Shaolin Bajue

Chapter 1215
Looking at Fang Jianming who was several feet away, a strange smile flashed across Feng Zun's face.This smile seems to be a kind of relief, but also a kind of loss.

"The three of me lost, and I was convinced. If you wanted to take my life, you just had to put in a little more strength just now, but you didn't do that. Not only is your determination superhuman, but your heart is also kinder than many people." Feng Zun said slowly.

Although Fang Jianming's current cultivation base has improved, the continuous fierce fighting has already consumed a lot of his skills. While exercising his skills and adjusting his strength, he said: "If I try my best to take your life, at that moment, I'm afraid that you will be killed by fire." Zun and Yun Zun will desperately fight with this subordinate, then what's the point of everyone's fighting to the death?"

Feng Zun smiled lightly and said: "No matter what you say, the three of us are still defeated. With a young master like you in the Middle Earth martial arts, it's no wonder that his reputation will spread far and wide. Let's go!" and go.Huo Zun and Yun Zun have always respected him, and when they saw him leave, they naturally followed him.

Seeing that the three of them were about to disappear in the distance, they suddenly heard a voice saying: "Feng Zun, Huo Zun, Yun Zun, the Pope wants you three to come back immediately, and together with the Pope, subdue the Dincang Sect, and you must not violate the order! "The voice was majestic, and it was the Pope of Persia.

The three people have disappeared, but Feng Zun's voice came from several miles away: "Although you are the pope, the three of us are beyond the world and are not under your orders. The high priest once predicted that the three of us will come here The next time you come to the east, you will gain something but you will also lose something. This is true. The three of us finally got relief, which is a kind of relief from the lonely state, and what we lose is the myth of invincibility. Pope, do it yourself."

At this time, a person suddenly appeared in the sky. This person was wearing a cloak, and his figure was fast.

Wu Qingniu and Guan Shanyue arrived in time, stood up and stopped the Pope of Persia ten feet away.The pope splits his palms and attacks the two.Wu Qingniu and Guan Shanyue slapped each other, only to hear a "boom", the sun in the sky must have felt this powerful force, jumped out of the mountain, and the light shone in all directions.

After the three circled three times in mid-air, the cloak on the Pope of Persia suddenly burst, and the strength of his palms doubled, causing Wu Qingniu and Guan Shanyue to fly out immediately.Immediately, the Pope of Persia stepped on the air as if walking on the ground, and instantly came to Fang Jian's bright feet, grabbed it with his right hand, and five black air streams spewed out from his fingertips, like spider webs.

Fang Jianming felt that his skills had recovered, so he reached out and grabbed it, and five white threads spewed out from his palm, intertwined with the black airflow, forming a large black and white mixed sphere in a blink of an eye.

Hearing a "boom", the sphere exploded, Fang Jianming spat out a mouthful of blood with a "wow", and staggered back, while the Pope of Persia groaned, and was so shocked that he flew back.

The Pope of Persia never imagined that Fang Jianming would still have such skill after the battle with the three gods. He was startled and uncertain. His body, which had been shaken back, suddenly sped up and retreated hundreds of feet in an instant, and he was about to disappear into the sky.

Although Fang Jianming suffered internal injuries, relying on a powerful mental force, he suddenly rose up, cut through the sky, looked like a flying dragon, and shouted loudly: "Pontiff of Persia, where can we escape?" and chased after him.In an instant, the two disappeared into the sky one after the other.

The Dark Messenger had already retreated with a group of Persian Cultists. Wu Qingniu and others would not let Fang Jianming go to the Persian Cult General Altar alone, so they rushed to the Persian Cult General Altar. Everyone was ready for a big battle.

Ten miles away is the main altar of the Persian religion. With the physical skills of the Pope of Persia and Fang Jianming, they arrived in no time. The top of the mountain swept up, and Fang Jianming followed closely behind.

