After this competition ended, Chu Xianzhao found Bai Chonglou, who was coughing incessantly next to the poplar tree.

With each cough, the wound on his chest would crack and bleed, and his face would be even paler, without a trace of blood.

This time, he used the Heavenly and Human Law to defeat Zhang Huairou and the immortals he invited, but it was obviously a great price to pay, and it was obvious that before this martial arts was over, it was impossible for the injuries on his body to heal.

Chu Xianzhao silently walked to his side and took out a bottle of elixir from his arms to heal internal injuries and gave it to him.

Bai Chonglou glanced up at him, but poured the pill directly into it, without even drinking water, and then closed his eyes and continued to adjust the qi in his body.

Chu Xianzhao looked at the wound on his chest and wanted to say something to him, but in the end he still didn't say anything.

As expected, his opponent after him will be this young Taoist priest who is physically injured, let alone him, I am afraid that any person who participates in the martial arts can threaten his life at this time.

So he couldn't persuade him to quit this martial arts, and he couldn't say such a thing, and he couldn't bear it in his heart.

But he can't bear it, he won't quit this martial arts, Bai Chonglou is too, everyone has a purpose to come here, and they can't stop fighting in the future.

Bai Chonglou glanced at Chu Xianzhao deeply, stretched out his hand tremblingly, and there was a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, and the traveler who had traveled a long way finally saw the scenery on the top of the mountain.

Chu Xianzhao did not avoid his actions, and still lightly touched his forehead by his fingers, as soft as a piece of falling snow.

Dotted on that reddish mark.

The seriously injured young Taoist priest muttered, "If I see you, everyone will be happy." “

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The sound of the wind outside the window fell, as if following his breathing, the extremely heavy darkness pressed on him, and there seemed to be the whispers of many people in his ears, in which there was ridicule for him, disdain for him, and abandonment of him, but when he listened carefully, he felt that it was only the sound of the evening wind blowing open the window.

"I'm going to kill him...... Let me kill him...... I'll die willingly and kill him!" said the hoarse voice from the mouth of the long, whose eyes were closed.

His hands were trembling, wrapped in heavy gauze from head to toe, and there was a bad smell of medicine all over his body, and Long Fusheng was still lying in the imperial doctor's room and difficult to get out of bed, and his heart was always in a state of despair, but he still did not die, and the superb medical skills of the imperial doctors finally snatched him back from the hands of the Lord of Yama, but now he can only lie on the bed like a living dead, and hallucinations frequently appear in his mind.

His vision gradually blurred, and a huge piece of metal seemed to appear in his eyes, but at first glance it looked like a huge skeleton, and when he saw it more clearly, he realized that it was not metal and skeletons, but a sword, and a sword that almost had him

A sword so high.

The sword seemed to speak to him, making him hold his body and pull it out of the ground so that they could both be free.

The hissing sound of the sword in his ears made him try to reach out his hand, but at this time he felt that every inch he stretched out was extremely difficult, and he reached for the hilt of this giant sword, making him feel that he could be reborn by holding this sword.

Those sarcastic smiles, burning flames, purple backs, all of these things seem to slowly coincide.

Long Fusheng took a deep breath and stretched out his hand with all his might.

The next moment, a terrible howl of pain came out of Long Fusheng's mouth, and the bones all over his body seemed to be crushed, and the intense pain made him roll off the bed, curled up on the ground and howled in pain, and thick blood oozed from the hand that had just held the sword.

Drops of blood fell to the ground, and the blood was very hot and hot, dripping black spots on the mahogany floor.

He sat in the darkness panting with his injured palm clutched, and after a long time, he looked up to the sky and roared in pain, like a child who couldn't ask for it.

"Let me kill him...... Let me kill him...... Let me do whatever I want...... Just kill him!"

No one answered, and only his roar echoed in the darkness.

Long Fusheng knelt on the ground and sobbed, crying so heartbreakingly, so remorseful, the wound on his chest ached faintly, as if he was always reminding him of the humiliation he had suffered.

