This terrifying spiritual impact has reached an unprecedented level. Even if a hundred people gather together, they will completely collapse under this impact!

In the painted black space, Zhang Sanfeng suddenly opened his eyes, and a boundless Tai Chi diagram appeared in his eyes. The Tai Chi diagram slowly rotated, with an invincible momentum to resist everything.

Under the erosion of this momentum, the spiritual impact slowly slowed down.

Finally, when it came to Zhang Sanfeng, the impact force completely dissipated.

At the same time, Basiba's face changed and she vomited a mouthful of blood. The scene immediately changed. When she returned to the top of Kunlun Mountain, Basiba took a few steps back, and blood flowed down from the corner of her mouth!

"You won!"

Basiba let out a long sigh, with infinite nostalgia for this world in his eyes. If he loses, he will soon die!

Zhang Sanfeng stood up and looked at Basiba lightly, "As a master, you die as yours. After you die, I will bury you well!"

As a master of the generation, Basiba is worthy of his respect even if he is a national teacher in Mongolia. Martial arts are not distinguished from national boundaries.

"Mongols are cruel and unkind. They will kill my disciples in the Central Plains. Sooner or later, they will be expelled from the Central Plains. You Basiba will not be able to stop the general trend of the world!"

Zhang Sanfeng looked at Basiba who was severely injured, and the aura on his body became stronger. Pure Yang Wuji Gong was running wildly at this time, and an invincible will rose from Zhang Sanfeng's body, which was extremely terrifying!

"Zhang Sanfeng, you have come to an end in the martial arts road. Soon, you will follow me!"

After Basiba said the last sentence with difficulty, his head suddenly sank and passed away! There was no more breath.

At the moment when Basipa died, there seemed to be lightning and thunder in the nine heavens, as if to commemorate the departure of this Mongolian master.

Looking at the dead Basiba, Zhang Sanfeng finally took a few steps back, groaned, and a few traces of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

Although he won the battle just now, he was seriously injured. However, he was even better between the two. Even Basiba's mental attack was useless under his invincible Tai Chi defense!

After burying Basiba on the spot, Zhang Sanfeng let out a deep breath and then looked at Kunlun Mountain.

This Kunlun Mountain is a holy place for fairy mountain and buried here. He felt that it was not insulting the great Mongolian master Basiba.

After the burial of Basiba, Zhang Sanfeng did not go down the mountain as soon as possible, but began to breathe.

Although he was not seriously injured when he fought Basiba, he was also slightly injured. Although he relied on his century-old true power to resist Basiba's Dragon Elephant Prajna, he himself was also injured.

At this time, there were already gathering various sects at the foot of Kunlun Mountain, and there were even many masters from Mongolia, and Sangge was also among them.

Although he broke his arm, his expression was still majestic. His eyes swept over, making people afraid. Only when he looked at Kunlun Mountain would a few traces of worry flash.

Next to Sanger is Wudang Mountain, and all the seven Wudang heroes are here.

Wu Feng, Zhang Wuji, Song Qingshu and the other two were also present. Looking at the martial arts masters around them, the three of them were shocked.

Especially Wu Feng, his pursuit of martial arts is even more serious. One day, he will surpass these people and reach the level of his master. No, he will continue to move forward like his master!

"Most of the day has passed, and the winner should be decided!"

A man in the martial arts world looked up at the endless top of Kunlun Mountain and couldn't help but say.

"Yes, most of the day has passed, and the winner will always be decided. Zhang Zhenren and the Mongolian national teacher are both top people in the world. Even so, most of the day will be enough to decide the winner!"

A trace of worry flashed across Song Yuanqiao's face. Although his master was unfathomable, Basiba was definitely not weak.

If you have been a national teacher in a country for more than 50 years, you can see this strength!

"Don't worry, senior brother, Master has never encountered an opponent since that time. This time, it will definitely be the same as before!"

Zhang Cuishan had no doubts about Zhang Sanfeng. His master was always the most powerful. Then he looked vigilantly at Sange on the side. Is this person the eldest disciple of Basiba?

Zhang Wuji and Song Yuanqiao both looked at Zhang Sanfeng worriedly, and the anxious look on his face could not be suppressed, only Wu Feng did not speak.

His heart was as heavy as others, but he did not show it. His heart had more and more stringent requirements for himself.

Now he is not able to help his master with his ability. In the future, anyone will block his master.

Wu Feng clenched his palm tightly, and even traces of blood fell down in his palm!

Wudang Mountain is full of heavy weight, and it is hard to live in Sange. Sange knows very well that his master, his master, has never been able to win or lose in the past few decades.

Thinking of his master's methods, a trace of fear flashed across Sangge's face. That time, he practiced the Dragon Elephant Prajna Technique to the tenth level and was full of energy, but under the master's move, he could not stop for a quarter of an hour!

Time passed, and in the blink of an eye, it was from the scorching sun at noon to the morning glow of the evening!

Zhang Sanfeng finally came down from Kunlun Mountain. His expression was faint. Although there was a trace of blood on his Tai Chi robe, it did not affect his entire immortal spirit at all.

"Master is coming down!"

Wu Feng, who had been staring at Kunlun Mountain Road, shouted loudly when he saw Zhang Sanfeng, and everyone was shocked to turn their eyes to him!

Sure enough, under the gaze of everyone, Zhang Sanfeng walked down the Kunlun Mountain Road step by step and soon came to everyone's side.

He first nodded to Song Yuanqiao, then turned to look at Sangge. The smile on his face disappeared faintly and turned into a hint of loneliness. "The National Master Basiba has been buried on Kunlun Mountain. Kunlun Mountain is in my Central Plains, which is a famous mountain and river, the ancestor of all veins. The top of the mountain is a first-class place to go. Burial on Kunlun Mountain, Basiba is extremely satisfied!"

Before Zhang Sanfeng could finish speaking, an uproar broke out around him.

The Central Plains Martial Arts and Mongolian sects all looked at Zhang Sanfeng incredible, especially those Mongolian sects. Looking at Zhang Sanfeng's eyes, there was a terrifying light!

Basiba was so strong that he firmly sat on the throne of the first imperial imperial commander of Mongolia, and it lasted for fifty years.

In the past fifty years, it was not that no one came to challenge them, but these people had only one end, that was, death, and all died at the hands of the Great Master Basiba!

When everyone thought of this, they looked at Zhang Sanfeng with even more fear. Their invincible great national master actually died easily in the hands of this man. In the future, how did their Mongolian forces fight against the Central Plains Martial Arts?
Chapter completed!