Let's say that Napuhua was forced to fall into the valley from the battle of Taiqing Mountain, and he died in a deep mountain on the border of Huizhou, and after a big killing, his consciousness became more and more blurred.

That is, near Qingzhou, a secret post in the Tibetan army found him and came to report to Qianshaoyou.

Qian Shaoyou had a vague impression of Puhua, and listened to the description of the secret whistle, what a white hair, a monk's robe, covered in dirt and black, like a mad monk.

But Zhang San'er heard some ways from it. Thinking of what happened before Xiao Shifeng drove on Taiqing Mountain that Long Yingtian had talked about, Zhang San'er asked, "How is this person's spirit? Is it normal or not?"

"It's not normal. The dark sentry recalled for a moment and said, "Moreover, and there is a murderous aura. ”

"Murderous?" Qian Shaoyou frowned, and Zhang San'er said, "If the mad demon's generalization disaster that day doesn't die, he should be able to get here." ”

Qian Shaoyou looked at Zhang San'er: "You mean, this person is the Puhua of the Empty Pure Buddha Temple?"

"That's right. Zhang San'er said: "If this person is not dead, he can be used by me, and his Dafu Tu Gong is open and closed, and it is a sharp weapon butcher knife on the battlefield, which can destroy thousands of troops and horses." ”

Mo Ming said lightly: "However, this person has gone crazy. If it is not controlled, it will backfire, and no one here can subdue him. ”

Qian Shaoyou narrowed his eyes and asked, "Your alliance leader, how does it compare to it?"

After a moment of silence, Zhang San'er said: "Since ancient times, there have only been a handful of people in the rivers and lakes who have become demons, and no matter how high a person's martial arts cultivation is, it is not enough to fight against demons. ”

Qian Shaoyou sneered: "In this way, this person is indeed dangerous. ”

Mo Ming said: "Wait to report to the alliance leader, and then make a decision." ”

Qian Shaoyou was a little disgusted, so he made the master: "If this person is not used by me, he will be used by others." Rather than risk becoming an enemy, we should go and submit it now. ”

Zhang San'er and Mo Ming looked at each other, both a little unhappy.

Qian Shaoyou smiled and asked, "What's the matter? The two of you are so timid and afraid that you can't even take care of a little monk?"

After saying that, Qian Shaoyou stood up, turned around and took down the Killing God Sword from the iron frame behind him, and walked between Zhang San'er and Mo Ming.

When he reached the door of the tent, Qian Shaoyou stopped and asked, "Aren't you two responsible for my safety?"

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Following the guidance of the dark post, Qian Shaoyou took a hundred archers to the place where the dark post found Puhua's whereabouts five miles away.

The shape of the mountains here happens to be relatively low and narrow, which is not conducive to marching, and there is a lot of momentum when there is a master, so Qian Shaoyou is not worried about suddenly encountering the Huizhou army.

Qian Shao swam down to the valley, and first slashed a sword to the left, and the sword qi swept by, and he didn't think about it for a long time.

Immediately after, Qian Shaoyou slashed another sword to the right, and this time, the sword qi seemed to have encountered some obstacle and stopped at a corner not far away.

"There!" Qian Shaoyou rushed over with his sword in his hand, and the hundred archers on it also ran in the direction that Qian Shaoyou was pointing.

Turning the corner, Qian Shaoyou really saw Puhua. At this time, he was eating a live chicken with his head down, and his long white hair covered his face, looking a little embarrassed.

Qian Shaoyou suddenly felt a wave of disgust in his heart, the stench of this generalized body was bloody, although he had seen the world, he still couldn't stand the smell of this livestock.

Puhua only cared about burying his head in hardship, knowing that someone was here, but he didn't care.

Qian Shaoyou took a step forward vigilantly, which attracted Puhua's attention. Number Five

Puhua slowly raised his head, his face was very pale, there was a trace of chicken feathers at the corner of his mouth, and his face was covered with blood marks.

Qian Shaoyou didn't dare to take a step forward, and the arrival of Mo Ming and Zhang San'er gave him some bottom.

Qian Shaoyou tried to probe the consciousness of Puhua, so he asked, "Your Excellency is a master of Puhua?"

The generalized consciousness didn't seem to be confused, staring at Qian Shaoyou and not speaking.

This look is terrifying.

Qian Shaoyou clenched the Killing God Sword and subconsciously took a step back.

It was this step that saved his own life.

When Puhua arrived, he was almost face to face, if it weren't for the fact that he took a step back, and Na Puhua's consciousness was not fully restored, he was afraid that he would be pierced by Puhua.

Qian Shaoyou turned around and waved the Killing God Sword, although the sword qi was not as good as the battle in Taiqing Mountain that day, but the murderous aura revealed by the Killing God Sword itself also made Puhua quite jealous, so when Puhua dodged backwards and wanted to pounce again, Zhang San'er and Mo Ming fell in time and blocked in front of Qian Shaoyou.

Zhang San'er faced Puhua with both palms, and for a while, he was sweating profusely, and it seemed that as soon as Fang received the move, it was difficult to support it.

Qian Shaoyou was surprised, Mo Ming's original Falling Moon Sword against Puhua's abdomen had been withdrawn, and it went around behind him, but he only heard a faint bell ringing, Mo Ming knew that he couldn't break it, and retreated up.

As a killer, he knows better how to wait for an opportunity.

"I'm coming!" Qian Shao walked up the wall, swept past the mountain wall, and slashed at Napuhua's back with a sword, but it was the same scene.

On the contrary, Na Puhua shouted violently, and Zhang San'er was thrown out by his palm.

If one sword doesn't work, the second sword will come!

When Qian Shaoyou's second sword slashed, Na Puhua had already turned around, and the Killing God Sword missed for the first time.

The sword stopped on Puhua's forehead, but it was like splitting fine iron, and it was difficult to descend again.

Qian Shaoyou is murderous, but he has more than enough heart and not enough strength.

Na Puhua glared angrily, his robe was raised, and with only internal force, he shook Qian Shaoyou's entire person away.

At this time, the hundred archers had also arrived, and according to the original plan, these archers bent their bows and arrows one after another, and shot at Puhua in the valley without hesitation.

Puhua felt the hostility, looked up to the sky and roared, the internal force continued to erupt, and the surroundings began to be covered with looming golden gossamers, which were all halos formed by the internal force in the body surging outside the body.

Those arrows were also in vain, although in such a narrow valley, not high from the ground, hundreds of archers shot together, it was enough to describe the flying arrows like locusts, but unfortunately, these arrows without exception were blocked a foot away from Puhua's body, and further on, they could only break off and fall to the ground.

Qian Shaoyou stood up in pain and looked at Mo Ming not far away.

Mo Ming glanced at him coldly, and then looked at Puhua in the valley again.

He was also wondering, this person was like King Kong, where was his fatal weakness?

On the other side, Zhang San'er also struggled to jump out of the valley, and as soon as he landed, he supported the ground with one hand, half-kneeling and panting. Fang Cai's pair of palms seemed to have suffered some internal injuries.

"Who can kill him?" Qian Shaoyou pinned his hopes on Mo Ming.

That Zhang San'er said: "You can't kill it!