Yue Buqun only tried to attack a few times, but felt something was wrong.

It went so smoothly!

Just like the ambushing Yang Fenglang on Dongji Island, Yang Fenglang was placed in the most normal environmental things and putting Yang Fenglang in.

But Yang Fenglang's performance was not like being ambushed or besieged by three top experts.

No! No! No!

What he said was that he was besieged and looked like he was trying hard to fight to the death.

He stood firmly and had extremely tight defenses, but he kept swimming in a small area, looking for opportunities to break out.

But because he was normal, Yue Buqun felt that there was a very abnormal aura in it.

"Brother Dan!"

Yue Buqun retreated for a hundred miles and sent a message to Zhao Xuandan: "This old bastard is a bit abnormal!"

Zhao Xuandan was looking for a new attack opportunity, and his spiritual sense controlled the entire battlefield. After thinking for a while, he knew what Yue Buqun said and replied: "This old bastard has ambition to live and die. It is fake for him to break through. He is looking for an opportunity to pull us to die with him. Be careful."

Yue Buqun took a breath of air conditioning before remembering that the few people present, Zhao Xuandan, was nearly a hundred years old, Jiang Cheng was over a hundred years old, and the other two were old monsters over two hundred years old.

They have experienced many battles in the sea and have never seen any situation. When they see this posture, they know where the other party’s desire is. They have long been alert. They don’t need him, a young man in his decades, to remind him.

All right!

Yue Buqun did not move forward, more than five hundred miles away from Yang Fenglang, the flying sword emitted a hot light, going in and out, but never entering the other side a hundred miles away.

Jiang Cheng is indeed superb, and he doesn't have to worry about his own defense. The flying knife is getting faster and faster, constantly approaching Yang Fenglang's body, causing Yang Fenglang to increase his spiritual power to face his attack.

Zhao Xuandan is also increasing the output of spiritual power, and the attack power is getting heavier and heavier. Every sword seems to be rushing forward with all its strength. Every sword that Yang Fenglang intercepts must consume a lot of spiritual power.

It took more than half an hour, but it was actually far from reaching the limit of his spiritual power, but it felt a little difficult.

It’s not that he lacks spiritual power, but that he does not have enough mind to control spiritual power. His swordsmanship is no longer flexible enough, and it is difficult to respond agilely, so he can only increase the output of spiritual power.

However, the output of spiritual power requires more mind control, and he cannot draw out more mind. What is reflected in the outside is that his sword technique is becoming more and more dull. Compared with Zhao Xuandan's flying sword, he is not like an opponent of the same level.

Yue Buqun's spiritual sense has been paying attention to Yang Fenglang. Seeing his face calm and his eyes are not fluctuating, his heart is a little cold.

This was the first time he had seen a person facing his own death with such a calm expression.

Yang Fenglang's death is inevitable. In the most common saying, he is watching himself die.

Nostalgia for life and fear of death are human nature.

But he didn't seem to see it.

He was so calm that he didn't look like a person!

Even though Yue Buqun has lived for two lifetimes, he still can't figure it out.

If you practice Taoism like this, it is really meaningless. If you don’t even want anything to live, this path will be absolutely amazing!

Yue Buqun was stunned.

The road is absolutely dead!

Yang Fenglang’s path is absolutely amazing, he knows that his path is absolutely amazing!

Yue Buqun vaguely understood, so Yang Fenglang could face death so calmly and face the siege of three top masters with a normal mind.

Yue Buqun shook his head, he did not agree with this mentality.

There is no way out. As long as there is a breath, you should fight for it, not give up.

Yang Fenglang thought of pulling someone at the bottom, and he died with some value, but in fact he gave up on himself.

Zhao Xuandan's sword and Jiang Cheng's sword slowly strengthened their power, and there was no change in anything else, but Yang Fenglang's eyes were not so peaceful, and a trace of dimness inevitably emerged from the depths of his eyes.

