The old monk Puxuan held the iron Zen stick in his hand tightly. Since the last time he was cut off the bamboo stick by Zheng Zhaozong with a blood knife in the pseudo-Swordsman Palace, the old monk learned to be a good person. He no longer held the bamboo stick and walked in the world. The bamboo stick could sweep away the masters who were inferior to him. Even those people's treasure weapons had no way to use the bamboo stick in the hands of the old monk. The old monk showed his master's style. However, once he met a powerful master like Zheng Zhaozong, the bamboo stick would be almost as furnished as tofu, and would be cut off with a casual knife.

Although the iron Zen stick in the old monk's hand was not a treasure weapon at this time, it was better than it was thick enough. There was no way for ordinary weapons to use iron Zen sticks. Especially this time, it was a big adventure. There were many experts in the Pingxi Palace. How could you do it without an iron Zen stick? Weapons are the courage of the knights in the martial arts world. It is absolutely impossible to do without weapons, unless the other party is an extremely powerful master of internal skills or a master who mainly uses fists and feet.

Zhu Tianba was healing his wounds, and Zhu Jiafu was detoxifying. The two of them stood there and no one moved. Old Monk Puxuan looked anxious, but Yin Quan smiled. Yin Quan secretly laughed in his heart that Tang Jiusheng miscalculated. He had an absolute advantage in his territory. He wanted soldiers, generals, and masters. Even if Yang Jingzhong led all the masters of the Dongwei to his Prince Pingxi Palace, he would not be afraid at all. He held the home advantage, and Yin Quan did not have to be afraid of any sect or any powerful in the Da Shang Dynasty.

On Zhu Jiafu's head, strands of black gas were still evaporating. Zhu Tianba suddenly shook his body, and his aura had already repaired most of the injuries in his meridians. Zhu Tianba looked at Zhu Jiafu who was still closing his eyes and forced out poison gas. A ferocious smile appeared on his face. This person was poisoned and would no longer have any combat power in a short period of time. It was a good time to kill him now. Zhu Tianba's eyes were full of excitement and shouted, "Go to die!" The black knife had already burst into the air with a sharp roar.

As long as Zhu Jiafu can be killed today, who cares about what method is used? People in the martial arts world will only know that the northern sword saint Zhu Jiafu died at the hands of Zhu Tianba, one of the four devils. Just like in Huzhou Prefecture last year, people in the world will only tell that Tang Jiusheng, the little boy of the Tang family, defeated Zhu Tianba, one of the four devils. Who cares whether the battle is fair, and even more so whether Tang Jiusheng defeated him with a trick. People will only care that Tang Jiusheng defeated Zhu Tianba, but one of his four devils was so miserable that he became the background board for the bastard to become famous in one battle.

Today he wants to take back everything he lost and let people in the world know that I, Zhu Tianba, are not easy to mess with! The sword is like a thunderbolt, and the sword aura is like a meteor. Zhu Tianba and the black sword aura are integrated, like a rainbow that penetrates the sun, and they are desperate and desperate. Everyone in the five feet around felt the extremely cold murderous intent, the strong murderous intent, and the killing intent that makes people frightened.

Yin Quan, standing on the steps of the Blood Shadow Hall, looked at everything in front of him with a smile. It was so perfect. Even Zhu Jiafu, who broke into the royal palace, could not help but die. Who else would have the courage to break into his Pingxi Prince's Mansion again in the future? Old Monk Puxuan, who held the iron Zen stick, finally moved. He could not watch Zhu Jiafu die in front of him. When he came, King Wei sincerely told him that he could lose this battle, but he must ensure everyone's safety.

The old monk Puxuan, wearing a gray monk robe, tapped his double-click on the ground and had already risen up, like a gray lightning coming from the sky. The backfire first came to Zhu Jiafu and faced Zhu Tianba. The old monk's robe sleeves were bulging, like a big gray crane, with a light and elegant figure, and the iron Zen stick in his hand poked at Zhu Tianba. Yin Quan, who was watching, suddenly changed color. The old monk actually intervened during the competition despite the rules of the world!

The next moment, Yin Quan's face changed into a warm smile, because a middle-aged man in black clothes carrying a red sword fell from the sky, and a shoulder hit him hard and hit the old monk Puxuan hard. The old monk's body rolled in the air for several consecutive times before he could barely land smoothly. The man was already by the wall of the side hall, so where could he have time to save Zhu Jiafu, who was already in danger? The old monk sighed, and slapped the iron Zen stick in his right hand, stood in front of his chest with a single palm, chanting the Buddha's name, and then asked: "Donor Zheng, enemies should be resolved rather than formed, why are you doing this?"

Zheng Zhaozong, who fell from the sky, hit the old monk with a blow, twisted his neck, and moved his muscles and bones. He smiled and said, "Old bald donkey, what nonsense are you talking about? Two people compete in martial arts, and they are conceited by life and death. What's the matter with you? If you don't take action, I will definitely not take action. If you take action, I will ruin your good things. Are you not convinced? Last time at the Jiannan Prince's Mansion, I asked you to get a barren one. I originally thought that you, a bald man, would be in the wind next time when you see me, Lao Zheng, will be in the wind.

