Begin as a centenarian Zhang Sanfeng

Chapter 39 Killing Basiba No.1 in the World

This terrifying mental shock has reached an unprecedented level. Even if a hundred people gather together, under this shock, they will completely collapse!

In the pitch-black space, Zhang Sanfeng suddenly opened his eyes. In his eyes, there appeared a boundless Taiji diagram of Hunyuan. The Taiji diagram slowly rotated, with an invincible momentum to resist everything.

Under the washing of this momentum, the speed of that mental shock slowed down.

Finally, when he was in front of Zhang Sanfeng, the force of the impact completely dissipated.

At the same time, Ba Siba's expression changed, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. Immediately, the scene changed, and he returned to the top of Kunlun Mountain. Ba Siba stepped back a few steps, and blood flowed from the corner of his mouth!

"you win!"

Ba Siba let out a long breath, and there was an infinite nostalgia for this world in his eyes. He lost, and he will die soon!
Zhang Sanfeng got up, looked at Ba Siba indifferently, "As a great master, you deserved to die. After you die, I will bury you properly!"

As a master of a generation, Basiba deserves his respect even if he is the national teacher of Mongolia. Martial arts have no distinction between national boundaries.

"Mongols are cruel and ruthless. If you kill my disciples from the Central Plains, you will be expelled from the Central Plains sooner or later. You, Ba Siba, can't stop the general trend of the world!"

Zhang Sanfeng looked at the badly injured Basiba, and the aura on his body became more intense. The Pure Yang Wuji Kungfu was running crazily at this moment, and an invincible will rose from Zhang Sanfeng's body, which was extremely terrifying!
"Zhang Sanfeng, the road to martial arts, you have come to the end, soon, you will follow me!"

Ba Siba struggled to finish the last sentence, and finally his head suddenly sank, and he passed away forever!There was no more breath.

At the moment of Basiba's death, there seemed to be lightning and thunder in the nine heavens, as if commemorating the departure of this great Mongolian master.

Looking at the dead Basiba, Zhang Sanfeng finally backed up a few steps, and let out a muffled grunt, with a few strands of blood dripping from the corner of his mouth.

In that battle just now, although he was victorious, he also suffered serious injuries. However, between the two, he was the superior in the end. Even the mental attack of Basiba was under the invincible defense of his Tai Chi. , also to no avail!
After burying Basiba on the spot, Zhang Sanfeng let out a deep breath, and then looked at Kunlun Mountain.

This Kunlun Mountain is the holy land of fairy mountains, and he felt that he did not humiliate Basiba, a great Mongolian master, if he was buried here.

After burying Ba Siba, Zhang Sanfeng did not go down the mountain immediately, but began to breathe.

In the battle with Ba Siba, although he was not seriously injured, he was also slightly injured. Although he relied on his century-old strength to resist Ba Siba's Dragon Elephant Prajna Kungfu, he himself was also injured.

At this time, at the foot of Kunlun Mountain, various sects had already gathered, and among them, there were even some experts from Mongolia, and Nasanger was among them.

Although he had lost an arm, his expression was still majestic, and his eyes swept across, making people fearful. Only when he looked at the Kunlun Mountain, did he flash a few traces of worry.

Next to Sanger is Wudang Mountain, and all the Wudang Seven Heroes have come.

Wu Feng, Zhang Wuji, and Song Qingshu were also impressively present. Looking at these martial arts masters around them, the three of them were shocked.

Especially Wu Feng, the pursuit of the way of martial arts in his heart is even more serious. One day, he will surpass these people and reach the realm of the master, no, he will carry on the past and forge ahead like the master!
"Half a day has passed, the outcome should be decided!"

Someone in the martial arts world looked up at the endless Kunlun Mountain peak and couldn't help saying.

"That's right, half a day has passed, and the winner will always be decided. Both Daoist Zhang and the Mongolian national teacher are top-notch people in the world. Even so, half a day is enough to decide the winner!"

A trace of worry flashed across Song Yuanqiao's face. Although his master was unfathomable, Ba Siba was definitely not weak.

Being able to serve as a national teacher for more than [-] years in a country is unshakable. This strength can be seen!

"Don't worry, senior brother. Master has never met an opponent from then to now. This time, it will definitely be the same as before!"

Zhang Cuishan had unquestionable self-confidence towards Zhang Sanfeng, his master was always the most powerful, and then looked warily at Sanger beside him, is this person the big disciple of Basiba?
Both Zhang Wuji and Song Yuanqiao looked at Zhang Sanfeng worriedly, the anxious expression on their faces could not be restrained, only Wu Feng did not speak.

His heart was as heavy as everyone else's, but he didn't show it. The requirements for himself in his heart became more and stricter.

Right now, he doesn't have the ability to help his master. In the future, he will block anyone in front of his master.

Wu Feng clenched his palm tightly, and there was even traces of blood dripping from the palm!
This side of Wudang Mountain is full of heavy, Sanger's place is not easy, Sanger is very clear about his master, his master, and the opponents he has encountered in the past few decades, no time has been more than an hour, an hour , my master will definitely decide the winner!

Thinking of his master's method, a trace of fear flashed across Sanger's face. That time, he had cultivated to the tenth level of Dragon Elephant Prajna Kungfu, and he was full of vigor, but under the master's move, he couldn't hold back for a moment. bell!

Time passed, and in the blink of an eye, the scorching sun at noon turned to the red sun in the evening!
And Zhang Sanfeng finally came down from Kunlun Mountain, his expression was calm, although there were traces of blood on the Tai Chi robe, it did not affect his immortal demeanor at all.

"Master is down!"

Wu Feng, who had been staring at the mountain road of Kunlun Mountain, shouted loudly the moment he saw Zhang Sanfeng, and everyone turned their eyes to him in shock!

Sure enough, under the watchful eyes of everyone, Zhang Sanfeng walked down the Kunlun Mountain path step by step, and soon came to everyone's side.

He nodded slightly to Song Yuanqiao first, then turned to look at Sanger, the smile on his face faded away and turned into a look of loneliness, "The national teacher Basiba has been buried on Kunlun Mountain. My Central Plains is a famous mountain and great river, the ancestor of all veins, and the top of the mountain is a good place to go, buried on the top of Kunlun Mountain, Ba Siba is extremely satisfied!"

Before Zhang Sanfeng finished speaking, there was an uproar around him.

The martial arts in the Central Plains and the sects of Mongolia all looked at Zhang Sanfeng in disbelief, especially those sects of Mongolia looked at Zhang Sanfeng with a terrified light in their eyes!

Ba Siba is so strong that he sat firmly on the throne of Mongolia's first imperial imperial teacher, and it lasted for 50 years.

In the past 50 years, it is not that no one has come to challenge them, but these people have only one end, that is, death, and they all died in the hands of the Great Master Ba Siba!

Everyone thought of this, and looked at Zhang Sanfeng even more terrified. Their invincible great master died so easily in the hands of this man. In the future, how will their Mongolian forces fight against the Central Plains martial arts.

It seems that from now on, No.1 in the world will come out.

　After beheading Basiba, Zhang Sanfeng has really stood at the peak of Yitian, and there are about two or three days before writing to the next world.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)