Xie Yunlu relied on his ability to burst into trouble, and silently handed the two spears to Dong Zhongda's five inches outside his body.

A layer of formless and colorless but extremely tenacious energy appeared on Dong Zhongda's body surface.

The tips of the two spears were only a millimeter away from Dong Zhongda's body, but they could no longer advance an inch.

After that layer of energy blocked the twin spears, it suddenly gave birth to an infinite rebound force, shocking Xie Yunlu and the spears to fly backwards.

Dong Zhongda still didn't turn back, only used the index finger and middle finger of his right hand to point back and point a finger back, and his fingertips shot out a clear and soft finger, like a breeze blowing on his face, white clouds and rolling fingers, which was the "Tianxin Finger" that he relied on to become famous in martial arts back then.

After Xie Yunlu was trained into a bronze man by Hui'an, his own sanity no longer existed, but his spiritual sense became extremely sharp, he instinctively sensed the terrifying power contained in this finger, and instinctively used the "flickering" ability, his body disappeared in the air, and at the same time appeared beside Hui'an.

After Dong Zhongda's finger power fell into the void, it dissipated silently like a spring breeze.

Hui An's face changed, and he raised his left palm and slapped it in front of Xie Yunlu. After this seemingly innocuous palm was struck, a powerful palm power burst out from the palm of the palm, and the palm power exploded in the narrow space within a radius of feet, shaking away the invisible finger force that appeared in front of Xie Yunlu out of thin air, and he was also shocked by the force of the shock and took two steps back.

"What a palm, 'one slap and two scatters'! You're going to take my hand too! Dong Zhongda let out a long laugh, took a step forward with his left foot, and appeared in front of Hui'an across a distance of more than ten meters as if shrinking into an inch, raising his right hand as a chest print, the palm is vast and condensed, as thick as the ground, like the weight of the mountain.

Hui An's expression was solemn, his feet were firmly planted on the ground one after the other, his left hand held the Zen staff behind his back, his right hand clenched his fist and raised it to his chest, his arm trembled and trembled while punching, and the air shook and made a faint tiger roaring dragon roar.

Facing the "Earth Spirit Palm" struck by Dong Zhongda, who was profound and unpredictable, he used the "Great Mighty Heavenly Dragon Fist", one of the three great masteries of his own creation.

A fist and a palm were fixed at a distance of about three feet, and then they saw the three-foot void between the fists and palms twist and vibrate sharply, and then burst out with a thunderclap-like sound, and the two people retreated at the same time.

Dong Zhongda retreated step by step, and while retreating, his palms swung left and right in front of him, turning the raging air flow in front of him into nothingness, and only took five steps back before standing firmly.

Hui An threw his feet off the ground and flew back, and his body was swept into the wild flow of true qi that erupted between the two, although the body that had been tempered by the "Golden Bell Jar" should resist the first injury, but a monk's robe was shaken by the air current, and he looked quite embarrassed.

"What a powerful punch!" Dong Zhongda exclaimed, "As far as I know, Shaolin Seventy-two stunts don't have this kung fu, but I don't know what to call it?" ”

In his previous life, Hui'an created three great schools after returning to the mountain and facing the wall, and when he came out, Dong Zhongda had been captured by the evil demons outside the sky, so he didn't know this way "Dawei Tianlong Fist".

Faced with the most dangerous enemy he had encountered since his rebirth, Hui An naturally didn't care about answering the other party's questions, he slowly raised the Zen staff in his hand, and posed as the starting style of "Endless Sea of Suffering", which created another unique "Compassion Staff Method".

An ancient short sword that was only one foot and four inches long slipped out of Dong Zhongda's sleeve and was gently held in his palm. He flexed the middle finger of his left hand and flicked it at the mottled patina of the sword, and the short sword let out a loud and high-pitched clang, and the aftermath lasted for a long time.

"Although I have been asleep for many years, this sword should be full of human blood today."

The short sword swung out, and the body followed the sword, and the tip of the sword spat out a three-foot-long cold and dazzling lightning, slashing towards the top of Hui'an's head.

The Hui'an Zen staff bounced up, and the moon blade of the staff section spat out overlapping energy, which could neutralize the sword light emitted by the opponent.

