I have a pact with the saint

Chapter 36

In Fengyang City, Green Bamboo Forest, the battle of top masters has been rare for decades. It is a pity that in the Green Bamboo Forest, only Zhikong and Bei Qianshan are the audience, but it is enough.

When other people came, they just watched the fun, but couldn't see the way out.

The wind is raging, the sword energy is vertical and horizontal, and the sword energy is flying horizontally. The two of them are bound to compete with each other.

"Boom, boom, boom."

A series of bangs continued, and the purple-clothed masked man's ten thousand swords returned to the sect, fierce and arrogant, cutting off the way back, and marching forward without hesitation.

And Tang Hao's soldiers and horses in the world, sweeping the whole situation, in all directions, impeccable, watertight, besieged Wan Jian of the purple-clothed masked man.

This is like playing a game of chess between two people, the white piece is the sword, the black piece is the knife, the white piece is arrogant and despises the world, and the black piece is domineering, looking at the whole situation, when the white piece cuts off the back path and keeps moving forward, the black piece has already besieged the white piece from all directions.

The watertight defense is impeccable for anyone, even if Wan Jian Guizong is extremely fierce, it can't stop the world's soldiers and horses from being overbearing.

But under such circumstances, Bai Zi still made a counterattack.

"Boy, die, obediently let the old man die." The man in the purple mask roared wildly, and a pair of fierce eyes shot Tang Hao directly through the mask.

Tang Hao had a fierce look on his face, and his eyes were emotionless. If his subordinates saw it, they would definitely be terrified. The major general is going to kill all directions. This is the rhythm of entering madness. This time Tang Hao can finally have no scruples. Take a good fight.

"Who dares to fight this general, ha ha ha ha"

Tang Hao didn't respond to the purple-clothed masked man, but said such a long-winded sentence, but this has already horrified the purple-clothed masked man.

"War for war, one man is in charge of the gate, ten thousand men are not open, and one general orders the world's soldiers and horses. Is this... the real battle body?"

The man in the purple mask muttered to himself, seeing Tang Hao's fierce appearance at this time, his counterattack was nothing to Tang Hao.

"boom"

"puff"

Although Tang Hao went mad, it was too late. The counterattack of the purple masked man broke through Tang Hao's attack, and Tang Hao's attacks also attacked the purple masked man from all directions.

It's a pity that Tang Hao's injuries were not completely healed, but this time he was injured again, new and old together, causing Tang Hao to pass out. Although the man in the purple mask was embarrassed at this moment, he still stood up staggeringly.

"Hahaha, kid. You. After all, you are not. Not the old man's opponent. Pfft."

The man in the purple mask was talking, his throat was sweet from time to time, and a big mouthful of blood spurted out, and the blood flowed down from his chin drop by drop through the mask.

"thump."

After the purple-clothed masked man vomited blood, his eyes blurred, his body softened, and he fell backwards.

"Both will suffer, little monk, go and have a look." Bei Qianshan saw that both of them had fallen down in the distance, and even ordered Zhikong to go forward to check, Zhikong didn't get angry and smiled slightly and ran forward.

Tang Hao's injuries are serious, don't think about it in a month, and the other side of the purple-clothed masked man Zhikong also checked, with his hand on his pulse, this inspection made him frown, and looked at him in horror. This purple masked man.

"What's going on? What did you show him? Kill him directly. This old boy is not a good person." Bei Qianshan walked slowly, looked at Zhikong and said angrily.

Bei Qianshan had been hurt by this person before and suffered a lot. He was humiliated by this person at that time, but he couldn't vent his anger. Now that this person fell into his hands, how could he not take revenge.

Zhikong turned his head and looked at Bei Qianshan seriously and said, "Senior Poison King, does a person without a pulse mean that he is dead?"

Bei Qianshan was stunned, and said with a skinny smile, "Nonsense, who can live without a pulse, wait, you mean."

