Fighting Po: From the Outbreak of Poison

Chapter 83 Sleeping
"Third Aunt, is there a way?"

Sanshang's voice was heavy, and his expression was serious. He also felt bad about this weird thing, and said, "Do you need my help?"

"There is a way, but I don't need your help, just keep this Ghost Poison Sect well."

Third Aunt Jian held the long sword on the ground, her eyes were cold and stern, and her fighting spirit surged wildly, as if she was desperate.

"you"

Sanshang frowned, vaguely guessing what the former was going to do, just as he was about to speak, he was randomly stopped by a woman beside him.

"I'm here, little Sect Master and Ghost Poison Sect, I'll leave it to you."

Third Aunt Jian's eyes were stern, she turned her head to look at Su Chen, and said, "Remember what you promised me."

Seeing Su Chen nodding her head in agreement, her figure rose straight up to the sky.

When Sangu Jian flew out, Sanshang took a step to the side and stood in front of Su Chen, his breath spread to protect Su Chen and himself, and then his dull voice sounded.

"Nineteen, call out those who can still move, don't let the sect be destroyed."

Within ten breaths after the sound fell, dozens of figures flashed out of the Ghost Poison Sect, all kinds of energies surged, covering the space of the Ghost Poison Sect overwhelmingly.

A look of shock appeared on Su Chen's face, this was the first time he had seen such a battle!

"San Shang, what's the situation?"

A few voices sounded, followed by silence.

At this time, Sangu Jian had a figure like a sword, with a long blue sword in her hand, with thousands of bodies.

In the midair, the blue sword shadow covered the sky and the sun, like a sword array.

The black shadow raised his palm, and endless saber energy seemed to sweep out from the void, enveloping his figure like a knife.

Obviously, under the coercion of Jian Sangu's move, he also felt a sense of crisis with oppression.

"Thousand Sword Art, Lingxu Suppressing Demon Sword!"

The energy of heaven and earth, like the tide, frantically flows into the long sword in Sangu Jian's hand, and the sharp aura seems to smash this space into pieces!
No wonder she wanted Sanshang to protect the Ghost Poison Sect well. This time, it was faintly beyond the category of Dou Zun, and this sword move could no longer be included in the ground level!

Su Chen's heart trembled violently, and a look of horror appeared on his face.

In the next moment, the long sword slashed down amidst countless gazes, and with a raging sword energy, it slashed at the black shadow.

Down there, in the black shadow's hand, the black mist also condensed into a black knife, which looked exactly like Su Chen's Ghost Emperor Tushan knife.

Putting the black knife on the ground, rolling the knife's air, bringing up endless black mist, and facing the three aunt Jian who came to kill him.

In an instant, the two collided!
boom!
The ferocious aftermath spread wildly, where the two touched, the space collapsed. At this moment, the pitch-black void collapsed again before it could be repaired!
"Give me the town to kill!"

The momentum of the sword on the blade gradually weakened, and Third Aunt Jian's eyes became fierce, and she slapped her chest heavily with her palm, and then, a small amount of blood essence in the body sprayed out and landed on the blue long sword.

The blood light soaked the green light, and the sword's momentum rose violently again, and between falling and falling, it actually suppressed the black knife bit by bit!

boom!
There was another loud noise, and there was smoke and dust everywhere, and the originally good square was now a mess, with countless gravel flying out.

"Cough cough."

A violent cough sounded, and everyone followed the sound, and saw Sangu Jian leaning against the stone statue, the long sword in her hand was already dim.

"How is that guy?"

Su Chen was the first to react, looking at the deep pit revealed by the falling smoke.

"San Shang, the power of this thing is not much left, it will be sealed soon."

Third Aunt Jian's weak voice sounded, making everyone alert again.

When Su Chen turned his head again, San Shang's figure had disappeared. Above the huge pit, a figure stood in the air, and a huge formation spread out.

"Heavenly Spirit Art, the Map of Sealing the Heavens in Hundred Desolations!"

The formation rotated, and then quickly suppressed it, not giving the black shadow a chance to breathe.

"This thing is at least heaven-ranked!"

Su Chen supported his knees with trembling palms. This day was really shocking.

After doing all this and ensuring that Sombra has no chance to come back again, Sanshang's face fell in defeat, and he walked to the former side, squeezed out a smile, and said.

"Little suzerain, go to the main hall to rest."

"Third Aunt, Uncle Sanshang, you two?"

Looking at the two pale-faced people in the hall, Su Chen couldn't help but worry.

"In the future, I'm afraid I won't be able to stay by the little suzerain's side for a while."

Sanshang's face turned bitter, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and it took him a long while to speak.

"The energy stored and recovered in the body is almost used up. Sealing things related to Emperor Dou is not easy. Although the strength of that thing is less than one ten-thousandth of Emperor Dou, it is not something that we can easily suppress in our current state."

After a pause, he continued: "In five years, you must find Ghost Emperor Tu Shandao, otherwise, this Ghost Poison Sect will definitely be destroyed!"

The last sentence is very dignified and solemn.

"Little Sect Master, I wonder if I can ask you to do something for me?"

After hesitating for a moment, Sanshang lightly patted Su Chen on the shoulder, forced a smile, and said, "If I can't wake up in the future, help me send this thing to the Spirit Race."

"Spirits?"

Su Chen's body shook, his voice was low, and he said, "One of the eight ancient clans, the spirit clan?"

"Oh?"

Sanshang was slightly stunned, and suddenly laughed, "So the little suzerain knows, he really deserves to be the suzerain of my Ghost Poison Sect."

After the laughter fell, he stuffed a delicate short blade into Su Chen's hand in front of him. After doing this, his fingers stiffened a little bit.

The eyes were dyed gray, and San Shang's smiling face was fixed in this hall.

Not long after waking up, he fell into a deep sleep again, and the hall fell into a kind of sad silence.

"Cough cough."

The hoarse voice suddenly sounded, startling everyone, they all looked at Sangu Jian, who was beside Sanshang, and saw the black blood that had vomited all over the floor.

"Little Sect Master, I'm afraid I won't be able to live long. My blood is exhausted, and the vitality in my body is almost gone. If it weren't for the strange array under the Ghost Poison Sect, I would have lost my soul long ago."

Two mouthfuls of black blood spewed out again, wrinkles gradually appeared on her face, and her face that was originally considered young was now countless old.

"Little Sect Master, you can help me hand over the Qianshui Jasper Sword to that boy Su Jiuge."

Pointing to the blue long sword leaning against the chair, Third Aunt Jian closed her eyes and hummed a little song softly.

The voice was slightly hoarse, revealing endless sadness and desolation, and seemed to be full of longing for someone.

After a long time, the sound gradually stopped, and the world returned to silence.

Su Chen picked up the long sword, put it in the ring silently, glanced sideways at the black shadow sealed under the square, and slowly clenched his fists.

"Seniors, bury Sangu."

There was some loss and sadness in the voice, and Su Chen's figure gradually faded away.

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