"Amitabha!" The sweeping monk chanted a Buddha name, closed his eyes and did not move, and handed over the initiative to Chen Feng's hands.

Chen Feng is also not polite, after all, he is not sure about the strength of the sweeping monk, and if he loses, it will be a joke.

"Whew!"

Chen Feng took a deep breath, and the internal force instantly spread all over his palms, and before the palm power could be punched out, the majestic roar of the giant dragon sounded in the mountains and forests.

Eighteen Palms of the Ninth Style: Flying Dragon in the Sky!

Roar!!!

A golden dragon phantom slammed towards the sweeping monk with the catharsis of palm power, compared to the size of the dragon, the weak figure of the sweeping monk was like a small sapling in the wind, and it was in danger of toppling at any time.

Murong Bo exclaimed, "Isn't this the unique mastery of the Beggar Gang, the Eighteen Palms of the Dragon Descendant? ”

"What a fierce palm!" Xiao Yuanshan was also amazed, he had seen Qiao Feng's eighteen dragon descending palms, Chen Feng's eighteen dragon descending palms were several times stronger than Qiao Feng's, and the dragon phantom conjured up by internal force was like a real one, it was really powerful!

Chen Feng is self-aware, if he hadn't broken through to the realm of the peak of martial arts, the eighteen palms of the dragon descending and Qiao Feng should be between the two, but after breaking through to the peak of martial arts, it would be different, whether it was internal force or understanding of martial arts, it had reached a higher level, and the martial arts he used would be different.

Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo are waiting to see how the sweeping monk will crack the eighteen palms of the dragon.

I saw that the palm of the sweeping monk turned into a twist, and at the moment of contact with the dragon's phantom, it reversed its direction, and the posture of its fingers was like a woman picking flowers, making it a feminine martial art.

Overcome rigidity with softness!

The dragon phantom suddenly rushed towards the sky, rushed into the air and dissipated without a trace, skillfully dissolving this palm.

Chen Feng's eyes lit up, the sweeping monk just made the martial arts have the meaning of overcoming rigidity with softness, could it be Tai Chi palm?

Wrong!

There is no concept of Tai Chi in this world, so how can there be Tai Chi Zhang? It can only be said that this martial art can be used as much as Tai Chi, but it can't do as much as Tai Chi wants.

What will it be? Chen Feng thought back to the gesture of the sweeping monk just now, and suddenly thought of a palm technique that was not widely spread.

"Tianshan folds plum hands?" Chen Feng couldn't help but speak.

The sweeping monk nodded and admitted, "It is the Tianshan Folding Plum Hand, although the donor is young, but he is knowledgeable, which is admired by the poor monk!" ”

Now Chen Feng is even more sure that there is a great relationship between the sweeping monk and Xiaoyaozi, otherwise how could he break the plum hand of Tianshan, after all, not everyone in this world is like himself, with demonic comprehension ability.

"I wonder if the master can catch my move?"

Before Chen Feng's words fell, one after another sword qi flew towards the sweeping monk, Chen Feng clearly did not hold a sword in his hand, but he was able to use this overwhelming sword qi, except for the "Six Veins Divine Sword", no martial arts could do it.

There are dozens of sword qi that appear, unlike the convergence of the eighteen palms of the dragon descending in one place, the number of sword qi of the six-vein divine sword is so large that the sweeping monk can't dodge it at all, if he uses Tianshan Folding Plum to resist it again, it will be stupid.

Before Murong Bo and Xiao Yuanshan could recover from the one they had just seen, Chen Feng used another peerless martial art, the legendary Six-Vein Divine Sword, which had not been practiced by one for a long, long time.

"This time, how should he stop it?" This question appeared in Murong Fu and Xiao Yuanshan's hearts at the same time.

The sweeping monk finally moved, and his steps were extremely elegant, Chen Feng could see at a glance that he was making Ling Bo microstep, because this footwork himself would also do!

Most of the sword qi was dodged by the sweeping monk with his footwork, and a few sword qi were easily dissolved by him, and the second one was also indistinguishable between the two of them.

"Good footwork!" Murong Bo couldn't help but clap his hands and praise, the agility of that footwork made him unreachable, and he couldn't help but feel admiration in his heart.

Xiao Yuanshan nodded secretly, he hoped that Chen Feng could win, but it seemed that the hope was already slim, and this slim meaning did not mean that Chen Feng would lose, because it was more likely that there would be no winner between the two at all, and it would just be a tie in the end.

Chen Feng couldn't help but re-examine the sweeping monk, this sweeping monk was more difficult than all the opponents he had met before, if he couldn't come up with a better coping strategy, the victory was slim!

But no matter what, you must win!

Chen Feng launched an attack on the sweeping monk again, the offensive was even more fierce than before, this time Chen Feng used many minutes of martial arts, and it was bound to hit the sweeping monk hard!

Suddenly, the clearing was dusty.

The two sides fought together, and the sweeping monk still looked calm and not afraid under such violence, and in the last dozen moves, Chen Feng only cut off a few white beards of the sweeping monk, and found nothing else.

"Wonderful!" Murong Bo and Xiao Yuanshan were fascinated, whether it was Chen Feng's offensive or the defense of the sweeping monk, even the two of them felt that they had benefited a lot.

Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo both had self-knowledge, and if they replaced themselves with anyone on the battlefield, they would probably have been defeated by their opponents long ago.

Even if the two join forces, they will definitely not be able to beat either Chen Feng or the sweeping monks, their understanding of martial arts and internal strength are too terrifying!

"Whew!" Chen Feng gasped, a few drops of sweat fell on his face, this sweeping monk really lived up to his reputation, it was indeed difficult.

The sweeping monk said, "Donor, there is no winner in the battle between us, I can't hurt you, you can't hurt the poor monk either, it's better to stop here, how about a tie?" ”

The sweeping monk's desire to fight was not strong, if it weren't for Chen Feng's aggressiveness, he would not have agreed to fight with Chen Feng, but this battle really made him feel vividly after a long time!

Chen Feng shook his head and said, "No, we must have a winner between us." ”

"Why should the donor be so stubborn, does victory or defeat matter so much? If this is the case, then the poor monk admits that he is inferior to you, and that you have achieved so much at a young age, and in ten years you will surely surpass the poor monk. The sweeping monk opened his mouth to admit defeat, and there was nothing to be ashamed of admitting defeat to him.

Chen Feng took a look at the task bar, and the third task was not completed, which means that even if the sweeping monk admits defeat, he must lose him.

But even if the task has been completed, Chen Feng will not stop there, because the competitive spirit has risen, how can he not distinguish the winner from the loser?

"I'm sorry, Master, this battle has to be won and lost, and that's important to me!" Chen Feng said in his heart.

"Shura's Wrath, on!"

Chen Feng's body underwent some subtle changes, and the most terrifying thing was that the original black pupils turned into scarlet blood pupils, and his momentum soared instantly!

(End of chapter)