Poor monk Fahai: White Snake, I want you to help me practice.

Chapter 45: Kill with one sword

"Why do you, a monk, want to block our way?"

Zuo Qianhu put away the knife, then frowned and looked at Fa Hai.

The inner vigilance has not been lowered.

After all, Fa Hai was very strong, and he did not dare to let down his guard until he knew the identity of the other party.

"Donor, you are so unreasonable. It was obviously you who rode on horseback and hit the poor monk while running wildly on the road. Now you blame the poor monk for blocking your way. If the poor monk hadn't had some cultivation, wouldn't it be that the poor monk is the one who suffers now? A monk?"

Fahai asked rhetorically.

After being retorted by Fa Hai, Zuo Qianhu was unable to refute for a while.

If you really think about it, it seems that it was indeed their fault.

People said it was just self-defense, a way to protect themselves, and they didn't take the initiative.

"We have urgent business matters and we didn't pay attention to the situation on the road for a while. I hope you can forgive me, Master."

Zuo Qianhu was not an unreasonable person. After hesitating for a moment, he explained the reason to Fahai and apologized to him. By the way, he also called Fahai from monk to master, and his attitude was much more respectful.

"It's fair to say that I didn't see anyone clearly on the road when I was riding a horse. Then why did you attack the poor monk later?"

Fahai continued to ask.

Uh……

This time Zuo Qianhu was completely confused.

"This one……"

But in the end, he bit the bullet and spoke out his true thoughts at the time.

"At that time, I thought the master was a demon monk who could cast evil spells. I simply misunderstood the master."

He has an open heart and a neat manner. He doesn't like to hide things and won't deliberately avoid the topic.

Since the fault this time is theirs, he admits it.

It is indeed their problem that leads to these misunderstandings.

"Amitabha."

"Fortunately, the person I met this time was a poor monk. If it had been anyone else, innocent people might have lost their lives here."

Fa Hai said calmly.

"This mistake belongs to Zuo, and I am willing to shoulder the responsibility."

"is it?"

Fahai's eyes gradually turned golden.

"I won't deceive you. Since you said you will shoulder the responsibility, as long as you take the poor monk's move, the matter just now will be revealed."

In fact, Fahai didn't really care about what happened just now.

What he wanted to see more in his heart was what kind of strength the legendary Zuo Qianhu, the strongest person on earth who fought against demons in a mortal body, was like.

How can a mere martial artist resist demons?

This is his plan.

"Qianhu!"

Zuo Qianhu's subordinates were also looking at him worriedly.

"It doesn't matter."

"Master please."

Zuo Qianhu drew out his long sword, held the sword in both hands, and assumed a defensive posture.

The two stood face to face like this, with a small distance between them.

The golden light in Fahai's eyes was even brighter, the monk's robes were fluttering, and the skin under the clothes also showed some golden color, and a strong oppressive force emanated from his body.

Zuo Qianhu knew that Fahai's cultivation was very strong and he did not dare to be careless. Before he took action, he felt that the pressure made it difficult for him to breathe.

Fahai looked at the other party with a smile on his face, then raised his hand, and the rolling mana condensed in his palm, turning into a golden palm print, which appeared above Zuo Qianhu's head.

The golden palm prints pressed down like the top of a mountain, with a surging momentum.

Fahai's palm is so majestic that he can suppress the world with just a flip of his hand.

The terrifying realm of cultivation is fully revealed.

Powerful magic enveloped him.

It was as if the surrounding space was imprisoned.

This pressure felt like the sky was about to fall.

So strong!

Zuo Qianhu's face became more solemn, and he clenched the long knife in his hand. He knew...if he didn't use all his strength to deal with it, I'm afraid...

Of course, he wasn't worried about dying. He didn't feel any killing intent from Fa Hai's palm, and the other party didn't want to kill him either.

A crack opened under Zuo Qianhu's feet, and with him as the center, the crack spread out like a spider web.

"drink!"

He held a long knife and struck directly at the golden palm pressing towards him.

The sharp long knife burst out with a powerful sword intent, which was extremely sharp.

There was even a ray of sword light in front of the long sword!
"good."

After Fahai saw this scene, he secretly affirmed Zuo Qianhu's strength in his heart.

With this skill alone, this Zuo Qianhu is really amazing.

Just relying on his own physical strength, he has almost reached the innate level.

But... it's not enough!

Fa Hai not only did not withdraw his strength, but also activated his magic power to increase the pressure on the opponent.

If he had only used 1% of his strength before, then now... it would be equivalent to using 2% of his strength.

He definitely couldn't use his full strength.

With all his strength, not even the old Black Mountain demon could stop him, let alone the mortal Zuo Qianhu.

Zuo Qianhu is just a mortal. Even though he is powerful in martial arts, he has not reached the point where martial arts can lead to gods and his body can become a saint.

Fahai was like an Arhat in the sky, standing in front of him. In Zuo Qianhu's eyes, his figure grew infinitely taller.

Like a Buddha.

The air waves rolled.

Sand and dust were flying on the road, and the surrounding weeds and trees all fell into the cracked gaps.

The long sword covered with sword light in Zuo Qianhu's hand resisted the pressure of the golden palm.

The two sides are deadlocked here.

But as time passed, Zuo Qianhu's right foot was half-kneeling on the ground, and sweat was already pouring from his forehead.

No matter how strong his sword is... it is just a mortal sword after all, and it still cannot withstand Fa Hai's magic power.

"Breaking the military!"

"cut!"

"cut!!"

"cut!!!"

Zuo Qianhu also used his own unique skill.

The sword glows with a dazzling white light!

Even sharper.

A soaring sword intent shot up from the sky, forming a sword energy more than ten meters long.

The sword energy collided with Fahai's golden palm, as if it was going to cut off all obstacles in front of him.

boom!
There was a muffled sound like thunder.

Then a gust of wind came up, and the wind was raging and flying sand and rocks.

The sky collapsed.

Things are changing.

The clouds in the sky are drifting away.

Countless trees were chopped down by the burst of sword energy, which was extremely sharp.

The officers and soldiers who were watching the battle were so frightened that they lay on the ground to avoid the sword energy, otherwise... they might have lost their limbs and arms.

"Not bad!"

Fahai's eyes were full of joy, the level of this move... was really good.

To be honest, if a person in the realm of a Hinayana master encounters Zuo Qianhu, he may really suffer a loss and be unable to stop him when faced with this move.

Sure enough.

No wonder you can fight against demons with a mortal body.

Ordinary monsters are no match for him.

After testing this move, Fahai was very satisfied and got the result he wanted.

"Amitabha."

After silently reciting the Buddha's name, the golden palm that was above Zuo Qianhu's head suddenly disappeared, and everything returned to calm...

(End of this chapter)