Xiao Feng and Murong Fu tried their best, and the old monk just made a casual move like a leisurely stroll, and the gap was clear at a glance.

Murong Fu watched his old father who came back from the dead to be beaten to death by the old monk, and now he was like a mad demon, the extreme of his martial arts, and the power was also quite extraordinary, but the old monk stretched out his hand to block it, and a transparent three-foot wall of qi suddenly appeared in front of him to block all the incoming attacks.

Xiao Feng slapped out with a palm, the sound of the dragon's chant was shocked, and he broke through the qi wall for a while and slapped the old monk with a palm, and the old monk praised: Master Xiao, what a handsome kung fu, the eighteen palms of the dragon are not the first fierce palms in the world... Law.... As soon as he finished speaking, a mouthful of blood stood out.

The old monk waved his hand to force Xiao Feng Murong Fu back, and then let the two of them perform, but they were no longer opponents.

Matthew looked at the old monk's look, and was sure that this was definitely the number one master in Tianlong, a sweeping monk, and his skills were superb, and he didn't reveal how strong he was in the original book!

Xiao Feng saw Matthew's figure, and couldn't help but call for help: Second brother come to help me, this monk killed my father! ”

Matthew's figure swayed and came to him, Murong Fu also looked at Matthew, in the big battle just now, anyone could see that Matthew didn't go all out at all, and now this old monk is not as strong as anyone in the world, I'm afraid that only Matthew can be opposed.

The sweeping monk couldn't help but shrink his eyes when he saw Matthew's light work, knowing that it was not easy to come, so he wanted to explain it as he spoke.

Matthew observed it and said: Big brother, don't panic, the master is treating his uncle's injuries, you take a closer look, the uncle will just be out of a turtle breath state. ”

Then he turned his head to Murong Fu and said: Your father is the same. ”

"Actually, just now I saw that my uncle and the two of them were injured, and it looked like there was a problem with the practice, but I didn't look closely, I don't know why, I think this master knows."

The two of them were shocked in their hearts, and only then did they understand that the old monk had just hit the two of them on the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, which only made them temporarily stop their breath and their hearts from beating, which should be a method for healing major internal injuries. Many people with profound internal skills have practiced the method of "turtle breath", but it is unbelievable to stop breathing on their own, and to slap others to stop breathing and not die. Since this old monk was out of kindness, he could have made it clear in advance that he would make such a big joke, so that Xiao Feng and Murong Fu were so tired that he was furious, and even more tired that he himself was slapped by Xiao Feng and spurted blood from his mouth? Several people's hearts were full of doubts, but seeing that the old monk was engrossed in turning his palm, who didn't dare to ask.

Gradually, I heard that Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo's breathing was loud and low, getting heavier and heavier, and then Xiao Yuanshan's face became red, and then he was about to drip blood, but Murong Bo's face became more and more blue, and he was very scary. The audience knows that one is too strong and the fire is rushing, and the other is full of yin and cold.

Suddenly, I could only hear the old monk shouting: "Duh! The four hold each other, and the internal breath corresponds, using yin to help yang, and yang to turn yin. Wang Baxiong's picture, the sea of blood is deeply hated, all returned to dust, and disappeared into invisible! ”

Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo's four books held each other, listening to the old drink, they couldn't help but tighten their palms, and the internal breath in each person's body poured over to each other, and they understood it to make up for the deficiency, and their faces gradually turned red and turned pale respectively; After another moment, the two of them opened their eyes at the same time and smiled at each other.

Xiao Feng and Murong Fu each saw their father open their eyes and smile, and they were indescribably relieved. I saw Xiao Yuanshan and Xiao Feng stand up together and kneel down in front of the old monk. The old monk said: "You two have gone from life to death, from death to life, what else can't you let go of in your heart?" If Shicai dies now, what other thoughts do you have to revive Dayan and take revenge on his wife*? ”

Matthew looked at this ending and knew that this matter should end like this, and the knot in the hearts of the two had already been untied once in death. The two sons Xiao Feng didn't have any hatred at all, and Murong Fu was thinking about reviving Dayan...

Xiao Feng and Murong Fu went to talk to their father, and Matthew looked at the sweeping monk who took out a broom again and began to sweep the floor, and took a few steps forward and came to him, "Divine monk, be polite." ”

The sweeping monk folded his hands: Amitabha, the donor is courteous. ”

"The monk's skills are all mysterious, the kid dares to ask for your advice, I don't know if it's possible?"

"The donor praised it falsely, Lao Wei is just a sweeping monk in Shaolin Temple, and he deserves the title of a monk. It's the donor's skill that is really shocking, but the monks don't fight with others, so don't want it. ”

Matthew felt a little helpless and had to put on a straight face: Divine monk, let's give it a try, I am curious about what kind of situation the monk has reached! ”

Matthew was not polite, knowing that the person in front of him felt that he was a big master, he took a step forward, stabbed straight with his sword, and the tip of the sword trembled slightly. All spaces around the Sweeper have been locked.

This type of direct stabbing has brought its own swordsmanship to the extreme, which can be called unparalleled in the world!

"Amitabha!" The thin old monk said the Buddha name, and placed the Buddha ritual on his chest with his left hand, and as soon as the voice started, the broom sweeping the floor in his right hand swept out from the bottom up, looking like he usually swept the floor, ignoring the sword that stabbed him.

The broom swept over, but Matthew felt as if a mountain was pressing down. His eyes became solemn, his footsteps slipped, and his figure had appeared on the left side of the sweeping monk, the four-foot green peak was castrated, and the tip of the sword had touched the sweeping monk's robe.

At this time, the sweeping monk's Buddha horn had not yet fallen, his right arm turned, and the broom in his hand drew a semicircle. I slapped it to the left, as if I was swatting a fly.

Seems like a simple action. In Matthew's eyes, the broom was like a train, whistling and crashing into it, and although his sword could pierce the sweeping monk, it would inevitably be hit by a broomstick.

He had no doubt that the broom was on his body. If you don't die, you have to be half-paralyzed.

Matthew shook his body and disappeared from the left side of the sweeping monk, and his figure appeared above the sweeping monk's head like a ghost, spinning in mid-air in the posture of his head and feet.

The next moment. The four-foot Qingfeng was in his hand, one turned into two, two turned into four, and in an instant, dozens of identical sword shadows were differentiated, enveloping the body of the sweeping monk below.

Each sword is so brilliant that it is impossible to tell whether it is true or false.

The sweeping monk's eyebrows twitched, and the broom in his hand had been handed upwards at some point.

But listen to the "bell!" With a bang, the broom and the four-foot Qingfeng struck together, and there was a sound of gold and iron clashing.

Looking from the outside, I saw Matthew in mid-air, in the posture of head and foot, the four-foot Qingfeng in his hand stabbed down, and was held against a broom, incredibly, the four-foot Qingfeng's sword body was slightly bent, but the broom did not move. Matthew was shocked, "Everything can be a sword!?"

Seeing that this blow failed to make a difference, Matthew thought for a moment, then suddenly flew down and flipped over, and then put the long sword in his hand aside, only using his own background and martial arts experience to fight the enemy.