Chapter 1000： The Poison of Tangmen

The melee was very fierce, and the battle between Tang Sect Master and Feng Wujiang was the most eye-catching.

The hidden weapon of the Tang Sect Master is haunted, while Feng Wujiang's swordsmanship is very open and unparalleled.

The two were evenly matched against Maimang.

Qingcheng and Fozi watched the two of them silently, and after a long time they said, "As expected of the leader of the faction, this battle is really thrilling and dangerous."

Yu Mo smiled lightly: "Sect Master Tang didn't use poison, Feng Wujiang can support it for so long. If he uses poison, hehe, Feng Wujiang will be unlucky."

When everyone heard the words, their hearts were awe-inspiring, but they had to admit that what Yu Mo said was true.

The poison of the Tang Sect is unparalleled in the world, especially when combined with the hidden weapons, it is simply superb, and its lethality is amazing.

"You and Tang Sect Master have known each other for a long time, have you experienced his technique of using poison?" Qingcheng asked curiously.

Yu Mo was surprised, smiled and shook his head: "No."

"I want to experience it." Qingcheng was eager to try.

The Buddha nodded: "Tangmen's hidden weapons and poisonous weapons are unparalleled in the world, everyone wants to learn."

The implication is that the Buddha also wants to experience it.

The eyes of the two naturally fell on Ye Qianqian, and Qingcheng asked: "You are the granddaughter of the Tang Sect Master, do you know how to use poison?"

Ye Qianqian also only practiced the art of using poison, and it can only be regarded as an entry-level. Seeing that the two of them have a challenge, but they can't fall into the prestige of Tangmen, he said: "The two want to give it a try, I will accompany myself. ."

Qingcheng's eyes flickered, eager to try.

Cough cough!

Yu Mo hurriedly coughed and interjected: "Two people, where is Qianqian your opponent. In fact, I know a little about the use of poison. Although it is not as inscrutable as Tang Sect Master, it has some power. ."

"You know how to use poison too?"

Now it was the other party's turn to be surprised, and looked at Yu Mo in disbelief.

"Don't you use a sword?"

Yu Mo smiled shyly: "I understand a little, I understand a little."

The two pondered for a while, and the automatic brain supplement must have been taught by Tang Sect Master, but the power of poison is not enough to know how powerful it is. Yu Mo thought it was too simple.

They shook their heads, obviously they didn't take Yu Mo seriously, and naturally they wouldn't challenge Yu Mo.

However, after Yu Mo's interruption, the two no longer challenge Ye Qianqian.

Ye Qianqian glanced at Yu Mo gratefully, and Yu Mo smiled at her.

"The battle is over." Buddha said suddenly.

Several people looked at the battlefield in unison. Sure enough, although the disciples of the sword sect are powerful, many people in the rivers and lakes are not cowards. After a fierce battle, many of the disciples of the sword sect have been defeated, and only a few people are left to support .

"It seems that your words have worked. The strength of the disciples of Jianzong should be more than that. Naturally, there is a reason for such a rapid defeat." Buddha looked at Yu Mo and said meaningfully.

Qingcheng's pupils shrank, and his heart was horrified.

In just a few words, Yu Mo disintegrated the fighting power of the Sword Sect disciples.

Although they were fighting with their opponents, their combat effectiveness was compromised. These people were tempted by Yu Mo's proposal. If they were defeated, they would naturally be able to enter Jianhu with the flow to visit.

Therefore, they did not work hard enough, causing the situation to deteriorate sharply, and the battle quickly came to an end.

It is not difficult for Feng Wujiang to see this. He is the head of a sect and knows the strength of his own people best. This group of people is clearly passive and slack.

He was furious: "Bastard, what are you doing, stand up and fight me, kill this group of people."

However, with little success.

The Tang Sect Master smiled knowingly: "Feng Wujiang, the overall situation has been decided, no matter how much you say, it is useless."

At the same time, he sighed in his heart, who would have thought that with just a few words, Yu Mo would arouse the selfishness of the Sword Sect and disintegrate the Sword Sect's combat power.

Feng Wujiang was furious and roared, "I fought with you."

Swish!

A sword light pierced through the sky, rose from the sword hall, turned sharply down, and slashed towards the Tang Sect Master.

"I'm not messing with you anymore."

Sect Master Tang said lightly, and with a flick of his finger, a black dot flew out from his fingertips and went straight to Feng Wujiang Mianmen.

Feng Wujiang's pupils shrank, and he shouted, "You use poison."

Jianguang slashed towards Sect Master Tang fiercely, and Feng Wujiang tried to hit Sect Master Tang before the poison hit him.

However, he still underestimated the poison of Tangmen.

After the Tang Sect Master practiced the Poison Sutra, he used the Poison Technique to a higher level and became more and more fascinated.

Therefore, when the black spot had not hit Feng Wujiang, Feng Wujiang thought that it would not cause harm to himself.

However, he was dead wrong.

Feng Wujiang used one hand as a sword and slashed out violently, a sword qi burst out, and the black hit, but did not dissipate, but divided into three, the speed increased greatly, and hit Feng Wujiang silently.

Feng Wujiang was stunned, as if he had been casted a body-fixing spell, and he did not move, only his eyes were round, staring at the Tang Sect Master incredulously.

The Wujiang Sword stopped in front of the Tang Sect Master, and the light of the sword was bright, but it seemed to have lost its strength and could no longer move forward.

The Tang Sect Master stood in front of Wujiang Sword, motionless and close at hand, but Wujiang Sword could not hurt him.

Feng Wujiang was furious, but couldn't do anything, and roared, "Why?"

Sect Master Tang stretched out his finger and gently touched the Wujiang Sword, and with a clatter, the Wujiang Sword fell to the ground.

He went straight to Feng Wujiang and said lightly: "Feng Wujiang, you are defeated. When you framed Yu Mo and me earlier, you should have thought about the consequences of your failure. You are arrogant and you didn't put us in your eyes, which led to all this. , this is the evil fruit you planted yourself, so you can slowly taste it yourself."

"What kind of poison did you use on me?" Feng Wujiang asked in a panic.

"Don't worry, you won't die, it's just that you won't feel good." Sect Master Tang said lightly.

When everyone heard the words, their hearts trembled. It was rumored that the poison of Tang Sect was unparalleled in the world. Many people had no chance to see it. When I saw it today, it really lived up to its reputation. A master like Feng Wujiang was so poisonous that he had no resistance.

What about the others?

Nature is even more vulnerable.

It is no wonder that Tang Sect is still standing. At the beginning, the pavilion master of Tianji Pavilion was arrogant and domineering, and he did not dare to do anything to Tang Sect, and he had to sell Tang Sect Master's face.

This makes sense.

"You..." Feng Wujiang gritted his teeth and was about to curse a few words, but found that he had no strength at all, sweating like rain and pain like bone marrow.

The Tang Sect Master ignored him and said to the crowd: "It's not enough to be afraid of Feng Wujiang, let's go to Jianlu."

Everyone was overjoyed and cheered, and even the disciples of the Sword Sect were elated, and they didn't feel the decadence of losing the battle at all.

"Go, enter the Jian Hu." Yu Mo waved his hand and stood side by side with the Tang Sect Master, passed through the sword hall, and headed for the Jian Hu.

The others quickly followed, and the disciples of the Sword Sect who had fallen to the ground also quickly got up and quickly chased after them.

Feng Wujiang watched this scene, grinned and roared in a low voice.