This terrifying spiritual impact has reached an unprecedented level, even if a hundred people gather together, under this impact, they will completely collapse!

In the pitch-black space, Zhang Sanfeng suddenly opened his eyes, and in his eyes, a boundless Taiji diagram appeared, which rotated slowly, with an invincible momentum to resist everything.

Under this momentum, the speed of that spiritual impact slowed down.

Finally, when he arrived in front of Zhang Sanfeng, the force of the impact completely dissipated.

At the same time, Ba Sipa's face changed, and he spat out a mouthful of blood, and when he landed, the scene changed, and he returned to the top of Kunlun Mountain, Ba Si Pa took a few steps back, and blood flowed down the corner of his mouth!

"You've won!"

Pasipa let out a long breath, with infinite nostalgia for this world in his eyes, he lost, and he was about to die!

Zhang Sanfeng got up and looked at Ba Si Pa lightly, "As a generation of grandmasters, you died a well-deserved death, after you die, I will bury you well!"

As a grandmaster of a generation, even if he is the national teacher of Mongolia, he is also worthy of his respect, martial arts, regardless of borders.

"Mongolia is brutal and unkind, kill my disciples in the Central Plains, sooner or later you will be expelled from the Central Plains, you Ba Si Pa, you can't stop the general trend of the world!"

Zhang Sanfeng looked at the hard-hit Ba Si Pa, the breath on his body became more intense, the Pure Yang Wuji Gong, at this time, was running wildly, and an invincible will rose from Zhang Sanfeng's body, which was extremely terrifying!

"Zhang Sanfeng, the path of martial arts, you have come to the end, and soon, you will follow me!"

After saying the last sentence with difficulty, Paspa's head sank suddenly, and he passed away for a long time!

At the moment of Paspa's death, above the nine heavens, there seemed to be lightning and thunder, as if to commemorate the departure of this great Mongolian master.

Looking at the dead Ba Sipa, Zhang Sanfeng finally took a few steps back, snorted, and a few traces of blood flowed from the corners of his mouth.

In the battle just now, although he won, he also suffered a lot of injuries, but between the two, after all, he is superior, even if the spiritual attack of the Eight Si Pa, under his Tai Chi invincible defense, it will not help!

After burying Ba Si Pa on the spot, Zhang Sanfeng exhaled a deep breath, and then looked at this Kunlun Mountain.

This Kunlun Mountain is the holy land of Xianshan, and he is buried here, and he feels that it is not insulting Ba Sipa, a great Mongolian teacher.

After the burial of Ba Sipa, Zhang Sanfeng did not go down the mountain as soon as possible, but began to vomit.

In the battle with Paspa, although he was not seriously injured, he was also slightly injured, and although he relied on his hundred-year-old true strength to resist Paspa's dragon elephant Prajnagong, he himself was also injured.

At this time, at the foot of Kunlun Mountain, various sects and factions have already gathered, and among them, there is even a master of Mongolia, Na Sange, who is also among them.

Although he broke an arm, his expression was still majestic, his eyes swept over, making people fearful, and only when he looked at the Kunlun Mountain, a few traces of worry flashed.

Next to Sange, there is Wudang Mountain, and all the Wudang Seven Heroes are here.

Wu Feng, Zhang Wuji, and Song Qingshu were also present, looking at these martial arts masters around them, the three of them were shocked in their hearts.

Especially Wu Feng, the pursuit of the way of martial arts in his heart is even more important, one day, he will surpass these people and reach the realm of the master, no, he will carry on the past and forge ahead like the master!

"It's been half a day, and the winner should be decided!"

A person in the martial arts looked up at the top of the endless Kunlun Mountain, and couldn't help but say.

"Yes, most of the days have passed, the winner must always be divided, Zhang Zhenren and the Mongolian national teacher are the top people in the world, even so, most of the time is enough to decide the winner!"

A trace of worry flashed on Song Yuanqiao's face, although his master was unfathomable, but that Ba Si Pa was definitely not weak.

can be a national teacher in a country for more than 50 years without wavering, this strength can be seen!

"Don't worry, senior brother, Master has never met an opponent since then, and this time, it will definitely be the same as before!"

Zhang Cuishan has no doubt about Zhang Sanfeng's self-confidence, his own master, is always the most powerful, and then looked at Sange on the side vigilantly, this person, is this the big disciple of Ba Sipa?

Zhang Wuji and Song Yuanqiao both looked at Zhang Sanfeng worriedly, the anxious look on their faces could not be suppressed, only Wu Feng did not speak.

His heart was as heavy as everyone else's, but he didn't show it, and his heart became more and stricter in his heart for himself.

Now he has no ability to help his master, and in the future, anyone will block him in front of his master.

Wu Feng clenched his palm, and even in the palm of his hand, there was a trace of blood falling!

This side of Wudang Mountain is full of heaviness, where is Sange, it is not easy, Sange knows very well that his own master, his own master, since the opponents he has encountered in the past few decades, there is no time more than an hour, an hour, his own master will definitely decide the winner!

Thinking of his master's methods, a trace of fear flashed on Sange's face, that time, he cultivated to the tenth layer of dragon elephant prajna skill, and he was full of spirit, but under his master's move, he couldn't stop it for a quarter of an hour!

Time passed, and in the blink of an eye, it was from the scorching sun at noon to the red sun in the evening!

And Zhang Sanfeng finally came down from Kunlun Mountain, his expression was light, although there was a trace of blood on his Taiji robe, it did not affect his whole immortal wind bones at all.

"Master is down!"

Wu Feng, who had been staring at the mountain road of Kunlun Mountain, shouted loudly the moment he saw Zhang Sanfeng, and everyone who was suddenly shocked turned their eyes to him!

Sure enough, under the gaze of everyone, Zhang Sanfeng paced down the Kunlun Mountain Road step by step, and soon came to everyone's side.

He first nodded lightly to Song Yuanqiao, then turned his head to look at Sange, the smile on his face disappeared faintly, and turned into a trace of loneliness, "Ba Si Pa National Teacher, has been buried on Kunlun Mountain, Kunlun Mountain, in my Central Plains, is a famous mountain and river, the ancestor of ten thousand veins, the top of the mountain is a first-class good place, buried on the top of Kunlun Mountain, Ba Si Pa, it can be regarded as extremely satisfied!"

Before Zhang Sanfeng finished speaking, there was an uproar around him.

The Central Plains martial arts, the Mongolian sects, all looked at Zhang Sanfeng incredibly, especially those Mongolian sects, looking at Zhang Sanfeng's eyes, there was a terrifying light!

The strength of the Phags-pa was that they sat firmly on the throne of the first imperial division of the Mongolian kingdom, and it lasted for fifty years.

In the past fifty years, it is not that no one has come to challenge, but these people have only one end, that is, death, all of them died in the hands of the great master of Ba Sipa!

Thinking of this, everyone looked at Zhang Sanfeng with even more fear, their invincible great power division died in the hands of this person so easily, in the future, how could their Mongolian forces confront the Central Plains martial arts.

It seems that from now on, the first person in the world will come out.