Originally, Bei Qianshan was laughing at Zhikong, but suddenly he saw Zhikong's serious face, which didn't seem like a joke, nor did he seem to be ignorant. He realized that the person Zhikong said had no pulse was probably wearing a mask people.

"Senior Poison King, take a look." Zhikong got up and made way for Bei Qianshan, who also frowned, which reminded him of a bad thing.

"call out"

Just when Bei Qianshan was about to stretch out his hand to check his pulse, there was a sound of piercing through the air, Bei Qianshan narrowly dodged, and looked angrily at the direction of the attack.

"Who is presumptuous?"

"Poison King, long time no see."

Bei Qianshan trembled when he heard the sound, and then saw a figure calmly appearing with a smile on his face. This person was a middle-aged man, but the pressure he brought to Bei Qianshan was extremely huge.

"Dongfang Qianyan? Impossible, you can't be him." Bei Qianshan couldn't believe that the middle-aged man who looked only 50 years old in front of him was the Dongfang Qianyan who fought side by side with them back then. He was too young to count. It seemed that Dongfang Qianyan was two years older than Bei Qianshan, how could she look so young.

Dongfang Qianyan chuckled and said, "I haven't seen you for decades, and I actually forgot my housekeeping skills."

Dongfang Qianyan reminded Bei Qianshan, suddenly Bei Qianshan's eyes lit up and said: "Thousand face art, that's right, your disguise thousand face art is unparalleled in the world."

However, Bei Qianshan suddenly stared at Dongfang Qianyan and said: "No, Dongfang Qianyan never speaks out about his Qianyan technique in front of anyone. This is his usual style. No matter who it is, you are not Dongfang Qianyan. , say, who the hell are you?"

Bei Qianshan is not strong enough now, otherwise he would have taken action to deal with this person. This person dared to pretend to be Dongfang Qianyan's middle-aged appearance. He is not young and has extraordinary knowledge.

"Hahaha, as expected, I still can't hide from Senior Poison King." Dongfang Qianyan said as she removed the makeup on her face and replaced it with a middle-aged man with the appearance of a scholar. black hair.

"Feng Wuyue, it turned out to be you, where is your master? Let him come out, the old man is looking for him to make amends."

Bei Qianshan recognized this person, he is the great apprentice of old man Tianji, but don't look at this person looks younger than before, he is now nearly 60 years old, but he looks more like 30 years old Average, somewhat abnormal.

"Master hasn't been out of the rivers and lakes for many years. On behalf of Master, I came here to solve the matter of Senior Wang, so this junior will take him away." Feng Wuyue pointed at the man in the purple mask with a smile and said, without waiting for Bei Qianshan to speak, she grabbed him The purple masked man.

Bei Qianshan was furious, this kid is really not big or small, just wanted to teach a lesson, but Feng Wuyue smiled and said: "It is a good thing for Senior Poison King to change his past, I will definitely tell Master, I believe Master doesn't mind if you make amends, whoever makes him an old man has a good heart, how can an old friend die if he is in trouble."

"you"

"Oh, there's no need to send it off. This junior knows the way. Goodbye." Feng Wuyue said with a smile, and Bei Qianshan was blown bearded and stared again in anger.

Feng Wuyue just took two steps, but she saw Tang Hao out of the corner of her eye, her face showed surprise, but she recovered in an instant, and no one saw the change in Feng Wuyue's expression.

"This guy is not bad. As a senior, I should do something for him." Feng Wuyue pushed his right hand slightly as he spoke, and used his internal force to spread his internal force to Tang Hao's body quickly.

Zhikong and Bei Qianshan were astonished and unimaginable, they could actually transmit internal energy to heal injuries through the air. Has his martial arts reached this level?
Wujue doesn't have such strength, does he?
No, old man Tianji might have it. This is his apprentice. If the apprentice is like this, how can the master be so bad.

Feng Wuyue smiled slightly, shook her head slightly, and wondered in her heart, when will she reach the level of her master.

Every word can hurt people, every word is martial arts.

(End of this chapter)