Taiping Inn

Li Xuandu responded with a "good" word.

Zhang Haishi held the bamboo stick in his hand horizontally and said with a smile: "My junior brother said that he doesn't want to hand over the corpse pill. As a senior brother, I naturally have to side with my junior brother. What do you think? Agree or oppose?"

Tang Han sighed lightly, knowing that he was powerless to argue anymore. No matter how unwilling he was, he had to give up.

The old man's face was uncertain. He knew that he was definitely not Zhang Haishi's opponent now, but he was unwilling to retreat like this. Things have come to this point, just like a businessman doing business. Loss is inevitable, but it is not certain how much to lose. If you can get the corpse pill back, you can recover some of your capital. If you can't get the corpse pill back, you will lose all your money.

The old man was hesitating whether to take a risk. After all, this is still the territory of Beimang Mountain and is still within the sphere of influence of Zaoge Sect. Zaoge Sect has not reached the point of exhaustion. If you really want to fight with all your money, it is not impossible.

The key is whether it is worth it?

There is no shortage of adventures in the martial arts world. The key is not the adventure itself, but whether the wealth for which you take the risk is great enough. As long as it is great enough, let alone one life and death, even if it is ninety-nine deaths, there are people willing to try.

The old man hesitated for a long time, and finally did not choose to fight to the death, but he did not intend to retreat. He said: "Zhang Haishi, I lost a bit in the previous fight with you. I am not very satisfied. I want to learn more."

Zhang Haishi nodded, holding the middle part of the bamboo stick with one hand and the upper end of the bamboo stick with the other hand, slowly pulled out the bamboo sword again. The sword body is much thinner than the ordinary long sword, like a piece of bamboo branch. This sword is called "bamboo section".

The next moment, the two rose from the ground and went straight to the sky.

Like the previous fight that stopped at a certain point, this time the thunder was louder and the rain was heavier.

The tall Tibetan old man was wearing mourning clothes that rustled and his eyes were cold. With a wave of his sleeves, black air covered the sky. The sky and the earth were dark, and there were clouds and mists. There were ghosts in the sky, and the wind was howling.

Zhang Haishi had no expression on his face, and he just thrust his sword forward.

The sword was divided into two, and the sword energy was winding. One yin and one yang sword energy surrounded the sword body like a tornado, and then there was scattered sword energy around like ripples. Finally, the "bamboo joint" itself was gone, and only the sword energy was seen winding like two dragons playing with a pearl.

The two sword energies instantly tore through the heavy black fog, and when they were less than three feet in front of the Tibetan old man, they joined together, and the sword energy was majestic and soared into the sky.

Although the Tibetan old man was seriously injured, he was still the fourth person in the world after all. He was so conceited that he didn't dodge or avoid it. He just stretched out a palm and pressed the "head" of the sword energy that looked like a long dragon. In an instant, the cuffs were torn, and the white hair fluttered back randomly, as if he was wrestling with a real dragon.

After the sword energy was exhausted, Zhang Haishi swept his sword across, like holding a pen and splashing ink, and a total of 365 sword energies shot out.

The old man took a deep breath and stood in the air with his hands behind his back, allowing the 360 ​​sword energies to swarm and shoot out layer by layer. It seemed that a vertical lake surface appeared three feet in front of him, rippling countless ripples, and the sword energy all exploded and disappeared.

Zhang Haishi was not in a hurry, he just drew his sword, and another 365 sword energies broke through the lake surface in front of the old man, approaching within half a foot of him, and directly confronted the black fog that emerged from the mourning clothes, making a hissing sound, mixed with the wailing of countless wronged souls, piercing people's eardrums and disturbing people's minds.

After blocking 730 sword energies in succession, the old man Zang looked at Zhang Haishi and said with a gloomy smile: "It is indeed the famous '36 Swords of the Big Dipper'. It is interesting, but the number of evolutions of 365 cycles is already the limit. Now I have blocked them all. If you have any skills, just use them."

Zhang Haishi said leisurely: "The dung beetle is the filthiest, but it turns into a cicada and drinks dew in the autumn wind. Rotten grass has no light, but it turns into a glow and shines in the summer moon. This is the true meaning of my next sword."

The old man Zang said calmly: "No need to pretend to be mysterious, I will take it all."

