Fox Demon: Starts with Lu Zu template

After the test just now, he has confirmed the other party's strength.

Absolutely the level of the Great Demon King.

"Master Zhang, be careful!"

Li Chungang reminded him.

Then he slashed out with a sword.

Seeing this, Zhang Fuyao swept his whisk and blocked all the sword lights.

Then he jumped back several steps.

"I also have a trick that I would like the Sword God to appreciate!"

Then he raised his hand, and immediately a phantom palm condensed with Zhang Fuyao's palm as the center.

Then he struck Li Chungang with a palm.

This palm may seem terrifying, but in Li Chungang's eyes it is nothing.

Li Chungang said after easily dissolving the attack with one sword.

"Master Zhang, everyone says that Wudang's swordsmanship is as good as Wang Quan's. I wonder if you would allow me to observe today?"

Hearing this, Zhang Fuyao's face suddenly turned strange.

Because he didn't know how to use a sword at all, he always ended every fight with just one palm strike.

With his strength at the level of the Great Demon King, no one in the entire Taoist Alliance can be his opponent.

So I never used the so-called sword technique.

But Li Chungang had no idea.

In his eyes, Wudang is the only religion that advocates swordsmanship, and the other party is the head of Wudang, so how could he not know how to use a sword?

On the other side, Tushan.

Wudang and Tushan are so close to each other, and Li Chungang and the other man who were fighting against Tushan just now naturally noticed it.

"Sister, something seems to have happened in Wudang..."

Tushan Rongrong came under the bitter love tree, and Tushan Honghong was standing here at this time.

Hearing this, Tushan Honghong looked towards the direction of Wudang.

"Sister, Wudang..."

"Should we go take a look?"

Just as Tushan Rongrong finished speaking, there was a sudden vibration under the bitter love tree.

Seeing this, Tushan Honghong and Tushan Rongrong ran over immediately.

Under the bitter love tree, in an underground palace.

In the center stood a water-blue crystal coffin, inside which lay a dark green figure.

Chapter 66 Master hits his apprentice?!

The mountain wind suddenly stopped and the sea of ​​clouds froze.

At this time, Zhang Fuyao's face looked a little strange, and he didn't dare to look directly at the other person for a moment.

"Master Zhang, what's going on?"

Hearing this, Zhang Fuyao was about to say something when a voice sounded in his ear.

"Fuyao, let me do it!"

However, it was obvious that only he could hear this voice, and Li Chungang still looked at the other party with a puzzled expression.

Zhang Fuyao naturally knew whose voice it was and hesitated for a moment.

"Yes!"

Then Zhang Fuyao closed his eyes, but opened them quickly again.

The moment he opened his eyes, his eyes met Li Chungang's. It was this glance that made Li Chungang feel very strange.

It’s as if the other party has changed.

"Little friend Li, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting. Next, I will use Wudang sword techniques to ask the current Sword God!"

He slowly stretched out his right hand, and a clanging sound was heard.

Along with it came an ancient green sword.

"Qing Ming!"

Seeing the sword in the other party's hand, Li Chungang said in his heart.

And as if it had found its own kind, the Trojan Ox was trembling slightly at this time.

Li Chungang could feel that the Trojan Bull was excited!

Although he was very confused about the other party's situation, the most important thing at the moment was the competition between the two.

At the same time, Aolai Kingdom.

"This is...that bastard's sword?!"

The third young master of Aolai looked towards the direction of Wudang Mountain with a worried look on his face.

"You're old now, just stay in there and recuperate!"

"They are really a worry to me!"

There was a helpless tone in his words.

Immediately afterwards, a figure appeared beside him.

"what happened?"

The person who came was the second in command of Aolai Kingdom, Liu'er Macaque.

Following the other person's gaze, he looked into the distance. "This direction seems to be Tushan, right?"

The third young master of Aolai didn't respond and seemed to be thinking about something.

"Second sister, go to Wudang and don't let that guy die."

Hearing this, Liu'er Mihou roughly understood what was going on.

After all, there is only one person in Wu who can make her, her brother, worry about him.

"Ah."

Then the figure disappeared from the spot, and a golden light flew towards Tushan.

