Shaolin Bajue

Chapter 1208 Battle in the Desert (3)

"How is the Pope of Persia still alive?"

This was a thought that came to everyone's mind after seeing the weird man in a cloak and holding a staff.Isn't the Pope of Persia dead?How could he still appear?If the weirdo on the dunes isn't the Pope, why is he dressed like the Pope?Who is he?If the strange man is the Pope of Persia, who is the man who died on Mount Emei?

This mystery immediately puzzled many people, especially Zhang Daqian.Zhang Daqian always thought that the Pope of Persia was dead, but now it seems that this is not the case, or the truth is beyond his imagination.

Guan Shanyue saw with her own eyes how the Pope of Persia was wounded by Fang Jianming, and was pierced to death by Long Biyun with the Seven Star Longyuan Sword while escaping.He refused to believe that the person on the sand dune was the Pope of Persia, so before Fang Jianming could say anything, he had strode towards the sand dune.His movements seemed to be walking, but his speed was faster than running. In the blink of an eye, he was only a few feet away from the sand dunes.

"Who the hell are you?" Guan Shanyue shouted, exuding a menacing aura.

The Pope of Persia, who didn't know the truth or not, remained silent, his body was hidden in the cloak, and he couldn't see anything except his face. He looked at Guan Shanyue coldly, and hummed slightly.

Two figures jumped down from the sand dune, attacked from left to right, and slapped Guan Shanyue with strong palms.Guan Shanyue spread her arms apart, catching the palms of the two people left and right, and only heard two "bang bang", a hurricane burst out on the field, and sand and dust flew all over the sky.Guan Shanyue's body shook slightly, but the two of them were sent flying out of the air, and when they landed, they looked surprised.

One pointed at Guan Shanyue and said in a weird tone, "Who are you?"

Guan Shanyue was also slightly surprised. He didn't know what the status of these two people were in the Persian religion, but with their skills, they were enough to hold important positions in any sect in the Central Plains.

"A member of the Diancang Sect, whose surname is Guan, and the second master Guan's name is Shanyue."

Guan Shanyue's answer is just like his personality, always with a cool taste.

The two were taken aback for a moment, apparently they had never heard of such a number one person.At this time, Fang Jianming, Wu Qingniu, and Linghu Jiannan had come to Guan Shanyue.

The Pope of Persia, who didn't know the truth or falsehood, glanced at the three of them, with astonishment in his eyes.What surprised him was that apart from Fang Jianming, there was such a master as Wu Qingniu in the Diancang Sect. As for Linghu Jiannan, of course he would not take him seriously.

Fang Jianming took a deep look at this person, his expression changed slightly, and he said, "You are not the Pope of Persia!"

The eyes of the Pope of Persia, who didn't know whether it was true or not, burst into flames, and two streams of cold air shot at Fang Jianming. A strange force emanated from Fang Jianming's body, blocking the cold air outside his feet. After a while, the cold air disappeared.

"Fang Jianming, I'm not the pope, who is the pope?"

"Hmph, other people can't see it, but you can't get enough of my eyes."

After hearing this, Guan Shanyue couldn't help asking in surprise: "Brother Fang, is he really not the Pope of Persia? His appearance is exactly the same as the dead Pope of Persia, and he cannot be distinguished at all."

Wu Qingniu thought so too.Based on their eyesight, they couldn't see any flaws at all. If it wasn't for Fang Jianming's affirmative tone, they would have thought that the Pope of Persia had come back from the dead.

Fang Jianming said: "I am [-]% sure, unless the one who died was not the Pope of Persia. No wonder I said that the Pope of Persia would die so easily. It turns out that one of them is a fake."

The Pope of Persia heard this, a strange smile flashed across his face, and he said: "Fang Jianming, you are wrong, the one who died was the Pope of Persia, and I am standing in front of you now, also the Pope of Persia, because this Pope will never I will die." Lifting the staff in his hand, a mysterious force appeared from his body, and said: "This Pope represents the light, the way of heaven, the God of Light has given me an immortal body, even if I die hundreds or thousands This time, the Pope will be resurrected."

Fang Jianming sneered and said, "Do you think I'll believe your story? If I'm right, the one who died was your twin brother. This kind of trick can only be used to deceive ordinary people, trying to hide it from me. , it’s even worse.”

After hearing this, Guan Shanyue and Wu Qingniu suddenly realized.No wonder the two Persian popes looked so alike that they couldn't tell the difference, they were twins.However, brothers who look so alike, even have almost the same aura, and who have not been distinguished by the two masters, Wu Qingniu and Guan Shanyue, are really rare in the world.

Wu Qingniu smiled "hehe", stroked his palms and said, "Wonderful, wonderful, I didn't expect you Persians to play tricks, it seems that people in the world like this."

The Pope of Persia snorted coldly, did not deny it, but did not admit it, and suddenly waved the staff in his hand, blowing a gust of wind, and said: "Fang Jianming, since you are here, don't even think about leaving the Great Desert." .This pope will give you one last chance, kneel down and surrender.”

