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The Grand Master of Fusang Mountain and the Pope fought chaotically, and their movements were so fast that they could barely see the movements. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Sand and snow splashed into the air, making it even more solemn.

The ground is full of holes and a mess.

After all, the great master of Fusang Mountain lived up to his famous reputation, a sword was slashed, just at the moment when the Pope's breath was slightly chaotic, the Pope was not better than Fusang Mountain to kill into the Dao, and was forced to fight fast for a long time, naturally a little tired, seeing that the sword stab to avoid it was unavoidable, so he had to raise his arm and flick away.

The Grand Master of Fusang Mountain stabbed the thin sleeve, but it was difficult to enter, he sneered, and the long sword in his hand was brilliant!

Ulla...... The sword aura on the long sword was fierce, almost unstoppable, and it smashed the long sleeve into pieces and stabbed towards the chest of the great grandmaster!

It was the first time that Fei Ying saw her omnipotent father in such danger, and she couldn't help but exclaim in surprise, and she was about to get up and step forward.

Chu Nan gently grabbed Fei Ying and shook his head solemnly.

This level of war is as strong as two people, and it is better not to participate in it.

The great grandmaster of Fusang Mountain was so famous and known as invincible in close combat, and finally forced the Pope into danger.

But the Pope is known as the first grandmaster, how can he be so easy to kill?!

The Pope's long sleeves were shattered, like butterfly spots flying, staring at the murderous long sword in his chest, and grasping the tip of the sword with one hand!

The long sword was bloodstained for the first time!

The great grandmaster of Fusang Mountain did not have the slightest joy, and the long sword in his hand was released again!

The Pope was injured desperately, and finally resisted the offensive of the Grand Master of Fusang Mountain and began to fight back!

A short golden scepter seemed to fall from the sky, gently striking on the long sword!

The body of the Grand Master of Fusang Mountain was like a lightning strike, and he drew his sword and flew back!

It's just too late, the pace of this battle is already in the hands of the Pope!

The Pope strode closely, each step as heavy as a mountain, shaking the snow around him!

The scepter was swung out, and it seemed to be extremely slow, and there was no trace of killing aura, but it could always force the great master of Fusang Mountain to swing his sword to defend himself!

Just now, the Grand Master of Fusang Mountain forced the Pope to be faster.

Now, the Pope is still using color to force the Grand Master of Fusang Mountain to compete!

The dull sound of gold and iron clashing sounded.

The two great masters quickly drifted back hundreds of meters, but they only fought twice during this period, and each time they were as heavy as Mount Tai!

For the third time, the Pope's face was full of solemnity, and the short scepter was swung out, and the sharp and matchless long sword was forcefully slammed on the shoulder of the Grand Master of Fusang Mountain!

The Grand Master of Fusang Mountain vomited blood and flew back, and his face under the black cloak disappeared in a flash.

The sleeve of the Pope's left arm was completely shattered, several scars were clearly visible, the clothes on his chest were also broken, and the most serious injuries were the palms of his hands, and he grasped the world's first killing sword with his bare hands, which cost a lot, and the bright red blood kept dripping.

It seems that the winner has been decided, and after all, it is the Pope, who claims to be the best in the world, who has the upper hand slightly.

The Pope shook his head slowly and said, "You, you can't kill my ......"

........................ The Grand Master of Fusang Mountain covered his left shoulder from a distance and sneered, and said indifferently: "I can't kill you, I just need to trap you......"

"Huh?!"

The Pope frowned slightly, and instantly understood what the Grand Master of Fusang Mountain meant, his tone lightened a little, and asked, "Do you want to help Emperor Daliang?!"

"Humph!

The Grand Master of Fusang Mountain sat down on a big rock from a distance, and said faintly: "Just now I have proved that fighting speed, no one in the world is my opponent! You can't kill you!! I can't kill you, but if you dare to go down the mountain, I will definitely kill all your disciples and grandchildren!"

No one doubts the killing methods and ruthlessness of the world's number one killer!

is as strong as the Pope, and the speed has also suffered a big loss.