On the other side, there was a dark place with no light or wind, only dead silence.

This is a forgotten abyss where even time seems to have stopped.

Suddenly, two scarlet lights appeared in the darkness, like the eyes of a demon, filled with overwhelming hatred.

“Zhang Sanfeng…!”

The hoarse voice echoed in the void, like a whisper from hell.

"boom--!"

A terrifying pressure suddenly erupted, and the darkness retreated like a tide, revealing a figure sitting cross-legged on a stone platform.

It was a woman, shrouded in black mist, with only her scarlet eyes clearly visible.

Her long hair was as black as ink, falling to the ground, and every strand seemed to contain endless resentment.

She is none other than Feng Qi, the former ruler of Tushan who had disappeared for five hundred years!

Feng Qi slowly raised his hand, black mist swirled around his fingertips, and a memory kept appearing in his mind.

Five hundred years ago, Tushan.

At that time, she was conducting a forbidden research - to find out the power of the Bitter Love Tree, in order to gain more powerful power!

Research naturally has to have a research goal, and her goal is her own sister - Kong Qing!

“Sister…why…” Kong Qing was tied to the altar, his eyes full of despair.

Feng Qi sneered: "Kong Qing, don't blame me."

However, at this moment, a hateful human appeared.

"boom--!"

A sword light fell from the sky, like a punishment from heaven, instantly shattering Feng Qi's fantasy!

In the smoke and dust, a figure in white came walking in the air, with an immortal look and eyes like swords.

Feng Qi's pupils suddenly shrank. She had never expected this.

This little naughty boy who used to follow Lu Dongxuan and was not taken seriously by her has become so strong now!

"You're looking for death!" She shouted angrily, and black mist surged around her, transforming into thousands of evil spirits that pounced on Zhang Sanfeng.

However, Zhang Sanfeng just raised his hand lightly——

"Heavenly Slash!"

The sword light fell like a galaxy, and in an instant, the sky and the earth lost their color!

“Puff——!” Feng Qi’s chest was pierced and blood spurted out!

She fled frantically, and finally escaped into the void with the help of a secret method, barely saving her life.

But the horror of that sword was deeply imprinted in her soul, leaving her sleepless for five hundred years!

When his thoughts returned to reality, the hatred in Feng Qi's eyes became even stronger.

"Five hundred years...Zhang Sanfeng, did you think I was dead?"

She slowly stood up, the black mist wrapping around her like a living thing.

Suddenly, she looked up into the distance——

"Hehe...hehe..." She laughed softly, her laughter full of madness.

"Do you think I didn't leave any backup plan in Tushan? Hahahaha, hahahaha!"

"Wait, wait until I get the power of the Bitter Love Tree..."

"Just wait, I'm going to make your sect a mess soon!"

Feng Qi's voice echoed in the empty space, and a red figure appeared in her mind.

"Miss Honghong, I wonder if you still remember me!"

At the same time, on Wudang Mountain.

Li Chungang's fingertips gently stroked the blade of the wooden horse and ox. The blade trembled slightly, like the roar of a dragon. He looked up at Zhang Fuyao, his eyes burning with fighting spirit.

"Master Zhang, please."

Zhang Fuyao smiled slightly, and pointed the Qingming Sword at the ground. The sword tip did not move, but the sword energy was already flowing, like the yin and yang energies entwined around the sword body.

The stone slabs beneath his feet cracked silently, and the cracks spread out like a Tai Chi diagram.

"please."

Zhang Fu shook.

His sword moves very slowly, yet very fast.

When it is slow, it is like clouds rolling and unrolling; when it is fast, it is like thunder suddenly appearing.

The Qingming Sword drew a mysterious arc. Wherever the sword passed, the air rippled like water waves, and the shape of a yin and yang fish vaguely emerged.

A gleam of light flashed in Li Chungang's eyes, and the Trojan Horse and Ox slashed out!

"Zheng——!"

When the two swords clashed, there was no sound of metal clashing, but instead a long and clear sound like the collision of bells.

Where the swords touched, a visible ripple spread out, and the fallen leaves within a radius of ten feet were instantly shattered!