Fang Jianming glanced at the people around him, and found that among the six ambassadors of the Persian religion, Shariwal, the second-ranked envoy of Renwei, and Adibe, the sixth-ranked flame envoy, were also among them.However, these two people are no longer a threat to him at this time, especially Adibe, let alone Fang Jianming can deal with it easily, even if it is the current Long Biyun, Zhou Feng, Bai Yiyi, Fengling, no matter what Anyone can completely overcome.

What Fang Jianming was worried about now was the tens of thousands of wild wolves behind the sand dunes and the six curly-haired old Persian men with slightly closed eyes.The six old Persian men wore wide robes with monster patterns embroidered on their chests, and their attitudes seemed somewhat arrogant.The six of them stood together, and no one else dared to get too close, not even Shariwal, who was on the side, dared to show any disrespect.

Fang Jianming saw the extraordinaryness of the six old Persian men, and Guan Shanyue and Wu Qingniu had already seen it too.

Wu Qingniu laughed loudly and said, "You want us to surrender? It's actually very easy, it depends on whether your methods are tough enough. Pope of Persia, who are these six people? Even if everyone is an enemy, you should say it out, let us listen After hearing that it might not be possible, we were scared out of our nerves and dared not become an enemy of your religion."

After hearing this, the Pope of Persia said coldly: "You don't need to know who they are. Now that you have seen how powerful they are, you should think about what to do. If you take a wrong step, this is where you will be buried." place."

Fang Jianming laughed long and loudly, the laughter implied skill, and the sand flew up suddenly, and an unrivaled force surged from him, saying: "Don't think about it, no matter who they are, this battle is settled ,unless……"

The Pope of Persia sneered, "Unless what?"

Fang Jianming said: "Fang also wants to persuade everyone, it's too late to quit the Middle Earth and go back to your Persia. Otherwise, the future of your Persian religion is in jeopardy, fearing that it will be destroyed."

The Pope of Persia raised his eyebrows when he heard this, and said in a cold voice: "You are really stubborn. Since you don't want to live, the Pope will send you on the road." After speaking, he jumped up from the black wolf, holding the staff in his hand. With a wave, he hit Fang Jianming.Not waiting for the wand to strike, Fang Jianming threw his body and retreated more than ten feet. Wu Qingniu, Guan Shanyue and Linghu Jiannan were also retreating with him.

The three of them knew that Linghu Jiannan's martial arts were not as good as theirs, so after retreating tens of feet, they immediately stood in front of Linghu Jiannan so that Linghu Jiannan could join the crowd.

The Pope of Persia missed a hit, and stepped on the sand with his right foot. A strange air flow rushed out from the bottom of his feet and landed on the sand.Seeing this move, Fang Jianming couldn't help but think of the awakening nerves in the heart of his feet, but unfortunately he couldn't feel the awakening nerves in his legs at this time.

"Good come!"

Fang Jianming yelled loudly, straightened his body, and drew a semicircle with his right hand, which looked a bit like Taijiquan. He only heard the sound of "canopy", his palm landed on the staff, and the internal force emanated like a mountain, shocking the Pope of Persia. I had to retreat a few feet out of thin air.

As soon as they fought, both of them were taken aback.

Fang Jianming was surprised that this Persian pope seemed to be stronger than the dead Persian pope, but the Persian pope was surprised that Fang Jianming's martial arts were so advanced that he knocked himself back as soon as he made a move.

"kill!"

The Pope of Persia let out a low growl, waved his staff with his right hand, and emitted a dark force from his left hand, which turned into wisps of black smoke, encircling Fang Jianming in the shadow of the staff and the black smoke in a blink of an eye.In an instant, the two tumbled and rolled several tens of feet.

Just after the Pope of Persia yelled the word kill, the black wolf raised its head and let out a terrifying howl, its long black hair fluttering in the wind, and it looked like a wolf king. Almost at the same time, the six The Persian old man wearing a robe embroidered with monster patterns suddenly disappeared.

Steeply heard two loud bangs of "Boom, Boom", and a huge momentum slapped outwards. Wu Qingniu and Guan Shanyue each touched an old Persian man with their hands, turning into a flash of lightning, and shot out a hundred feet through the air. Outside, a life-and-death contest was launched.

"Everyone be careful!" Zhang Da interfered feeling something and shouted loudly.

"Bang bang bang..."

Eight shocks were heard suddenly, and six disciples of the Diancang School and two disciples of the Kunlun School were shaken and flew into the air suddenly, their meridians were broken, and their five sense organs bled, killing them instantly.It turned out that the other four Persian old men appeared in the crowd, unexpectedly resorted to killing moves.

Long Biyun's face sank, and with a "Zheng", she pulled out the Seven Star Longyuan Sword. The sword light was like lightning, and the sword energy was overwhelming, and stopped an old Persian man.The Persian old man thought that no one was his opponent, so he didn't pay much attention to this sword, his figure flickered, as if avoiding the point of the sword, and then he slapped Linghu Xian who was not far away.

Linghu Xian didn't even see the Persian elders clearly, and suddenly felt a strong wave of air coming, he quickly flipped his palms, launched the Kunlun School's "Hunyuan Gong", and pushed it out with all his strength.

(End of this chapter)