Who...... Who can give him the strength to kill that white-haired mongrel, even if he is to be a cow and a horse for the rest of his life, as long as he can watch him die in front of him, he will not hesitate to fall into the so-called Shura Demon Dao.

Time passed slowly, until a warm touch came over his head, like the long-dead father caressing his head.

When he raised his head blankly, he found that a middle-aged man in white clothes and long sleeves stood in front of him.

He was gently caressing his hand on his head, his eyes drooping slightly, and his face seemed to be coated with a faint glow.

"Who are you?" Long Fusheng said in an extremely difficult tone, kneeling at the man's feet.

The man in white leaned down and asked, "It doesn't matter who I am, do you know...... Who are you?"

"Who am I?"

Long Fusheng's eyes were empty and confused, and he asked himself the question again and again, and then fell into a wild laugh for no reason.

"Hahahaha!"

Long Fusheng suddenly burst out laughing, and slapped the floor with his blood-stained palm with a frenzied look to vent the pain and despair he had suffered these days.

The palm slammed to the ground, and the poor man remembered the thing he had deliberately forgotten, and now he was just a gas machine

The wasted man, the poor wretched man who couldn't even stand up and might have to spend the rest of his life in bed, so he cried bitterly at the man's feet again.

The mournful cries of ten thousand ghosts resounded in the imperial infirmary.

It was already late at night, and no one would hear him cry except the man in front of him.

The man silently saw him beating his chest and abdomen like a madman, and even reached out to pick his throat and vomited all over his face, until his crying and laughing voice gradually disappeared from his mouth, and he admitted: "I am a waste, a lump of mud that can no longer hold up the wall......"

The man said calmly: "Just because you're a waste now doesn't mean you'll be a waste later, and there's enough anger in your heart, so I need you to help me pull out that sword." ”

"Draw your sword...... What kind of sword to draw?" Hearing this, Long Fusheng's eyes became more and more confused as he looked at him.

The man's expression was very calm, and he said with a smile: "The ten directions hidden in the depths of the Daqing Emperor's Mausoleum are destroyed...... I need you to pull out that sword for me, can you do it, and if you can, I will give you the power to go back to the peak of the past, and let you sweep away all the people you want. ”

Long Fusheng hissed, "I just need to kill Tang Huang...... You can do whatever I want...... Kill him!"

The man looked down into his eyes, as if he had seen a lot of things in them, and said slowly, "That's good, go and pull out the sword for me." “

As soon as the words fell, the man placed his only hand on the top of his head, and an indescribable powerful force erupted from his palm, instantly pouring into Long Fusheng's body, rebuilding those damaged meridians!

Long Fusheng's mouth let out an extremely painful howl, his face became very pale, his eyebrows were pinched together in pain, and he was forced to bear this power beyond his imagination, usually making him feel that the time to breathe once was so long, even if he was now suffering from the pain of broken meridians, but he did not try to escape from the man's palm, because he didn't even have the strength to move, and it was impossible and unrealistic to escape.

He had no reason to believe the man's words, believing that he would bring him the power of revenge at the cost of making him pull out the so-called sword.

The man's five fingers and claws grasped his head, and an extremely majestic qi machine gathered in his palm, pouring into his body like an endless river, so domineering that he couldn't struggle and couldn't struggle, so he could only passively introduce this power.

"You have the fire of destruction in your eyes. The man stared into his eyes and muttered, a hint of excitement on his bland face.

"Unleashed...... It's going to be beautiful. ”

As a glimmer of golden light appeared in Long Fusheng's eyes, his body began to tremble, and thick blood flowed from his seven orifices, and a beast-like roar came out of his mouth.

At this moment, he felt like a skin that had been poured into clear water, which would burst open at any moment, and he felt that the pressure of the mountain was pressing on his body, and the next moment it was about to crush his backbone, and an extremely powerful force formed a vortex storm in his body, and its pain was far greater than ten fingers broken.