If the Pope leaves the Great Snow Mountain, it will not be very difficult for the Grand Master of Fusang Mountain to put down the grandmaster's shelf and assassinate the temple priest on this mountain.

Of course, the Pope would not suspect that the Grand Master of Fusang Mountain was just threatening, and frowned: "This matter has nothing to do with Fusang Mountain, why are you involved?!" "It has nothing to do with Fusang Mountain, but it has something to do with me!"

The Grand Master of Fusang Mountain sneered hoarsely, and said indifferently: "You can also go to Yingzhou immediately and kill all the people on Fusang Mountain......

Of course, the Pope would not be so angry, and sighed: "When did you do this unscrupulous......

Isn't it?

The Grand Grandmaster of Fusang Mountain and Emperor Liang agreed to try to kill a Grand Grandmaster, and at least one Grand Grandmaster must be dragged down.

Now, threatening the Pope with the surname of the person in the temple of the Great Snow Mountain not to go down the mountain is really a bit of a scoundrel, but the heads of a few people are right in front of him, who dares to doubt the determination of the Fusang Mountain scoundrel to the end?!

The Grand Master of Fusang Mountain was still making suggestions that seemed to be enthusiastic, and sneered: "Actually, you can also take your disciples and grandchildren and go down the mountain together......

The Pope's scepter tapped lightly on the ground and sighed.

How could the temple have stood on the snowy mountains for thousands of years? The Pope wants to spread the faith of the temple, not destroy the foundation of the temple!

After a long silence, the two great masters confronted each other from a distance.

Fei Ying glanced at Chu Nan and said softly, "If the people of my temple join forces, maybe I can leave the Sword Saint Lord in this northwest ......"

Of course, Chu Nan knew what Fei Ying meant, so he lowered his head and was silent.

The Pope was noncommittal.

The Grand Master of Fusang Mountain didn't care at all, and sneered at Fei Ying: "Just try it......"

The Pope sighed softly and shook his head.

When the Grand Master of Fusang Mountain made it clear that he would do whatever it took to stop caring about his reputation, the danger would be several times stronger.

Fei Ying was naturally still convinced of her father's decision, and lowered her head slightly and retreated.

It seems that the huge snowy mountain is really helpless and has been forced into an embarrassing situation.

........................ The Grand Grandmaster of Fusang Mountain sneered hoarsely, as if he was mocking and self-deprecating, and said coldly to Chu Nan: "The thing I promised the emperor has been done!

This sentence suddenly made Chu Nan embarrassed to become the focus of the field.

At this time, Fei Ying clearly realized that Chu Nan and her father were really on opposite sides, and she felt more and more helpless and painful.

The Pope looked at the mountain and thought about something, maybe it was because of the relationship between Chu Nan and the Western Regions, maybe it was because of Fei Ying, maybe it was because of some old feelings with Chu Nan, maybe it was all of them...... But he didn't mean to embarrass Chu Nan.

Chu Nan gently held Fei Ying's hand, could feel Fei Ying's struggle and helplessness, and said softly: "Come down the mountain with me......"

Fei Ying didn't break away this time, biting her lip and looking at Chu Nan for a long time, she gently shook her head and refused.

Chu Nan was suddenly a little disappointed, and he could understand Fei Ying's choice.

Fei Ying lowered her head and muttered, "After a while...... I'll go down again......"

Chu Nan's heart suddenly became happy, he hugged Fei Ying impulsively, and bowed to the future old man and the great master of Fusang Mountain, and quickly went down the mountain.

Fei Ying thought that Snow Mountain had no means to deal with it, and could only be forced to be helpless by the rogue grand master.

However, Chu Nan knew that to solve the dilemma of Snow Mountain, it was actually very simple!

You only need to send someone to the grassland to deliver a letter and ask Temujin to come to the northwest, and then the snow-capped mountain dilemma will be solved!

The two great masters join forces, and the great grandmaster of Fusang Mountain may die in the northwest!!

(To be continued)