And escape, I didn’t expect that you came from the trap again today!”

Zhu Tianba's black sword aura was only one foot away from Zhu Jiafu. Zhu Jiafu's hair was blown away to both sides by the violent sword aura that hit him. After helping Ouyang Baozheng up, Monk Puji, who had been closing his eyes, suddenly opened his closed eyes, his eyes flashed brightly, and with a loud shout, the person had already rushed towards Zhu Tianba. The onlookers only saw a vermilion afterimage. The next moment, Monk Puji held a purple Buddhist bead in his left hand and gently pinched the tip of Zhu Tianba's knife with two fingers in his right hand, and blocked Zhu Tianba's black sword Wuming indifferently.

The violent black sword energy disappeared in an instant. Zhu Tianba never dreamed that such an ending would be. He was stunned. Yin Quan's aura, who was watching the battle on the steps, blushed, and Cheng Jijia was also shocked. No one expected that Pu Xuan's junior brother Pu Ji had such a clever skill, and everyone's eyes were on Pu Xuan. Who would have thought that his junior brother was so powerful?

Monk Puji twisted the purple Buddhist beads in his left hand, counted the Buddhist beads one by one, and gently pushed his right hand, Zhu Tianba's nameless black knife was pushed aside. Monk Puji said calmly: "Good! God has the virtue of being a virtuous person. Donor Zhu is also a martial arts world. Please show mercy under the sword! If this donor of the rich donor of the Zhu family just now, you would have been injured first!"

Zhu Tianba stayed there, and suddenly he didn't even have the courage to make another move. He finally understood why the old monk Puxuan and this bald donkey named Puji appeared at the same time. Puxuan was only willing to wear a gray monk's robe, while the bald donkey was wearing a vermilion cassock. The bald donkey stood there with a calm face, with a harmless expression on his face, but it was clearly a real person who did not show his appearance.

Zheng Zhaozong, who looked back at this scene, scratched his head and murmured, "His grandma! Wan Deyan, an old man, is a very harmful man. Why didn't he count this bald donkey as well when he was evaluating the top ten masters in the world? He could clearly be in front of Pu Xuan!" Zheng Zhaozong looked back at Pu Xuan, and said with a ugly face: "Old bald donkey, your junior brother is much more powerful than you! You are the seventh in the world, so water is too great!"

Mr. Puxuan didn't care about Zheng Zhaozong's ridicule, and smiled and said, "I have been walking in the world for many years. I have long said in public that my martial arts are the worst among our fellow disciples, but others think I am humble, so what can I do? Can I say that my brothers and sisters are all in the top ten in the world's hero list? There are so many masters in this world who refuse to show up. How much can Wan Deyan know? So the hero list he ranks can only be used as a reference!"

Zheng Zhaozong frowned, sighed involuntarily, and suddenly asked again: "Old bald donkey, I think you think of my martial arts in your words and words. Zheng is very strange. Your bald donkey junior brother is obviously only at the realm of Wuxuan. Why does it look more fierce than your Wuxuan peak? But the difference between these two realms is the same distance as the gap!"

Pu Xuan laughed calmly and said slowly: "How dare I look down on Master Zheng's martial arts? Master Zheng's martial arts are so powerful that he rarely encounters an opponent in the world. He is so impressed by a blood knife! If the martial arts realm can determine everything, how can Master Zheng explain that His Highness King Wei can defeat many masters? My junior brother Pu Ji is so powerful that I am willing to give up the disadvantage. I believe that I will be unable to defeat this life!" Pu Xuan said and everyone present was shocked.

Puji turned around and smiled slightly and said, "Senior Brother is a good man. He always has a kind heart, is kind to others at all times and everywhere, is kind-hearted, and does not kill easily. He is not as brave and fierce as Puji, so he seems to be just a master of martial arts! I am ashamed, although I have been practicing Buddhism for many years, both martial arts and Buddhism are far inferior to my senior brother! My senior brother is really too humble!"

Zhu Tianba suddenly withdrew the black knife for some reason and said impatiently: "You two bald donkeys are praising each other here, is it stingy? If you really have the ability, pull Xie Wuchen down and be the best in the world! Bald donkey, Zhu originally swears to kill the Zhu family, but you took action and blocked Zhu's sword. Zhu missed the attack and suddenly lost the interest in killing people! Well, let the Zhu family live a few more days today, and I will take the head of his neck another day!"

Puji twisted the Buddhist beads in his hand faster and faster. He smiled and said, "Don't tell lies, don't lie, you are not going to stop, your aura is still rising, but you want to use words to deceive the monk first, and then take action again when the monk is unprepared! Good thing, you, Zhu, have great martial arts skills, why do you use this evil method of poisoning and sneak attack? It seems that Zhu, don't you, can you, be in the world?

Is it true that I have gained fame as these four demons?”

