After hearing this, the guy in black and masked body was shocked. He quickly raised his head and defended, "Mr. Pu, I did this just to save your life, and to gain your favor..."
"How do you know what I'm thinking? You're talking too much!"
Pu Zhenshan said these words without hesitation, then he tipped his toes and rushed straight towards the man in black.
The shoulders of the man in black trembled, and he instinctively fell down three feet. This guy's karma skills are really good, and his reaction is really not slow. But who is Park Zhenshan? How can he break free? In the blink of an eye, he turned his sleeves and appeared.
A slate-gray short knife with a simple texture, with a faint green light on it. It didn't pay attention to any moves at all. It was raised and slashed towards this guy's forehead.
As he waved his hand, a faint flash of sword light passed by. It didn't look gorgeous, and it didn't have that biting evil spirit wandering around. It looked like an ordinary sword, but it turned into a chasing wind and lightly "pointed" on the man's neck.
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The figure of the man in black quickly flew two feet away, and then landed firmly on the ground. His eyes were still shocked, but there was a long and thin blood mark spreading out of his neck. At first, there was only a little, but
As time went by, the knife mark gradually expanded, and in an instant it spread to the entire neck.
Finally, there was a bang. The head of the man in black popped up and separated from the body, revealing a knife edge as smooth as a mirror. A large amount of blood surged up like a fountain, soaring three meters high. The big head was covered by a column of blood.
It reached the sky, flipped several times in the air, fell heavily, and landed at the feet of the headless corpse, but its expression did not change at all.
I hid behind the big tree and watched dreamily, my eyes widened, and I completely forgot to blink.
How did he do it?
Putting aside the complicated position, this old man is definitely the most powerful cultivator I have ever seen in my life, bar none! This kind of power is not limited to his cultivation, but lies in the avalanche-like momentum that bursts out from his every move, just like a mountain avalanche.
With just one strike, the masked man in black, whose cultivation was so superb that he could compete with two of me, died on the spot without any ability to struggle!
With such brutal killings and cruel methods, how terrifying is this old man?
This scene not only shocked us, but even the demon sect members who gathered behind Pu Zhenshan knelt down one after another, and they all wanted to bury their heads on the ground. Among them, Zhang Lingshi, who had a higher status, even
He was so frightened that his face turned pale, and he said in a trembling voice, "Mr. Pu, please calm down. It's our lack of thinking that has insulted your face. Please, for the sake of all the brothers who fought tooth and nail to capture Qingcheng Mountain Gate, please bypass us."
Pu Zhenshan said expressionlessly, "Girl, please get up and give me the antidote for Qianrisan first."
"Yes!" Zhang Lingzhi stood up tremblingly, like a good cat, reached into his arms, took out a small, exquisite porcelain vase, raised his hands above his head, and slowly handed it to Pu Zhenshan.
The old man grabbed the antidote and threw it to Master Ziyun. The latter reached out to catch it and held the small porcelain bottle tightly in his hand with a surprised look on his face. Pu Zhenshan puffed up his chest and put his hands behind his back and said, "
I have given you the antidote for Qianri Powder, and you can use it now to cure the poison on the Canghai Dog Thief. I will give you some time to wait for him to wake up, and then come and fight me."
Seeing this, I was already covered in sweat. I was shocked by the old man's calmness and confidence, as well as his unparalleled pride.
Master Ziyun got the antidote and immediately winked at the people around him. Several Taoists in green clothes around him immediately went to get the antidote and hurried towards the forest, disappearing into the forest in the blink of an eye.
Master Ziyun, on the other hand, grinned and said, "Pu Zhenshan, you put it lightly. Master Canghai is extremely poisonous. Even if you get the antidote, you will have to rest for several days before you can gradually recover. You can only
Give him half an hour, how can it be enough?"
Pu Zhenshan waved his big hand and sighed sadly, "What you said makes sense. Originally, I should have given him some more time to recover his body before the decisive battle. Unfortunately, I have to wait.
After thirty years, I no longer want to wait any longer. Giving him the antidote and giving him a chance to stand up again is my last act of mercy."
Master Ziyun took a step forward and said, "Humph, what you said is very high-sounding, old man. Unfortunately, I won't let you get what you want today. If you want to challenge Master Canghai, just step over my corpse!"
After finishing speaking, Master Ziyun held the horizontal sword in his hand, his eyes shone brightly, and his momentum greatly increased.
This old man has superb cultivation and can be called the number one master in the entire Qingcheng Taoist sect, except for Canghai Zhenren. At this moment, he also showed his responsibility and courage as a Taoist sect elder and stood in the way of Pu Zhenshan.
In front of him, he shouted angrily,
"Thirty years ago, you entered the mountain gate and threatened to take revenge on Qingcheng Mountain. In the end, you were forced to retreat by my senior brother Ziyang Zhenren, and you disappeared from sight. Now, my senior brother cannot escape from the world, so you led these evildoers to the mountain again. This time
You bully the weak and are afraid of the strong, but you still dare to call yourself a hero, and you are not afraid of the world laughing at you?"
I hid behind a tree and looked confused when I heard this. I hurriedly asked Chen Xuanyi next to me what was going on. Chen Xuanyi turned around and whispered that you don't know something. Laojun Pavilion and this crazy knife
Pu Zhenshan's grudges began thirty years ago. Back then, Pu Zhenshan was just like today. He once led hundreds of followers to the Qingcheng Mountain Gate.
The Qingcheng Taoist Alliance was united. When one side was in trouble, all parties supported it. Seeing that Laojun Pavilion was defeated, the Taiqing Palace at that time led several masters down the mountain to help. One of them, Taoist name Ziyang, was the number one master in Qingcheng Mountain.
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Later, Master Ziyang made a bet with Pu Zhenshan, the mad swordsman. The two sides fought fiercely, and finally defeated him by one and a half moves. Pu Zhenshan forced Pu Zhenshan to swear to the sky that as long as Master Ziyang is still alive, he will
Never step into Qingcheng Mountain Gate again.
I clicked my tongue and asked, "So, isn't this Master Ziyang more powerful than the Crazy Sword? What about others?"
Chen Xuanyi smiled bitterly and said, "After returning from that battle, Master Ziyang also suffered a lot of hidden wounds, and he has never recovered. Just half a year ago, he suffered from an old illness. He had a premonition that his time was running out, so he passed on the position of headmaster of Taiqing Palace.
I gave it to my junior brother Ziyun Zhenren, and I retired to the Baiyun Stream behind Qingcheng Mountain, trying to explore the mystery of life and death. Unfortunately, there has been no news for half a year, and I am afraid it has failed."
I suddenly realized it and nodded and said that's it.
Chen Xuanyi added that since Master Ziyang returned to seclusion, the Demon Sect has begun to make moves and try to provoke war again. In the past six months, there have been constant frictions between the two sides, but generally the overall situation can be maintained calm.
But now, his master is poisoned, and only Master Ziyun is left to take charge of the overall situation of the Tao Alliance. It may be difficult to be good today.
Just as Chen Xuanyi was worriedly explaining to me the past events of the sect, a few more torches suddenly lit up in the depths of the jungle at the back of the mountain.
We stopped talking and looked around, and found the staggering Canghai Zhenren walking slowly from the forest with the support of several Taoist priests in green clothes. Although he had regained consciousness, his feet were floating and he was floating even when he walked.
Do you have any aura of being a top practitioner? (To be continued)