  A giant sword with a powerful inner force pierced through his chest, and Feng Bu Ping's whole body couldn't stop trembling, only feeling that all the meridians in his body were severed.

  Cheng Youyou trembled with weakness, grasping his long sword, his eyes vacant: "Shi... Shi... Older Brother..."?

  Wang Yu Yan finished singing and softly sighed: "Tian Shu... you no longer need Yu Yan."

  Linghu Cong was immersed in the exquisite swordsmanship and music, lost in thought and unable to extricate himself.

  The eyelids drooped unevenly, the pupils gradually dimmed, and with a slight shake of the head, he fell to one side and died.

  Cheng You slowly drew out his long sword, looking at the corpses of his senior and junior brothers: "It... ends... like this..."?

  He then placed his long sword across his neck and killed himself.

  In an instant, the three great masters of Jianzong lay dead on the ground.

  The entire arena was silent, as Tian Boguang's casual conversation and laughter had already surpassed the understanding of the Huashan people. The Sword Sect had spent millions of days searching for the ultimate sword technique, while the Qi Sect had bitterly cultivated their internal energy for decades, but in this brief exchange, they were reduced to nothing.

  A middle-aged man's voice broke the silence.