Shaolin Bajue

Chapter 1153 Who is afraid of whom?

The pope snorted coldly, how could he give in? Although he had broken five fingers on his left hand, it did not affect his martial arts at all. The staff in his right hand swung and chopped repeatedly, forcing Fang Jianming who was rushing forward to retreat.

"Fang Jianming, do you think the Pope is afraid of you? It's your fate to let you escape in the battle of Cihangxuan. This time, the Pope is desperate not to use the longevity bottle, but also to destroy you." The Pope said , waving the staff, instantly involved Fang Jianming in the shadow of a mountain stick.

After a while, except for the strong wind like waves and the entangled figures, the bodies of the two can no longer be seen clearly.After an incense stick of time, suddenly heard the sound of clothes sleeves, and in the blink of an eye, a figure flew to the outside of the field, hugging his chest with his hands, but it was the man with disheveled hair.

After the three sounds of "Boom, boom, boom", the strong wind swept all over the place, and a dozen big trees around them were all broken, and they fell to the ground with a loud crash. But it seemed to have taken root, standing firmly in place, motionless.

The entangled figures split apart, and each retreated three feet away, with Fang Jianming to the east and the Pope to the west.During the fierce battle, they heard someone approaching. They didn't know if it was an enemy or a friend, so they fought hard three times and separated immediately.

After seeing the person coming, Fang Jianming looked happy and asked, "But Brother Guan?"

The man said with a smile: "Brother Fang, I haven't seen you for a few years, your martial arts are getting better and better." As soon as he finished speaking, his figure suddenly swayed, he rushed out and stopped the Pope fifty feet away.

The two of them made several quick attacks, and suddenly there was a "bang", the man let out a saber aura and landed on the Pope's staff. In the blink of an eye, the man's body trembled three times, and a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, but He didn't care at all, he opened his mouth and smiled, and said: "Your Excellency is good at kung fu, Guan Shanyue has learned."

Although the pope injured Guan Shanyue from the shock, his right arm was numb from the saber energy emitted by Guan Shanyue. If he hadn't relied on the magical power of the staff, the tiger's mouth might burst immediately.

With Guan Shanyue's obstruction, the Pope wanted to escape, but Fang Jianming arrived in an instant, staring at the Pope with a sinking heart.The pope's heart skipped a beat, and with a wave of his staff, he made a strange sound, expelled the feeling of uneasiness in his heart, sneered, and said, "Unexpectedly, you Chinese martial arts would only win with more."

Fang Jianming's face turned cold, but soon, he didn't know what to think of, and said with a faint smile, "Pope of Persia, do you dare to make a bet with Fang?"

The Pope said, "What bet?"

Fang Jianming said: "You and I have a fair fight, whoever escapes halfway, whoever is a bastard."

The Pope sneered and said, "What is a fair contest?"

Fang Jianming said: "I'll give you time, just adjust your breath, if you think it's enough, let's have a real competition. Although Brother Guan is my friend, I promise he won't make a move. If he wants, we can You can also ask him to be a witness."

Guan Shanyue laughed when she heard this, and said, "Miaoji, Miaoji, if you really want to fight, I've decided to be the witness. Hey, if you're afraid, hurry up and leave with your tail between your legs."

The Pope was so angry that he trembled a bit, but he was worthy of being the leader of the sect after all. He calmed down in a blink of an eye, thrust his staff into the snow, reached out and took off the white scarf underneath, revealing a slightly pale face, and said: " This is the case, if the Pope wants to leave, you Fang Jianming will not let it go easily. Since you want to compete with the Pope, well, the Pope will accompany you to the end. Moreover, the Pope thinks that the bet is not exciting enough, why not do this , after we fight, if the Pope loses to you, this life will be yours, and you will be sent by you from now on, if you lose, you will have to obey the Pope's orders, how about it?"

Fang Jianming said: "Even if you don't bring it up, I will. Okay, that's it."

The Pope said: "One more thing, this Pope must ask you to guarantee."

Fang Jianming smiled and said: "Are you afraid that my companion will arrive soon and won't let you go?"

The Pope sneered and said: "The Pope led the crowd to destroy the Cihang Pavilion. Long Biyun already hated the Pope to the bone. The Pope is not afraid of others, but she..."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly heard someone from a distance say: "Don't worry, Long will never settle accounts with you today." Following the words, a group of people jumped towards the field, it was Long Biyun and others.Besides them, the middle-aged man carrying the piano also came, but his complexion was sallow. When he arrived, he coughed violently, and found a place that could shelter from the wind and snow and sat down cross-legged.The rest of the people also found their own places and stayed around.

The Pope looked around and sneered, "What does that mean?"

Zhou Fengdao: "The Pope of Persia, you should feel lucky for this. If it weren't for the bet you made with Big Brother Fang, I would have rushed forward and smashed you to pieces. In order to prevent you from breaking your promise, If we changed our minds midway, we had no choice but to stay around, if you dare to run away, don't blame us for being rude."

The Pope's heart trembled, knowing that although Zhou Feng and the others have only recovered less than [-]% to [-]% of their usual skills, if they are annoyed, they will rush forward. Therefore, he changed his mind and said with a sinister smile: "It seems that the Pope can only leave Mount Emei if he wins against Fang Jianming."

Long Biyun said: "If you win Brother Fang, my Cihangxuan's blood account will be canceled from now on, and I will still obey your orders from the Persian Cult."

The pope let out a strange laugh, and then said: "Do you really think that the pope will lose? Huh, to tell you the truth, the pope will never lose no matter what." After finishing speaking, he closed his eyes and began to practice exercises interest.When the snowflakes were two feet away from him, they were all swept away by an invisible air current, which looked very strange.

Fang Jianming saw that the Pope started to exercise his energy and adjust his breath. In order to maintain his physical strength, he also closed his eyes and exercised his energy to adjust his breath.The people outside the arena didn't make a sound either, some watched with wide eyes, while others secretly exercised their energy and adjusted their breath.

After Fang Jianming adjusted his breath for a while, he suddenly felt that his true energy could not circulate, and he couldn't help being shocked.After trying to move more than a dozen times, there was still no movement, so I couldn't help but opened my eyes, staring at Feixue in a daze.

Seeing him suddenly open his eyes, Wu Qingniu guessed something in his heart, but he didn't dare to speak out, for fear of being spotted by the Pope. For a moment, his heart couldn't help but raised his throat, and cold sweat broke out from his vest.

Fang Jianming just stared at Feixue in a daze, as if he was infatuated, the snowflakes fell on him, and after a while, he could no longer see his body except his face, looking from a distance, he looked like a snowman.

Time passed by little by little, and after an hour, the pope opened his eyes suddenly and said, "Fang Jianming, the pope is already well, how about you?"

(End of this chapter)