Chapter 32 Can you withstand this punch with sixty years of skill?!
The Sword Immortal of Xueyue City supports Thunder Gate, but the support from Anhe has not arrived yet. You can tell who is better and worse at a glance.
Knowing that this bet was wrong, Mr. Tang tried to send Tang Huang and others away, but... this guy refused to let go.
"Now that Tang Xuan and the others are no longer important, is it difficult to let them leave?
This is how King Li Su teaches you to walk in the world and care about every detail?
Considering the old relationship between your master and me, it wouldn’t be a big problem to let them go, right?”
Fang Ping smiled:
"Mr. Tang, you are so...shameless."
"Tangmen and Anhe started a dispute first, but then they saw that the situation was wrong and wanted to run away? How can there be such a good deal in the world?"
"You, the third elder of the Tang Sect, joined forces with Anhe and almost killed Li Hanyi. What do you think will happen if Mr. Li finds out?"
Old Mrs. Tang remained silent.
Fang Ping lifted Long Yuan:
"The underground river is still waiting for me to deal with it. It's time to end it."
"Twenty swords!"
In an instant, the wind and clouds rolled in the courtyard, the sword intent climbed up to the sky, and the murderous aura descended on the city!
Mr. Tang's expression was gloomy, he clapped his hands together, his true energy stirred up, and his whole robe swelled up.
I saw wisps of white vapor rising around his body, his wrinkles slowly retracted, his skin gradually became tighter, and his figure became a bit bigger, similar to the magical powers of Buddhist Vajra.
Lei Yunhe's face changed slightly and he said in surprise:
"Does the Tang Sect have the art of rejuvenating youth?"
"No, this is a way for Mr. Tang to use his lifelong skills to temporarily improve his strength." Lei Qianhu's eyes narrowed, "This is a desperate fight."
"Boy!"
Mr. Tang suddenly shouted loudly:
"Can you withstand this punch that has lasted sixty years?!"
The old man Tang, who was like a king, struck out with one blow, directly facing the killing sword.
"Zheng——!"
The fists and swords clashed, and the sound of gold and swords could be heard.
Fang Ping's inner strength suddenly surged:
"break!"
The sword's will suddenly surged greatly, like a white dragon roaring.
Ruthless sword, killing wave!
This sword is peerless, and it is also fatal!
There were only two soft sounds of "噌噌噌", and two lines of blood shot out from the old man Tang. His true energy was broken by the sword, and half of his arm was swallowed up.
There was a look of horror in his eyes:
"This kid..."
The sword's power surged so high that it seemed to be endless, drowning the enemy in an instant.
"Drink! Get up!"
Mr. Tang shouted violently, his eyes turned white and widened in size. His sixty-year-old inner strength suddenly exploded, and a cone-shaped air mask formed.
The two energies collided fiercely, and the light shone like daylight.
The white light scorched my eyes and it was difficult to open them, and the sword roared like a chirp's ears.
After a few breaths, the sword intent dispersed and everyone regained their vision.
But they saw Mr. Tang standing on his knees, suffering from hundreds of sword wounds. His right arm was missing, and his blood was flowing like a river, but he still had a breath in his mouth.
"Little...zi...!"
Old Master Tang shouted in a low voice, blood foam rolling in his throat, and he was at the end of his strength.
Fang Ping raised his blade to prepare his strength, his eyes like a sword:
"Old man, it's time to pay for your mistakes. Please die!"
"Don't even think about it!"
Tang Huang and the other two people glared angrily, and they actually stood in front of the old man at the same time, willing to block the sword for him.
"Get away!"
The old man yelled, and with a wave of his left hand, his inner strength pushed the three of them aside, and took out the last hidden weapon.
"Heavy Rain Pear Blossom Needle!"
"I can die today, but they can't live either!"
Twenty-seven silver needles were fired at once, and the target was not Fang Ping, but Li Hanyi and Lei Qianhu next to him.
He knew that this hidden weapon couldn't do anything to Fang Ping, but if he wanted to kill a seriously injured swordsman, the leader of the Thunder Sect could do it!
