Batulu's face turned a little pale and he murmured: "Maybe we are going to die."
"What?"
"You can't deal with him?"
Tatar's expression suddenly changed. He grabbed Batulu's arm and asked, "Why? Aren't you also a master? Why can't you deal with Zhang Sanfeng?"
"He is already old. He is afraid of young people. He should not have much strength. The decline of blood energy is a natural law and he cannot avoid it."
Batulu shook his head and explained in a very solemn tone: "There are two kinds of people in this world, one is a person with declining blood, and the other is Zhang Sanfeng."
"Zhang Sanfeng is proficient in the way of yin and yang and can reverse the qi of yin and yang. Even if it declines, I am not something I can fight against. Tata'er, run!"
"Run quickly, I'll hold him back. As long as you don't die, we will win this battle."
"Remember, massacre Wudang Mountain to avenge me."
Batulu threw Tata'er away, jumped up, and his whole body was full of energy. The muscles of his arms swelled instantly. The shadow of the dragon elephant appeared behind him, and his momentum instantly increased tenfold, like the overlord of Western Chu.
Walking around the world, exuding endless power.
"Zhang Sanfeng, leader of the Sirius Sect, Batulu, please enlighten me!"
The sound wave was like a tidal wave, starting from Batulu as the center, setting off huge ripples, and shook out violently.
The sound waves swept through the entire Tatar camp.
Countless horses were frightened, soldiers and horses were in panic, and the entire Tatar army was in chaos.
Countless voices intertwined, the sound of yelling, the sound of horse hooves, and the dragging of weapons could be heard all the time.
"what happened?"
"Batulu? Is it Leader Ba? Who is coming?"
"consult?"
"Who is Zhang Sanfeng?"
…
The Tatars were shouting in Tatar language, and their tone sounded a little frightened. Even if they didn't know Zhang Sanfeng, from Batulu's tone and the posture he showed just now, they could know that the person coming was a powerful enemy.
Precisely because they don't know, they are even more fearful and frightened.
The unknown is always the scariest thing.
"boom!"
"boom!"
"boom!"
The sound of stamping on the ground was heard, and huge cracks appeared on the ground visible to the naked eye. Batulu was like a giant humanoid beast, charging towards the tent he had just escaped from in the most arrogant manner.
The air waves rolled and covered the surroundings, like an impacting cannonball, sweeping across everything and being unstoppable.
Not far away, in the open space where the camp disappeared, there was a figure, wearing a Taoist robe, holding a fly whisk in his hand, and carrying a sword on his back. He had a childish face with white hair, a long snow-white beard, and an ethereal aura, as if he was integrated with the heaven and earth.
This person is none other than Zhang Sanfeng, who came as promised.
Facing the monster-like Batulu, Zhang Sanfeng smiled slightly, flicked the dust in his hand, and said with a chuckle: "In the past, Yang Guo, the great eagle hero, defended Xiangyang City against the Dragon Elephant Prajna Technique of King Jinlun. Unexpectedly, times have changed.
, Pindao also has this opportunity."
"Yes, just take your life and be a witness for me to break the void."
After Zhang Sanfeng finished speaking, he flicked the dust in his hand, and an invisible and formless wave slowly shook out. The Tai Chi Yin and Yang Bagua chart emerged behind him, and the ripples he threw out created a wave of extreme strength and extreme yang.
The energy was like the sound of artillery, and it bombed towards Batur.
"Is Tai Chi strong?"
Batulu has been collecting information on the martial arts in the Central Plains, and he naturally knows about Zhang Sanfeng, who has been famous for a long time.
He also has some understanding of the so-called hard and soft strengths of Tai Chi.
When the two jins are combined into one, it is Tai Chi; when they are separated, they are the most powerful and the most feminine.
"Fudo Mingou Seal!"
Batulu's figure paused for a moment, and the whole person came to a standstill. He held a mudra in his hand, and his whole body lit up with golden light like an indestructible body. A shadow of Buddha's light appeared behind him, and the golden light covered his skin, like a substance.
The whole person is like a golden man made of gold.
"boom!"
This energy hit Baturu hard, knocking him several meters away and creating a deep crater.
In just two breaths, Batulu suddenly climbed out of the pit, spread out his hands, and his palms were like knives. The tantric flame knife was instantly displayed. The true energy burned on the palm of the knife, and an astonishing explosion broke out.
power.
"Zhang Sanfeng, try my tantric flame knife!"
With a wave of both hands, the sword erupted with blazing flames, tearing the air, making a roaring sound, and shot towards Zhang Sanfeng's face.
At the same time, the artistic conception of Batulu gradually emerged. The ripples trembled and the surrounding scenery suddenly changed. Bare rocks, a huge waterfall, and a round rocky ground looked like a natural training place.
Zhang Sanfeng flicked the whisk, and the power of Tai Chi's yin and yang twisted the soft whisk at will, easily controlling the flaming sword light and throwing it elsewhere.
"The practice place has turned into an artistic conception. It turns out that you are a martial arts fanatic?"
"Pity."
Zhang Sanfeng sighed softly, and with a flick of the whisk, the surrounding artistic conception was like a broken mirror, falling bit by bit, fragmented, and gradually disappeared into nothingness.
"puff!"
Batulu spat out a mouthful of blood, but a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: "Haha, Master Zhang is worthy of being Master Zhang. You can break my artistic conception with a casual blow?"
"I didn't expect that an old god like you would be involved in national affairs?"
"The Yuan Dynasty was tyrannical and cruel. Why didn't you come out at that time?"
Hearing this, Zhang Sanfeng shook his head and sighed: "When a person reaches his end, even a poor Taoist will find it difficult to reverse the trend. It is difficult to cultivate the Tao, and it is even more difficult to have a correct mind..."
In fact, if Zhu Youji had not appeared this time and promised to protect the Wudang Clan, Zhang Sanfeng would not have dared to openly participate in the national war.
Because of his special status, he has always been aloof from the secular world, not involved in martial arts or court affairs, and maintained an upright demeanor and bearing.
It is precisely because of this that the Wudang Clan is not feared or purged.
This time, the national war was a joint invasion by the four major powers. Whether the Ming Dynasty could withstand it or not was a matter of uncertainty.
As soon as he comes out, it is equivalent to siding with the Ming Dynasty.
If the Ming Dynasty were defeated, it is conceivable that the Wudang Sect would definitely suffer a bloodbath, no doubt.
For the sake of the inheritance of Wudang Sect, Zhang Sanfeng had to compromise.
In fact, Zhang Sanfeng had some mental problems because of what happened back then. After all, he felt sorry for the people of the world by allowing the Yuan Dynasty to be mediocre and indifferent.
It was not until many years of practicing Taoism that he gradually let go and reached the pinnacle of martial arts.
If he didn't have this mental problem, he might have broken into emptiness and left decades earlier.
"But this time, Pindao can let go and do it..."
Zhang Sanfeng slowly put down the fly whisk, and the long sword on his back was unsheathed with a sound, shining with a bright white light, flashing the entire Tatar army.
The sword energy spreads across thirty thousand miles, and the light of one sword chills nineteen continents.