Li Xuandu responded with a "good" word.

Zhang Haishi stretched the bamboo cane in his hand and said with a smile: "My junior brother said that he doesn't want to hand over the corpse pill, and I, as a senior brother, naturally want to go to my own junior brother, I don't know what the two of you think?

Tang Han sighed lightly, knowing that he was powerless to fight anymore, no matter how unwilling he was, he could only give up.

The old man's face was cloudy, and 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, it is inevitable to lose money, but it is not necessary to lose more or less, if you can get back the corpse pill, you can save some of the capital a little, if you can't get the corpse pill back, it is a loss of money.

The old man was hesitating, whether to take a risk, after all, this is still the boundary of the Beibi Mountain, and it is still within the sphere of influence of the Soap Pavilion Sect, and the Soap Pavilion Sect has not reached the point of exhaustion.

The point is whether it's worth it or not?

There is never a shortage of adventures on the rivers and lakes, the key is not the adventure itself, but whether the wealth and wealth of the adventure are big enough, as long as it is big enough, not to mention nine deaths, it is ninety-nine deaths, and some people are willing to try.

The old man hesitated for a long time, and finally didn't choose to fight to the death, but he didn't intend to retreat just now, and said: "Zhang Haishi, I just fought with you once, but the old man lost a game, and he didn't have a lot of fun, and the old man still wanted to learn again." ”

Zhang Haishi nodded, held the middle of the bamboo cane with one hand, and the upper end of the bamboo cane with the other, slowly pulled it out, and pulled out the bamboo sword again, the sword body is much thinner than an ordinary long sword, like a bamboo branch, this sword is called "bamboo joint".

The next moment, the two of them rose from the ground and went straight to the top of the nine heavens.

Unlike the previous point-to-point fight, this time the thunder and rain were even greater.

The tall Tibetan old man was dressed in a mourning suit hunting, his eyes were cold, and he waved his sleeves to cover the sky with black air, the sky and the earth were dark, and the clouds covered the fog, and there were ghosts faintly in it, and the yin wind roared.

Zhang Haishi's face was expressionless, and he just stabbed forward with a sword.

This sword is divided into two, the sword qi is horizontally meandering, one yin and one yang two sword qi surround the sword body into a dragon scroll, and then there are scattered sword qi around it like ripples, and finally the "bamboo joint" itself is not seen, only the sword qi is meandering like a double dragon playing with pearls.

The two sword qi instantly tore apart the heavy black mist, and when they were less than three feet in front of the old man in Tibet, they cooperated together, and the sword qi was majestic.

Although the old man in Tibet was greatly injured, he was still the fourth person in the world after all, and he was so conceited that he did not dodge or dodge, but just stretched out a palm and held down the "head" of the sword qi that seemed to be a long dragon, and his cuffs were shattered in an instant, and his white hair fluttered back violently, as if it was a real dragon wrestling.

After this sword qi was exhausted, Zhang Haishi swept with a sword, like a pen and splashed ink, and there were three hundred and sixty-five sword qi bursts.

The old man suddenly lifted his breath and stood in the air with his hands in his hands, letting the three hundred and sixty sword qi swarm and shoot out layer by layer, and three feet in front of him, it seemed to give birth to an erected lake, rippling countless ripples, and the sword qi all exploded and disappeared.

Zhang Haishi was not in a hurry, he just took out his sword, and it was three hundred and sixty-five sword qi, breaking through the lake in front of the old man, approaching within half a foot of his body, directly confronting the black mist that appeared on the mourning clothes, sneering, and mixed with countless wails of unjust souls, piercing people's eardrums and confusing people's minds.

After the old man blocked seven hundred and thirty sword qi in a row, he looked at Zhang Haishi and said with a gloomy smile: "It is worthy of the prestigious 'Beidou Thirty-six Sword Technique', which has some meaning, but the number of three hundred and sixty-five weeks of evolution is already the extreme, and now it has been blocked by me, what other skills do you have, just use it." ”

Zhang Haishi said leisurely: "The dung insects are filthy, turning into cicadas and drinking in the autumn wind." The rotten grass has no light, turning into a glow and shining in the summer moon. That's the true meaning of my next sword. ”

The old man said indifferently: "You don't have to pretend to be mysterious, this seat is all next." ”

Zhang Haishi smiled and handed the sword out, the next scene was not about how to destroy the city and pull out the mountain, it was just a light and fluttering sword, the old man held the sword and fluttered with the wind, flickering forward and backward, flickering left and right, his body was erratic, the sword momentum was scattered and godless, and it didn't look like the performance of a great master of the Heavenly and Human Realm.

