Shaolin Bajue

Chapter 1220 Fighting the Pope

Wu Qingniu and Dugu Jiutian fought more and more frightened.The former used up a lot of stamina, but now meeting such a super master, and because the power of the Dragon Staff is too powerful, he has gradually felt powerless.As for the latter, although he still maintains eighty-nine points of physical strength, but because he is inconvenient to use other martial arts, he only relies on the twelfth-fold Xiaotianluo magic skill to compete with the enemy, so he can't hold back the strange power of the Shenlong staff.

After a while, the two were forced to retreat by the Pope of Persia. Wu Qingniu could only parry and had no power to fight back. Although Dugu Jiutian had meritorious deeds and defenses, but after a long time, he might only follow in Wu Qingniu's footsteps.

Suddenly, a cold snort and a long howl were heard, and suddenly, two figures jumped to join the battle group like lightning, but it was Liu Sheng Wujian and Guan Shanyue, although both of them had only half of their skills left, But the attack was fast and heavy, and immediately suppressed the Pope's offensive, forcing the Pope to counterattack and defend.

After dozens of moves, the Pope of Persia danced the Dragon Staff so that the wind and rain could not see through, and spun around ten times in the air, a terrifying force came out, and the four of them were almost injured by this move, before the four of them could make a move , the Pope of Persia once again showed his supernatural power, turning from defense to offense, and the dragon staff inspired strange power, covering the four of them in a blink of an eye, gaining the upper hand.

While fighting fiercely with the four of them, the Pope of Persia laughed at the martial arts masters in Middle Earth as mediocrity.The two white-bearded old men from Zhengtian Sect were furious when they heard this, and they jumped in to join. Their weapons were considered treasures, but after encountering the Shenlong Staff, no matter how powerful they were, they couldn't exert their power.

A white-bearded old man's crouching wand was accidentally hit by the dragon stick. The white-bearded old man grunted, obviously suffering from internal injuries. Looking at the crouching wand again, a crack appeared.However, this old man is very strong, endured the internal injury, and still didn't back down, and danced the wand of the crouching wand until the wind was violent, with great strength. In view of the lessons learned, he tried his best not to let the wand of crouching and the dragon stick collide. Look for the Pope of Persia's gap to attack.If the Pope of Persia's opponent was only him, after a dozen or so moves, he would be able to hit the magic wand with the dragon stick, but the Pope of Persia's current opponents were six masters, so he couldn't concentrate on dealing with him. Hit the wand.

After fighting fiercely for more than half an hour, the Pope of Persia did not lose the wind in the slightest, but instead caused the six people to suffer a lot.In desperation, people from the Diancang Sect and Zhengtian Sect also joined in, and more than a dozen people fought against the Pope of Persia.The Pope of Persia was resolute and unafraid, he let out bursts of wild laughter, relying on the divine power of the dragon staff and the secret Persian skills he had cultivated himself, he fought against the crowd and the mountains trembled.

Although sometimes the Pope of Persia got a slap or a sword, but because the golden armor he wore was also a treasure, as strong as a fish-gut sword, it could only leave a shallow mark on it. If you want to stab him, unless you start from the eyes, how can the Pope of Persia let others attack his weakness, he would rather sell the flaws in other places, and protect the upper and lower parts of the eyes.

Suddenly there was a scream of "ah", a master of Zhengtian sect was hit by the dragon stick, his meridians all over his body were cut off, and he flew out, another corpse was added on the field.

Dugu Jiutian was furious, and said in a deep voice: "Pope of Persia, do you dare to find a place to fight with the lord for [-] rounds?"

The Pope of Persia would not be fooled, he laughed and said, "How dare you utter wild words when you are about to die?" As soon as the words fell, he killed another Zhengtian sect master under the dragon staff.

Dugu Jiu let out a loud roar, with two fingers in the middle of the food and a parallel stroke, when he jumped up, he swiped across the sky suddenly, a strange force burst out, as fast as lightning, and with a "boom", Persia was blown away. The pope took three steps back in shock.

Liu Shengwujian jumped up behind the Pope of Persia and struck down with his palm, a death sword energy shot out from his palm, and landed on the golden helmet of the Pope of Persia, making him dizzy for a while.

Everyone saw that it was cheap, and they attacked his eyes one after another. The Pope of Persia waved the dragon staff to protect his eyes tightly.In an instant, he was in a completely passive situation, except for being beaten, he had no power to fight back.

The Envoy of Light, the Envoy of Darkness, the Envoy of Darkness, and Bachman, worried about the Pope's safety, jumped out and joined the battle group, giving the Pope of Persia a chance to breathe.

The Pope of Persia settled down, murderous aura filled his body, and said angrily: "Kill!" No one can stop the dragon stick, whoever falls on it will be killed immediately, even if it is the wind of the stick, if it hits the person a little, no matter how high your martial arts are, You also have to be motivated.

At this time, people from both sides fought together again, which was much more tragic than the previous Persian Pope who fought alone with dozens of people.

Dai Hongbao, Zhang Daqian, Li Fangwu, and Meng Sansi were supposed to protect Fang Jianming. When they fought together, the first person the Pope of Persia wanted to kill was Fang Jianming. Let's talk about my life.

He rushed for a while, cut a bloody path, came to Dai Hongbao, and swung his staff like thunder.

Dai Hongbao used his ancient martial arts and struck forward with both fists, but after hearing a "boom", he saw Dai Hongbao vomit blood, and his burly body flew out, passing over the top of the mountain in an instant, solidly fell a bit.

The Pope of Persia held up the Dragon Staff and slashed at Fang Jianming's head. Zhang Daqian, Li Fangwu, and Meng Sansi had no time to block it, so they had to exert their strength and exert invisible strength, hoping to block the attack of the Pope of Persia.

The Pope of Persia threw out his stick with all his strength, how could they stop them, the three of them snorted, bleeding from the corners of their mouths, Zhang Daqian stepped back several steps, Li Fangwu and Meng Sansi flew out to the left and right.

However, although they failed to block the attack of the Pope of Persia, they also made the Pope's action slow for a while. Suddenly, Fang Jianming, who was closing his eyes and adjusting the yuan, opened his eyes, stretched out his arms, supported the Dragon Staff, and slowed down. Stand up slowly.

The Pope of Persia stared angrily, and a strange force emanated from the Dragon Staff, causing Fang Jianming to sit back in his rising figure.Suddenly, with the two of them as the center, an invisible circle of light was spinning within two feet, and no one could get close.

Seeing that Fang Jianming's butt was about to sit on the ground, he suddenly heard a strange horse cry.After Fang Jianming heard this, his spirits were greatly lifted. It just so happened that the bird seemed to be rushing desperately at this moment, smashing a big hole in the aperture. , flew far away, and fell down the mountain.

The Pope of Persia was about to swing his stick, when he suddenly saw something rushing towards him from the bottom of the mountain, and then flew over the top of the mountain like a god, but it was a red-headed dragon.Immediately there was a person and a monkey sitting upright, it was Wen Mufeng and the Fire-Eyed Golden Monkey.

(End of this chapter)