But since Fang Ping is here, he will not let the enemy get what he wants.
"Zi Zi Xin Zhong Sheng Gong!"
In an instant, an illusory golden bell descended from the sky, the golden light of the Thunder Gate Hall shone, and bursts of Sanskrit sounds sounded, as if coming from far away, covering everyone in it.
"Ding ding——!"
There were a lot of crisp noises, twenty-seven times in total, and none of the pear blossom needles hit during the heavy rain.
Mrs. Tang's eyes froze and she stopped breathing for a moment:
"This...Buddhist defensive technique?"
Tang Huang and the other two people also looked stupid. How could a seventeen-year-old swordsman learn Buddhist techniques?
This is unreasonable!
No matter how unreasonable it is, it just happened and it became a fact.
"bass--"
A flash of sword intent flashed forward and struck directly at Old Man Tang's neck. After a two-second delay, a thin line of blood appeared.
The old head moved slightly along the blood line, and then fell to the ground.
Old Mrs. Tang died, but the body didn't have much blood to shed.
"Old Master!!"
"Master!"
Tang Huang and the others roared, their eyes filled with blood and tears streaming down their faces, their grief and resentment reached the extreme.
Fang Ping still had no expression on his face, he only thought about killing Su Changhe.
He raised his sword and said:
"No need to cry, you guys will go down together."
"Sword Immortal, wait!"
Just as he was about to behead him, a young man suddenly stopped him:
"I have something to discuss or trade with the Sword Immortal."
Fang Ping turned around and saw that the person who came was a young boy. He chuckled:
"Are you from the Tang Clan again?"
The latter surrendered:
"Yes, I, Tang Ze, of the Tang Sect, talked to the Sword Immortal about letting us go back to the Tang Sect.
As for the chips...the heroes’ banquet and the lives of hundreds of guests, are they enough?”
Lei Qianhu was shocked:
"what have you done?!"
"A young man with no talent took advantage of the chaos and poisoned the guests with a new poison, and it is extremely poisonous."
Lei Qianhu immediately looked at Wen Liang and gave him a look. The latter instantly understood and a three-tailed scorpion fell out of his sleeve:
"Boss Scorpion, go and have a look!"
The poisonous scorpion swam quickly, stung the nearest guest on the wrist, and then ran back quickly.
Gentle and gentle sniff:
"It's the Red Square Flower!"
Tang Ze nodded slightly:
"Yes, the Wen family is indeed the best in the world in poisoning, but you are the only one here. You can't prepare hundreds of antidotes at once, right?"
As he spoke, he laid out a row of medicine bottles:
"I have an antidote or poison here. Do you agree to the deal?"
Tangze put out more than ten medicine bottles, and the antidote was mixed with poison pills. This was also part of the deal.
"Aoki Sword Immortal poisoned hundreds of guests to death, bringing Xueyue City and Leimen into infamy.
Or let the four of us go and take the old man away, which one do you choose?"
Tangze smiled confidently. Apart from the Wen family boys, the only ones who knew how to use poison were the Tang sect. The hero banquet was hosted by the Lei sect. Each sect had its own problem, and they would naturally come to hold them accountable.
Raimon had no choice but to trade.
Tang Ze added:
"By the way, in addition to letting us go, we must declare to the outside world that Anhe is the only culprit in this accident.
The guests of the Tang Clan were not poisoned, they fought against the underground river reasonably with Leimen, and the old man died heroically, for the sake of the overall situation, so that’s okay, right?”
Lei Qianhu’s eyes sharpened:
"Despicable!"
"Master Hu is right," Tang Ze said, "I'm despicable, but you still have to make a deal, no... ah!"
Before the former finished speaking, he suddenly screamed.
"Tang Ze!" Tang Huang shouted, his pupils trembling.
I saw a wooden sword stuck in Tang Ze's chest, blood was flowing out, and his face was in pain.
With a "plop", he fell to his knees on the ground, looking puzzled and shocked:
"Ahem, Aoki...Swordsman, are you crazy...are you really going to risk the lives of hundreds of guests?"