However, although this sword was messy, it was extremely fast, and in the blink of an eye, it was already old enough to be in front of the eyes of the old man. People in the world practice swords, just like writing, at the beginning they have to pay attention to the word "upright", stroke by stroke, stroke by stroke, and there must be no sloppiness, but this handful of kendo master Zhang Haishi is completely the opposite, just like the book saint splashing ink and book crazy grass, where the interest goes, it is within the reach of the sword, there is no fixed sword style, just messily approaching the old man in front of him.

The old man in Tibet frowned, slapped out with one palm, and swept up the howling and screaming of thousands of ghosts, like the underworld of the underworld, and the magic sound filled the ears, confusing people's hearts.

But Zhang Haishi was not confused at all, but between the crooked and slanted, he seemed to avoid this palm dangerously, his footsteps were volleying, and after pointing out a series of ripples, a sword passed through the throat of the old man in Tibet.

The old man was injured but not dead, not even seriously injured, he opened his mouth and spit out a stream of black gas, and the black gas turned into a face of a demon the size of a grinding plate, and the evil ghost opened his mouth again, and swallowed it towards Zhang Haishi, who was close at hand.

Zhang Haishi fell backwards, dodging the ghost face while taking advantage of the situation to draw the long sword from the throat of the old man in Tibet, and then his body swirled, like a dead leaf fluttering in the wind, circling around the old man in Tibet, and for a while, the sword qi around the two of them was vertical and horizontal, like clouds and mist steaming, and like a big tide surging, which made people dizzy.

The group of people watching the battle on the ground were all in a trance, and they couldn't help but sigh in their hearts, this is the real great master of the Heavenly and Human Realm.

At this moment, there was a sound of fine footsteps behind Tang Han.

Countless disciples of the Qingyang Sect are rushing here, and between these sects, they are faintly in the way of the battle formation, well-trained, not like people in the rivers and lakes, but like people in the army. This time, Tang Han conspired on this matter, originally in order to strive for secrecy, so he did not mobilize a large army, but now that it has been exposed, it doesn't matter.

But then, there was also a sound of breaking the air from another direction, but it was a group of righteous path masters who were rushing towards this side, and the foot of the high cultivation was faster, and the low cultivation was following behind, and the whole team formed a long dragon, but this spectacular scene of hundreds of people rising and falling together between the mountains and forests is indeed rare and spectacular.

In less than a cup of tea, the two factions of people came to the bank of this small pool, and gathered behind their own leaders, although they did not dare to make a mistake because of the two great masters of the Heavenly and Human Realm, but they also faintly became a confrontation.

A depressing atmosphere that seems to be pervasive before the wind and rain comes, especially the people in the righteous path, after a big battle with the Soap Pavilion Sect, there were a lot of injuries, and several leaders were almost buried alive underground, and now it is finally turned into safety, and a group of demons from the Qingyang Sect came to fish in troubled waters, everyone is an old man, and naturally knows what these people in the Qingyang Sect are thinking, it is nothing more than the praying mantis catching the cicada and the yellow finch behind, this kind of thinking makes the people in the righteous path even more angry, seeing that now there is another righteous master, so everyone is getting more and more courageous, and there are already many people rubbing their hands, just waiting for Yan Zhangjiao and Fairy Su to give an order, they will have another demon killing and eliminating evil。

One side is extremely bold, and the other side will inevitably be dwarfed, and the people of the Qingyang Sect are mainly on guard compared to the people in the righteous path, as if they are facing a great enemy.

Seeing this scene, Tang Han's expression on his face was still calm, but his mood was becoming more and more gloomy, the old man in Tibet was obviously not Zhang Haishi's opponent when his vitality was seriously injured, and Yan Feiqing and the others were not alone, seeing that there were more and more people in the righteous path, among them there were Mrs. Lu and Nan Kezi, who had been masters of the True Realm for many years, plus he was beaten by Zhang Haishi and was not lightly injured, it was no longer possible to fight for the corpse pill.

At this moment, a thunderclap suddenly sounded in the sky, and countless bamboo leaf-like sword qi scattered and fell, piercing into the surrounding mountain peaks, and in the midst of the loud sound, smoke and dust rose everywhere, and the rocks shot out, and then I saw a black wind rolling black clouds quickly retreat from the sky.

Tang Han's face turned pale, knowing that this was the defeat of the old man in Tibet.