Xiao Feng was repelled by the old monk's palm, and he also knew the gap between the two sides, so he couldn't help but shake his head, and walked back to Ah Zhu's side directly. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Everyone, you look at me, I look at you, but no one spoke up for a while.

"I'm coming!"

The Oriental Sect Master smiled, shook his big sleeves, and walked over, "It's itchy for a while, I really want to learn the monk's high skills." ”

As he spoke, he flicked his fingers, and a silver light flashed through his fingertips.

The thin old monk raised his snow-white eyebrows, brushed the broom in his hand, and gently opened the silver needle.

The Eastern Sect Master was not angry, but said with interest:

"Come again!"

As he spoke, he moved under his feet, turning into a blurry afterimage, ghostly and deceiving himself.

At this time, Dongfang Xiaoyu's martial arts have been completed, and there is no other, only the word "fast"!

If you want to talk about the strength of a person's martial arts, it is roughly divided into two parts: internal force and moves, which complement each other and are indispensable. But in general, martial arts moves are more important.

For example, although the internal strength of the Eastern Sect Leader is not as good as that of those who like to absorb people's skills, but in terms of light skills and the speed of moves, they can't catch up with the horse, so they are firmly suppressed by the Oriental Sect Leader and can't raise their heads at all.

If the two sides duel one-on-one, they will almost only be hanged.

At this moment, her feet moved, obviously she was still dozens of meters away one moment ago, and the next moment she came to a foot in front of the sweeping monk, and the silver needle in her hand was pointed directly at the throat of the other party.

"What a light effort!"

"What a light effort!"

Guo Jing and Xiao Feng praised at the same time, and the two glanced at each other, quite sympathetic.

The old otaku Feng Qingyang, who was standing on the sidelines watching the battle, changed his face for a while, and finally sighed imperceptibly.

Even the sweeping monk was slightly startled, and shock flashed in his eyes when he looked at the Eastern Sect Master, this ghostly light skill was enough for him to pay attention to.

The Dongfang Sect Master missed the blow, his body shook, and disappeared directly in place, and when he reappeared, he had reached the side of the sweeping monk, holding an embroidery needle in both hands, and stabbed the old monk's left ear.

The sweeping monk moved slightly, and waved the broom in his hand with his backhand, this time with a light brush, but it seemed to be natural, without a trace, just the right peak and the silver needle came to a real contact.

Just listen to "Ding!" With a crisp sound, the embroidery needle in the hand of the Dongfang Sect Master directly collapsed, and she herself couldn't help but take two steps back.

Although the Oriental Sect Master uses the embroidery needle as a weapon, it is also like a hidden weapon, incredibly fast, but at this moment, he has the illusion that he is hitting up. As soon as the two fought, Dongfang suffered a small loss, allowing Xiao Yu to see the extraordinaryness of this old monk again.

The Oriental Sect Master's gaze at the old monk also became solemn, and he exclaimed: "Good martial arts! What a deep internal force! ”

At this moment, she already understood that the opponent's martial arts were not weaker than herself, the tricks were also wonderful to the peak, and the internal strength was even deeper, and she couldn't think of a way to win for a while, so she started to fight with fast again.

The two fought each other, but they were completely polar. Dongfang Xiaoyu was wearing red and bewitching clothes, turning into a red shadow and flickering, but the sweeping monk was like a green pine coiled roots, the old monk sat down, walking in place like a leisurely stroll, and a closer look could find that his steps were as heavy as the earth, and as light as soft water, but the front and back only moved between square inches, but it could make the Dongfang Sect Master have no inch.

One was red-clothed like fire, the other was white-clothed like frost, and the two of them started a melee outside the main hall of this Hidden Scripture Pavilion.

The eyes of Xiao Wu, Guo Fu and others have gradually been unable to keep up with the movements of the two, even the rest of them must also concentrate on watching carefully in order to see some of the movements of the two clearly.

The robe was dressed, embroidered with a dragon pattern and a phoenix, and the majesty of the Oriental Sect Master was revealed, and with a shake of the silver needle, he dodged and pounced on the sweeping monk again, and said:

"Old monk, be careful!"

It can be seen that she is quite excited now, after all, it is rare to meet such a tough opponent, and the opponent rarely fights back, most of them let her attack like a target.

The figure of the Eastern Sect Master disappeared in a flash, and when he reappeared, he was transformed into four almost ordinary figures, besieging him from all directions.

This move must be one of the killer features of the Dongfang Sect Master, the sweeping monk obviously hesitated, although it was only a short moment, but Dongfang Xiaoyu seized the opportunity and stabbed the opponent's arm with a needle, and blood flowed out at the time.

"Amitabha." The old monk was unconscious, lowered his eyes, and recited the Buddha's name in a low voice.

However, when the Eastern Sect Master deceived him again, the old monk stepped out suddenly, and if he didn't move, it was like a majestic mountain pressing towards him, which made people unable to resist at all!

At his feet, a lifelike Buddha Fury Lotus quietly bloomed, although it was only a true qi transformation, but people couldn't help but want to indulge in it.

However, this beauty is deadly, and once anyone indulges in this beauty, then death is probably not far away.

Dongfang Sect Master's face changed slightly, and he was alarmed in his heart, and he flew back without saying a word, those illusory lotus flowers were simply transformed by the surging internal breath of the sweeping monk, once they were close to him, they would inevitably turn into a terrifying attack, even if Dongfang Xiaoyu was conceited, he was unwilling to take this attack, otherwise he was very likely to be injured by heavy injuries.

The sweeping monk walked forward step by step, and there was a blooming lotus under the feet of the place where he passed, and there was a strange beauty of giving birth to a lotus step by step.

The Eastern Sect Master could only retreat again and again as if facing a hedgehog, but she quickly let out a clear whistle and began to fight back, only to see her wave her hand, and there was actually a rainstorm of pear blossoms made by silver needles in the sky, pouring down.

At this time, the sweeping monk suddenly raised his head, took a sharp breath, the monk's robe was shaken, and the faint roar of the sea tide sounded in everyone's ears!

"Roar!"

The sound was obviously spit out of the mouth, but it was like a thunderbolt exploding in the clear sky, making people's eardrums buzz.

It can be clearly seen that with the mouth of the sweeping monk as the center, a translucent and invisible shock wave was transmitted in an instant, as if the boulder fell into the water, setting off a stormy wave, and then erupted like a ripple, almost sweeping in all directions!

The silver needles in the sky suddenly blew away from the rain and wind, and even Xiao Yu and the others, who were standing in the distance, felt that their scalps were numb and their minds were lost, and they couldn't wait to cover their ears.

Guo Jing sighed and exclaimed: "The lion roar of the Buddha Gate has reached the realm of transformation, and it has the potential to swallow mountains and rivers, and I can't do it." ”

Previously, everyone only knew that the strength of this old monk was very strong, but they did not have an accurate concept, but now this long howl made everyone know his horror.

Dongfang Xiaoyu was too close, although he tried his best to dodge, he couldn't avoid the attack, as if he was hit by a sledgehammer, he couldn't help but snort, and stretched out his hand to cover his mouth. When he took his hand, there was a pool of bright red blood in his palm.

"Donor, I have conceded."

With a roar to retreat from the enemy, the sweeping monk once again returned to the appearance of the thin old monk, and started the low-key pretending mode. (To be continued.) )