When the two used their weapons to fight again, Dong Zhongda's "Great Zhou Tian Sword Technique" evolved the secret of Zhou Tian's operation, and the three hundred and sixty-five style sword techniques cycled back and forth, with no beginning and no end, and a realm of eternal change; And Hui'an's "Compassion Staff Method" hides all-encompassing skills, attacking like mercury and pouring into the ground, guarding like a heavenly grandson brocade seamlessly. After a sword and a staff were matched, they all tried their best to change, and the space within a radius of twenty meters was filled with the shadow of the sword qi staff.

In the fierce battle, Hui An found that Dong Zhongda was very different from the commanders he had seen before, and what he used to support his swordsmanship was not the commander's signature ability, spiritual power, and it was still the purest "Haoran Righteousness" mastery. I haven't seen him for five hundred years, and although this old friend has not yet broken through to the realm of the Faxiang, he has reached the limit of the realm of Liangang, and his cultivation is really profound to an incredible extent. And although he himself used strange things such as aquamarine, golden apple, purple kumquat, and blood orchid to promote his cultivation by leaps and bounds after being reborn, he was still far from the other party.

In the first 100 moves after the fight, Hui An Shang Ke relied on his exquisite moves, rich experience, and even evolutionary mutations to maintain a tie with this strong body tempered by the "Golden Bell Jar". But as soon as the hundred moves passed, it gradually fell into disadvantage. The envoy of the Zen staff in his hand began to appear sluggish under the short sword of the opponent who was far superior to his own cultivation.

As long as Hui'an's Zen staff showed a slight flaw, Dong Zhongda's short sword would immediately take advantage of the gap. Although Hui'an's body is now more refined than King Kong, Dong Zhongda's short sword, which is infused with "Haoran righteousness" and is extraordinary in itself, is also indestructible, breaking through the defense of Hui'an's golden bell jar and cutting wounds on his body.

Although these wounds stopped at the flesh, Hui'an tightened his skin in time to squeeze the wound, and even a few drops of blood did not come out. But as the saying goes, "the embankment of a thousand miles collapses in the anthill", if the other party is allowed to keep adding wounds to him, then the victory or defeat is self-evident.

The Zen staff in Hui'an's hand suddenly erupted, and a series of more than ten staff attacks forced the opponent back a few steps, and then threw the Zen staff away, and pulled out the Xuanyue knife worn on his waist with his backhand.

The right hand clenched the curved hilt, and the blade, which was as black as night and curved as a crescent moon, hung down on the side of his leg, and Hui'an's body began to exude a trace of cold and dead air.

Sensing the horror of the knife that Hui'an was about to attack, Dong Zhongda's face showed a solemn look for the first time, and he raised his arm inch by inch, and raised the short sword in his hand to point at Hui'an.

The figures of the two men moved at the same time, each dragging a string of phantoms, rushing towards each other at an astonishing high speed.

Compared to the two of them, who were so fast that they were difficult to catch with the naked eye, their attacks were extremely slow.

Dong Zhongda's short sword slowly pierced Hui'an's heart, and the simple and clumsy sword faintly revealed a trace of the mysterious meaning that conforms to the principles of heaven and contains the changes in the birth and death of all things.

Hui'an's treasure knife slowly slashed towards Dong Zhongda's neck, and there was a touch of mercy in the murderous awe-inspiring knife momentum that was relieved and freed from the sea of suffering for the rest of his life.

The profound truth of contradictions and unity in martial arts and even in life is undoubtedly revealed in this sword.

Two figures staggered by, standing with their backs to each other a few meters apart.

Dong Zhongda's short sword was no longer in his hand, but penetrated deeply into Hui'an's left chest and reached the handle.

"Tonight, as soon as we say goodbye, the smoke is thousands of miles away. Where is tomorrow morning? Chaoyang Thousand Thousand Peaks. Hui'an suddenly chanted a poem, but this poem was written by Dong Zhongda in his previous life to bid farewell to him, "Poor monk Hui'an, farewell to Brother Zhongda!" ”

"You are actually ......" Dong Zhongda's face was full of disbelief and consternation, but before he could spit out these words, a head rolled down from his neck.