Two masters of equal strength as him, attacking him with all their strength for nearly an hour, is already valuable. There is also a master of the same level next to him, and it will be a long time since he has died.

But until now, Yang Fenglang is still persisting.

Even though his spiritual sense was consumed extremely strongly, he still stabilized his defense line and did not give Zhao Xuandan and Jiang Cheng any advantage.

But his spiritual consciousness was exhausted after all. When he passed a critical point, the flying sword he commanded had completely lost its standard.

The energy was pulled, and Zhao Xuandan's flying sword knocked his flying sword with one sword, flashed with a swish, and pierced into Yang Fenglang's dantian through the five hundred miles of sky, shattering his spiritual resources.

At the same time, Jiang Cheng cut off his flying sword, and his long sword cut through the sky, slashing his heart, cutting his body in half.

Hong Zheng's ring wrapped around Yang Fenglang's turtle shell, lifted it hard, lifted it open, the ring emitted a golden light, rotated and jumped forward rapidly, and in the blink of an eye it cut between Yang Fenglang's eyebrows.

Yang Fenglang, whose dantian was destroyed and his heart was broken, still had no change in his face. He looked at the ring cutting at high speed, suddenly raised his eyes and looked at Hong Zheng.

Hong Zheng was stunned, and his hair stood up all over his body, and the ring was cut off quickly. His spiritual sense swept across the battlefield. The turtle shell that he had lifted was rolling only two hundred miles away from him.

At this moment, when Hong Zheng cut into Yang Fenglang's eyebrows, the turtle shell suddenly swirled and flew out of an unparalleled speed, and it flashed in front of Hong Zheng's eyes.

"It's over!"

Hong Zheng's mind was all used to control the ring at this moment, and he used all his strength to lift the opponent's defense, and used all his strength to control the ring to move forward at a high speed. He could not respond effectively to the high-speed turtle shell that was about to come.

"boom"

Almost at the same time, Hong Zheng heard a loud noise beside him, and countless flying sword fragments burst open, emitting an unparalleled speed, and actually flew in a direction, swarming on the route filled with the turtle shell that was flying at high speed.

Yue Buqun kept thinking that Yang Fenglang wanted to kill someone. After measuring for a long time, he had no choice but to eliminate himself.

In the middle stage of foundation building, in Yang Fenglang's eyes, he was too far from him, so he disdained to take on a junior boy like him.

It's so realistic! Those who are weak can't even rank for the number of people.

According to this reasoning, Zhao Xuandan is also a little worse, not even a hundred years old, and is one generation and a half different from him, and the chance of being pulled out to plaster the coffin board is also relatively small.

Jiang Cheng's strength is enough, and it is not inferior to the other party at all. Even if he is one generation behind, he is still enough to have the identity of the coffin board.

The most suitable one is of course Hong Zheng, but it is difficult to grasp his flaws with Hong Zheng's playing style. It is difficult to pull Hong Zheng into the coffin!

Yue Buqun waited quietly, but found that at a moment, the opponent launched an attack.

When the three of them focused on Yang Fenglang, who was about to die, Yue Buqun was fully concerned about his two flying swords and the tortoise shell.

When there is a trace of abnormality in the rolling trajectory of the turtle shell, Yue Buqun makes a choice.

His flying sword exploded rapidly and stopped Hong Zheng.

"Breaking sword technique!"

Most of the sword-burning technique used this time hit the empty space, and a small part hit the turtle shell flying by at high speed.

The turtle shell running at high speed was hit by such a bit of flying sword fragments, and it inevitably showed a little deviation and cut it along the edge of Hong Zheng's arm.

The one who controls the turtle shell is already Yang Fenglang’s last wisp of spiritual consciousness. Once it is used, it disappears and disappears with the wind.

The roar in the sky disappeared instantly, and everyone quickly gathered together, and the three of them looked at Yue Buqun.

I really didn't expect that it was this kid who took action to prevent everyone from losing money!
Chapter completed!