Zhang Haishi smiled casually and handed over the sword. The next scene was not about how to destroy the city and take down the mountains. It was just a light sword. The old man held the sword and floated with the wind, moving forward and backward, left and right, his figure was erratic, and the sword was scattered and without spirit. It was not like the performance of a great master in the heavenly realm at all.

However, although this sword was messy, it was extremely fast. In the blink of an eye, it had already reached the old man Zang's eyes. When people practice sword, it is like writing. At the beginning, they must pay attention to the word "correct". Every stroke, every stroke, every stroke, must not be sloppy. But Zhang Haishi, one of the few great sword masters, did the opposite. He was like a calligrapher splashing ink to write cursive script. Wherever he was inspired, he would use the sword. There was no fixed sword style. He approached the old man Zang in a messy way.

The old man Zang frowned and slapped out with his palm, sweeping up the howling and screaming of thousands of ghosts, like the underworld, the devil's sound filled the ears and confused people's minds.

But Zhang Haishi was not confused at all. Instead, he avoided the palm in a crooked and seemingly dangerous way. His footsteps were in the air, and after a series of ripples, he pierced the old man Zang's throat with a sword.

The old man Zang was injured but not dead, not even seriously injured. He opened his mouth and spit out a black gas, which turned into a face of an evil ghost as big as a millstone. The evil ghost opened his bloody mouth again and swallowed Zhang Haishi who was nearby.

Zhang Haishi fell back, avoiding the ghost face and pulling out the long sword from the old man's throat. Then he turned around like a dead leaf floating in the wind, circling around the old man. For a while, the sword energy around the two of them was crisscrossed, like clouds and mist, and like a surging tide, which was dazzling.

The people watching the battle on the ground were all dazed, and they couldn't help but sigh in their hearts that this was the real great master of the heavenly realm.

At this moment, there were fine footsteps behind Tang Han.

Countless Qingyang sect believers were rushing here. When these believers walked, they were secretly in line with the way of battle formations. They were well-trained and didn't look like people in the martial arts world, but like people in the army. This time, Tang Han conspired to keep this matter secret, so he didn't mobilize a large army. Now that it has been exposed, it doesn't matter.

But then, a sound of breaking through the air was heard from another direction. It was a group of righteous masters rushing towards this side. Those with higher cultivation were faster, and those with lower cultivation followed behind. The whole team formed a long dragon. However, this spectacular scene of hundreds of people swooping down in the mountains and forests was indeed rare and spectacular.

In less than a cup of tea, the two groups of people came to the bank of this small pond and gathered behind their leaders. Although they did not dare to act rashly because two great masters of the heavenly realm were fighting, they also formed a confrontation.

A depressing atmosphere like before the storm spread, especially for the righteous people. After the battle with Zaoge Sect, they suffered a lot of damage, and several leaders were almost buried alive. Now they finally turned the corner, and a group of demons from Qingyang Sect came to fish in troubled waters. Everyone is an old man in the arena, and naturally knows what these people from Qingyang Sect are thinking. It's nothing more than a mantis catching a cicada while the oriole is waiting behind. This kind of thinking makes the righteous people even more angry. Seeing that another righteous master has come, everyone is more courageous. Many people are ready to fight, just waiting for the order from Master Yan and Fairy Su, and then they will have another fight to kill demons and eliminate evil.

When one side is very courageous, the other side will inevitably be dwarfed. Compared with the righteous people's eagerness to move, the people of Qingyang Sect are mainly on guard, as if facing a great enemy.

Seeing this, Tang Han's face remained calm, but his mood became increasingly gloomy. With his vitality seriously damaged, it was obvious that the old man Zang would not be a match for Zhang Haishi, and Yan Feiqing and others were not alone. Seeing that more and more people from the righteous path were coming, including Madam Lu and Nan Kezi, who were masters of the Return to the True Realm for many years, plus he was seriously injured by Zhang Haishi, it was impossible for him to compete for the Corpse Pill.

At this moment, a thunderclap suddenly sounded in the sky, and countless bamboo-leaf-shaped sword energy scattered and fell, piercing into the surrounding mountains. Amid the loud noise, smoke and dust rose, and rocks flew, and then a gust of black wind rolled up the rolling black clouds and quickly retreated from the sky.

Tang Han's face turned pale, knowing that the old man Zang had lost.