Ku Jun was angry in his heart, he had been the presiding officer of the Potala Palace for more than 20 years, and at this moment, these juniors were afraid of Shi Fan and fled in disobedience, and Ku Jun was almost angry to death!

"Boy, now that you are at the end of the crossbow, what can you do to stop the old man! If you really think that the old man can't do anything about you, then you are very wrong......" Ku Jun said in a low voice, and then waved his sleeves, and his palms once again used the Xuanyu **** palm to slap towards Shi Fan, "The old man only needs not to be touched by your poisonous blood, and he will never die of poison!" Zhang Ruba is just careless!"

Shi Fan saw that Ku Jun pounced regardless of his toxicity, his eyes were full of green light, and he had used the cold qi in his body to suppress the injury in a short period of time, but he had the strength to fight...... The True Martial Sword once again bloomed with boundless green rays and fought with the Ku Army!

Without the help of the monks, Shi Fan's pressure was greatly reduced, even though the Ku army's skills were unfathomable, but he was afraid that Shi Fan's body was highly poisonous, but he could not be retracted wantonly, and even Shi Fan was seriously injured and fought on a par with the Ku army......

Shi Fan is desperate at the moment, all of them are fighting with injuries for injuries, fighting hard to receive a palm from the Kujun, and he also wants to draw a sword mark on his abdomen......

Ku Jun didn't want to die with Shi Fan, and he suffered a lot of hidden losses under the hesitation in his heart! He couldn't help but roar even more angrily, without the slightest demeanor of a monk.

Twenty moves later, Ku Jun's fiery red robe was tattered and bloodstained, but he was not lightly injured under fear. Shi Fan was even more miserable, he was slapped by Ku Jun several times, and his internal organs were seriously injured to varying degrees......

Another slap hit Shi Fan in the chest, and Shi Fan was suddenly knocked upside down and flew out, hitting the pillar of the towering bell tower. At this moment, Shi Fan was already covered in blood, and his white clothes had almost turned into bloody clothes......

Ku Jun laughed miserably: "Boy. You will eventually die at the hands of the old man!" said Shi Fan step by step, and at this moment, Ku Jun only felt that the toxins that had invaded his body were spreading rapidly. However, after being injured by the sword gang triggered by Shi Fan's poisonous demon divine skill, the poisonous gas invaded the body from the sword......

Shi Fan saw that Ku Jun's face had begun to turn blue, and he couldn't help but laugh miserably: "Hehe, Ku Jun! You will die today!" He knew how domineering the toxins in the Mirror Lake of God Destroying Island were, just like Bai Ta just cut off his entire left palm when his little finger was infected by the toxin, and Zhang Ruba was even more stained with a little poisonous blood on his chest, and he died of poison in a few breaths!

At this moment, the toxin in Kujun's body had begun to spread, and after hearing Shi Fan's words, he said with difficulty: "I...... Certain...... Kill ...... first ...... "There are still four or five steps from the place where Shi Fan fell to the ground, but these four or five steps are as close as the end of the world...... Out of reach!

Ku Jun found that the poison had invaded his own heart. It was extremely difficult to take a step, and Shi Fan fell a foot in front of him, but he couldn't reach it...... Suddenly, a wisp of black blood gushed out from the corner of Ku Jun's mouth, Ku Jun wanted to say something, but one mouth was blocked by blood, making a "gurgling" sound, and fell to the ground, looking at Shi Fan who was close at hand. But I only felt that I gradually lost the feeling in my mind, and fell into darkness......

Shi Fan couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he saw that Ku Jun had finally been poisoned and fell three feet away from him. If the Kujun holds on for a few more breaths. I'm afraid it's my own death...... The reason why he disregarded his injuries and exchanged injuries with the Kujun army was to continuously deliver toxins to the Kujun's body.

Although the Kujun knew to avoid Shi Fan, he was under the fight. Shi Fan looked like he was not afraid of death, and he always suffered seven or eight sword wounds. Without time to force the poison, he finally died of poison......

There was silence under this clock tower. The bodies of Ku Jun and Zhang Ruba fell on the spot, while Shi Fan lay in place and slowly recovered from his injuries. Now that the Ku army is dead, even if the monks in the Potala Palace want to take advantage of Shi Fan's weakness to kill him, but under the will of the Living Buddha, without the organization of the Ku Jun, they will not come again......

......

Half an hour later, Shi Fan recovered some of his injuries, stood up, looked at the bodies of Ku Jun and Zhang Luba who had been dead for a long time with a complicated expression, and was silent.

Suddenly, a bell rang from the bell tower, Shi Fan was shocked, and looked at the top of the bell tower, "Dak Qi Master ......" counted the time, but it was time for Dak Qi Lama Nirvana......

Shi Fan didn't know whether he was happy or worried, happy or sad. Since entering the temple, Lama Dakeqi has unreservedly given Shi Fan all his life's efforts, and this respectable old monk who has devoted his life to finding the traces of the Pengcheng built by Boluo Tali finally closed his eyes at this moment.

In ancient times, Yu Boya played the piano in the mountains, but he happened to be understood by a woodcutter who was collecting firewood in the mountains, so they became close friends, not more than Chang Yi, but close friends. Boya was glad to have found someone who understood me, but he didn't expect that a year later, the woodcutter who really understood him would be dead. Boya broke the piano in front of the woodcutter's grave, and was truly sad to have lost someone who really understood him, and moreover, the only one......

Sixty years ago, a young monk who first entered the Potala Palace met a Central Plains guest of almost the same age, and the two hit it off at first sight, but they became lifelong confidants. Because his friend wanted to know a secret that had been reciting martial arts for hundreds of years, the little monk agreed to find out the secret for him and agreed to meet again in three years.

Three years later, the already famous Tianshan Condor came to Tibet again, and the friend Lama read more than 20,000 ancient books, but had not yet found the secret, so he let the Tianshan Condor return empty-handed......

This parting is forever...... Sixty years later, Dakqi Lama has already become the real number one master in Tibet, but he is still waiting for the person who came to him with his piccolo......

The friend of life and death has never been unfamiliar because he has not seen him for decades, but he has waited for a lifetime for an agreement sixty years ago. And the old man on the God Destroying Island said that he was lonely, and he hadn't seen the second person for thirty years, which was indeed extremely desolate. But he has a condor who died for him, and a close friend who is waiting for him thousands of miles away......

Shi Fan retracted his thoughts, bowed silently towards the top of the bell tower, and then turned around and staggered out of the temple...... The corpse of Kujun behind him was still there, looking particularly sad......

At this time, the long night finally passed, the east gradually showed a hint of fish belly white, and the Tibetan plateau showed new vitality...... (To be continued.) )