Zhu Tianba laughed loudly, "You bald donkey, have good martial arts skills, and your vision is even better! You look at people quite accurately, and it is much better than your bald donkey brother who pretends to be compassionate! Alas, Zhu hid this little thought, but you bald donkey saw it through at one glance. It's boring, boring! Let's go!" Zhu Tianba said, turned around, his feet were heavy on the ground, and his body was like a dragonfly sifting through the water, and he rushed to the front of the Blood Shadow Hall Hall, looking like he was leaving like this.

Who knew that Monk Puji suddenly lowered his head, stomped his feet hard on the ground, and pressed down a stream of energy that was about to emerge. Then he rushed out and grabbed Zhu Jiafu's right hand, who was using his power to force the poison. The two of them had slipped three feet away in an instant before stopping gently. The ground where Zhu Jiafu was standing just now was cracking more than one foot, and a violent energy shot out. If Puji hadn't pulled Zhu Jiafu away quickly, he would have at least been seriously injured and fell to the ground.

Zhu Tianba, who was rushing toward the main ridge of the hall, turned around quickly in the air, tapped his left foot on the pillar of the Blood Shadow Hall, rushed into the air, and rushed towards Puji. Wuming, the black knife in his hand had turned into thousands of black swords, with the rumbling sound of breaking the wind, like a dragon quarreling in the sea, full of power, covering Puji in the light of the sword. Zhu Tianba roared angrily, "You bald donkey, you ruin your uncle Zhu's good things one after another, go to die!"

Cheng Zifei and Ouyang Baozheng were both stunned. Zhu Tianba was really too sinister, right? He just said that he was leaving, so he turned around and put his feet on the ground. He was going to rush to the hall, but he secretly hid two energy. The wise man came to attack Puji first, and the hidden one went to kill Zhu Jiafu in secret. If they came to deal with this situation, even if they had enough martial arts, they would probably have to do it. At most, they could protect themselves. However, they would never expect that Zhu Tianba would still want to take the opportunity to kill Zhu Jiafu.

Monk Puji, wearing a vermilion cassock, pushed forward with his palms in his chest. A red qi storm about two feet high and more than four feet in diameter suddenly formed, and the speed was astonishingly crashing into Zhu Tianba. The storm of the Qi storm instantly crushed most of the sword shadows transformed from Zhu Tianba's black sword. Its castration continued, and it knocked people in mid-air. Zhu Tianba, who could not dodge, was wrapped in it. Zheng Zhaozong, who was watching, instantly expanded his pupils. He didn't have time to think about it, and he bumped into Zhu Tianba from the center of the Red qi storm.

Cheng Zifei and Ouyang Baozheng burst into laughter in an instant. Zhu Tianba, who was pulled out of the center of the storm by Zheng Zhaozong, had already been smeared and scattered. Zhu Tianba's clothes were not covered, and even the object on his waist appeared. Zhu Tianba shouted, covering his crotch with his left hand, but still refused to abandon the knife with his right hand. He tapped his feet and jumped to the front of the hall. This time he really ran away. Ouyang Baozheng laughed so hard that he leaned forward and backward. Yin Quan and Cheng Jijia looked at each other, unable to laugh or cry.

The red qi storm was getting stronger and stronger, the height continued to grow, and the diameter became thicker. In the end, even the stone slabs on the ground were rolled in. Zheng Zhaozong, who thought the storm would calm down, was really angry, shouted, and he stretched out his hands, pressed the outer edge of the storm, and red light radiated around him, forcibly suppressing the qi storm. The storm began to shrink and smaller. Zheng Zhaozong had a ferocious face, shouted loudly, and lifted the red qi storm away from the ground with both hands, forcibly twisted it from the middle.

The red storm suddenly looked like water without a source, and the smoke disappeared. Dozens of square bricks sucked by the storm were stacked together, neatly piled on the right side of Zheng Zhaozong, nearly two adults tall. This was obviously Zheng Zhaozong showing off his skills. Zheng Zhaozong shouted suddenly, "Bald donkey! You dare to hurt my brother Zhu, how can Zheng tolerate you! Come on, let's talk, how?"

Before Puji could answer, the old monk Puxuan stood up again on his chest and smiled and said, "Donor Zheng, why do you have to do this? We are monks, how can we compete with ordinary people? If you win, you will be disgraceful, and if you lose, you will be disgraceful!" In fact, Puxuan just wanted to delay time.

Zheng Zhaozong was furious and pointed at Pu Xuan and said, "You bald donkey, don't mess around there! Bald donkey, bald donkey, you say all good things, do bad things! What are you brothers and brothers here to do today? Now, when the situation is not good, I come to pretend to be a good person again! Mr. Zheng is in a good mood today, so he just lets you brothers and brothers go together. I want to beat you brothers and brothers!"

After hearing Zheng Zhaozong say that he wants to beat two, Cheng Zifei couldn't help but give out his thumbs up and said to Ouyang Baozheng: "It turns out to be the fifth in the world. This sounds like a domineering! Two brothers who want to defeat the seventh in the world! Hey, it would be great if I can achieve this in the future!"
Chapter completed!