Under the repeated baptism of this qi machine, he forcibly maintained the clarity of his consciousness, and those painful memories poured into his mind like a tide, and he knew that he had to accept this power in order to be reborn, to be qualified to stand straight in front of him.

Long Fusheng's body trembled slightly, his pupils became brighter, and the silk bandages on his body gradually cracked, and the ruptured wounds healed in spasms, turning into smooth skin like a baby.

He felt the sensation of this powerful force flowing through his body, and the holes that had been fused by the mercury arrows were gradually repaired and overflowed, and everything was reborn.

Until this moment, he was sure that the man was not lying to himself, and he had really become the past self step by step, or even stronger than the past.

He slowly got up from the ground, stood naked in front of the man, looked up at the bright moon outside the window, and his eyes were full of indifference and arrogance overlooking mortal dust.

The man looked at him quietly, and said in a loving voice, "Since you want to vent your anger, let's go." ”

After saying this, he disappeared from Long Fusheng's front and scattered into a place of golden light.

The extremely powerful qi in Long Fusheng's body suddenly surged, causing dragon-like horns to grow on the top of his head, and the surface of his body was quickly covered by sharp dragon scales, which was particularly terrifying.

In an instant, the qi he unleashed crushed everything in the room, and with the flames of his anger and unimaginable madness, the world seemed to be destroyed under his rage.

He let out a high-pitched growl, flicked his knees to the ground, and his body was as light as a cricket, and he disappeared into the room in the blink of an eye.

A large hole suddenly cracked in the roof, and he leapt out of the imperial infirmary, flying like an arrow towards the palace beneath him.

The snow-white eunuch knocked on the watch as usual, and let out a sleepy yawn from his mouth, thinking that it would be better to secretly find a place to take a nap.

At that moment, there was a gust of wind above his head.

When he looked up slightly, he saw a monster that looked like a dragon and a non-human monster laughing and approaching him, golden flames flashing in his pupils.

His claws pierced his heart, tearing him in half with ease, and tossing the body behind him.

The eunuch, who had been split in two, spun into a lump of flesh, his eyes wide in horror, and he did not utter those three words until he died.

"Dragons, dragons, dragons!"

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The martial arts move is already attracting the attention of the world, because Bai Chonglou is here

The victory over Zhang Huairou in this martial arts exercise made this martial arts move have a touch of feng shui reincarnation.

The Qimen Da Gong that was inherited from generation to generation in Longhu Mountain, at the beginning was the town gate of Wudang Mountain, when the two religions fought endlessly because of the problem of preaching and preaching, so the two religions set up a martial arts bet at that time, who wins who can go down the mountain to preach, who loses who continues to cultivate immortals. And the Dragon and Tiger Mountain side used the Purple Golden Lotus Red that could connect to the Heavenly Court as a bet, and the Wudang Mountain side took out the Qimen Great Basket as a bet.

This battle was won by Longhu Mountain at that time, so the Qimen Great Basket also fell into the hands of the Heavenly Master's Mansion, that is, after that battle, Wudang Mountain, which lost the Qimen Great Basket, began to decline, and the fame in the hearts of the people of Nanlu gradually could not compete for Longhu Mountain.

Later, the Sanfeng real person personally went to Wudang Mountain in person for the gambling of the year, and exhorted the then master to let the disciples go down the mountain to preach in the future, Dragon and Tiger Wudang was the master of the debut door, and there was no need to be angry with each other, but Wudang Mountain was still that stubborn temper that drilled the horns of the bull, and came out on weekdays at the request of the people to go down the mountain to paste the urn to eliminate the demons, and even recruited disciples to come to the door in person, and would never preach and preach with great fanfare.

And this victory of Bai Chonglou in the martial arts can be said to be the best move to bring the obscure Wudang Mountain back into the eyes of the people over the years, and his name is destined to be praised by the people under the mountain behind this martial arts.

Chu Xianzhao walked into the martial arts arena.

Bai Chonglou was already waiting quietly in the martial arts arena, the blue clothes on his body, which were a little white, shook his sleeves in the wind, and in addition to carrying a sword behind him, he also carried a sword in his hand.