With the flick of a finger, the Pope of Persia flew up to the peak like a falcon.I saw that the top of the peak is a large flat land, besides a palace with a peculiar shape, there are two side halls.After reaching the summit, the Pope of Persia did not stop, and with a strange howl, he threw himself into the hall and disappeared.

Fang Jianming climbed to the top of the peak, and when Fang chased three zhang away from the main hall, he was blocked by a strange force. After a short scan, he could already see that this strange palace implied a formation.Just for a moment of hesitation, many people flew out of the side hall, flying across the air, it was a magnificent scene.There was a loud scolding, at least half of the people raised their palms, and in an instant, countless waves of force rushed towards Fang Jianming.

With so many people palming at Fang Jianming at the same time, not to mention the current Fang Jianming, even after Fang Jianming has fully recovered, he would never dare to confront him. A powerful offensive that razed it to the ground.

Before he could stand still, the Dark Righteous Envoy rushed out from the crowd, waved his staff, and swept towards him.This move was made by the right envoy of darkness with all his strength. Although Fang Jianming's martial arts were superior to his, firstly he suffered an internal injury, and secondly his skill was only [-]% of his usual strength. Even though he blocked the staff with Lan Chaoxiao in time, he was also shocked. I have to retreat more than ten feet.As for the Dark Rightist, he turned half a circle involuntarily due to his exquisite moves.

These few strokes were in the blink of an eye.The dark right made Fang Jianming terrified, and he would not let Fang Jianming go. He danced the staff until the wind blew up, giving full play to the strange power on the staff, forcing Fang Jianming to back away. After three moves, the dark left made him come from the mountain , with a wave of the staff, flanking back and forth, and Fang Jianming joined forces with the Dark Right Envoy.Fang Jianming was at a disadvantage with one enemy and two, and was almost hit by the staff several times, which was really extremely thrilling.But he wins because of his powerful aura. Although the Dark Left Envoy and the Dark Right Envoy have gained the upper hand, they are also intimidated by his aura. In a short while, there is no way to knock him down.

At this time, people from the Diancang Sect and the Kunlun Sect had already come down the mountain, fighting with a large number of followers of the Persian Sect.Firstly, the Persian Sect was not prepared for a big battle at all, and secondly, because the people of these two factions were too fierce, and Wu Qingniu and Guan Shanyue, two masters, opened the way in front of them, they immediately killed them with overwhelming momentum. mountainside.

Fortunately, the wise and kind envoy Bachman led a group of dharma kings and dharma protectors to stop the attack of the two factions on the mountainside.Even so, if the two factions were given some more time, they might still attack the mountain.

The sounds of fighting, screams, howls, vibrations, and shocking sword energy spread to the top of the mountain, and everyone on the mountain could feel it strongly.

The Holy Envoy of Light originally wanted to look for a chance to knock Fang Jianming down with one blow, but before he found the chance, the battle at the bottom of the mountain had already made him a little upset, so he shouted angrily, and rushed down the mountain with half of the experts on the top of the mountain.

Suddenly I heard nine strange noises from a distance, and immediately saw nine arrow-like things shoot up into the sky, and after reaching the apex, they exploded suddenly and scattered into nine flower-like things in mid-air.

A voice floated over and said: "Pope of Persia, I, Dugu Nine Heavens, represent the Zhengtian Sect, and I want you to return the things that belong to the Sect!"

Following the words, one person broke through many barriers of the Persian religion, and even the holy envoy of light could not stop him, telling him to go to the top of the mountain and rush towards the main hall.

Three Persian masters jumped forward and issued powerful palms towards him. I saw that this man moved a little bit, flicked his long sleeves, and a strange force was generated, which actually took over the palms of the three and returned them. The three of them were shocked back half a step.

When the Persian masters saw it, they were taken aback. In an instant, seven Persian masters clapped together.The complexion of the visitor changed slightly, he divided his palms, and immediately slapped seven palms, only to hear a "boom", and the top of the mountain shook.

Amidst a howling gust of wind, the person who came back took a few steps with a serious expression on his face, but the seven people groaned and dislocated their arms.

(End of this chapter)