The two are about to start a battle and then salute each other.

The big names in the audience stood by the railing, paying attention to the two participants, but they were silently measuring the strength between the two in their hearts.

One is the Wudang Dawang who can lower the true martial arts, and the other is the only apprentice of Qing'an Longxian, it can be said that the competition between the two has earned enough expectations from the audience before it starts.

As the host, Longhu Mountain was obviously out of this martial arts, and now they would rather return this Qimen Great Urn to Wudang Mountain, rather than the illegitimate son named Tang Huang to take away this divine weapon, in the eyes of some of them, this is simply a great insult to this martial arts.

At this moment, the judge's question was heard in the ears of the two of them, and it was still the same sentence that he had repeated countless times.

The judge, who was standing on a high place, then asked, "Are you two ready?"

If nothing else, the two sides will salute each other, and then the game will start completely.

At this moment, Bai Chonglou suddenly lifted the ancient sword in his hand, looked at the big people in the VIP seat, and said loudly: "Great Heavenly Master, are there still dumplings to eat on this mountain?" Xiaodao came in a hurry in the morning and didn't eat breakfast, and now his stomach is so hungry that he has no strength to fight, can you reward a bowl of dumplings to eat?"

Everyone was dumbfounded, even the judge

He also said impatiently: "Bai Chonglou, it's better to eat and wait until you finish eating, and you don't want to see what kind of place this is! Is this the place where you eat dumplings?"

Bai Chonglou put on a scoundrel version and said: "Our Taoist priest takes the sky as a bed and the ground as a quilt, with big sleeves to catch the breeze, and rain and dew as fine wine, why can't we eat dumplings here?" Anyway, Xiaodao has no strength to fight now, otherwise Xiaodao will go down the mountain to eat a bowl of dumplings now, otherwise he really has no strength to fight, and everyone will not be able to enjoy it." ”

The judge said angrily: "You calf-nosed ......"

Bai Chonglou said indifferently: "Hey, why don't I go down the mountain now, go back and tell the master that Longhu Mountain doesn't care about food, and by the way, the people on the road will talk about how I won Zhang Huairou of Longhu Mountain." ”

"Believe it or not, I'm going to kick you down now-"

At this moment, Zhang Xuande raised his hand to stop the judge's angry words, looked at Bai Chonglou and frowned: "Now go get him a bowl of dumplings to eat, save him from adding fuel and vinegar on the road and say how we in Longhu Mountain abuse him, go quickly, don't waste everyone's time." ”

Bai Chonglou waved his hand vigorously and laughed: "Okay, please take another bowl, and give one to Xiaodao's opponent, everyone will have the strength to fight when they are full!" Bai Chonglou did not forget to ask again.

Chu Xianzhao looked at Bai Chonglou with black lines on his head, not knowing what he was thinking about.

Soon two bowls of dumplings were brought and placed at the feet of the two of them.

Bai Chonglou patted his buttocks, sat directly on the martial arts arena, put the Wudang ancient sword in his hand on the ground, pointed to the dumplings on the ground, and said with a smile: "Tang Gongzi, if you don't think it's a shame like this, otherwise let's sit here and eat dumplings together?"

Chu Xianzhao nodded with a smile, and then sat on the ground calmly, but he didn't pick up the bowl of dumplings, "Bai Daochang, you gave me a lot of surprises. ”

Bai Chonglou swallowed a piece of dumplings and said with emotion: "You too, in Xiaodao's opinion, the biggest surprise of this martial arts move is not to defeat Zhang Huairou, but to meet you." ”

Chu Xianzhao frowned and asked, "How do you say this?"

Bai Chonglou said vaguely: "Actually, with Tang Gongzi's ability, he shouldn't fight with a group of fish and shrimp here, Gongzi is qualified to stand in a higher place and do more things that should be done." ”

Chu Xianzhao couldn't help but laugh and said, "The Taoist chief praised it falsely. ”

(End of chapter)