In the middle of the field, the sweeping monk folded his hands and sighed, "Master Zhang, your martial arts cultivation has reached the realm of transformation, and in time, it will definitely go to the next level, why bother to force each other?" ”

Zhang Xinyi laughed out loud and said, "It's not enough! Far from enough! Monk, please teach me again! ”

As soon as the words fell, Zhang Xinyi's body moved, and when he looked at it again, his figure had suddenly appeared in front of the sweeping monk, and a golden dazzling fist tore through the air and blasted out!

This punch, except for the golden light on the fist body, has no momentum, and there is no change in the slightest, as if it is just an ordinary straight punch, but for the first time, the sweeping monk was shocked.

"Whew!"

A wind sounded, the sweeping monk's sleeves flew, and the blue-gray monk's robe covered the sky, like the autumn wind sweeping the leaves, and the wisps of energy turned into silk, and the layers were wrapped and wrapped around the fist.

The internal force of the two was agitated, and the heroes all felt that the strong wind was blowing like a knife, and the cold invaded the body, as if they had reached the top of the mountain, and the wind was blowing in all directions. The lower martial arts gradually couldn't stand it, and they shrank back one by one, retreating again and again. The martial arts are not afraid of the invasion of strength, but they also resist with their internal strength, which is both surprised and shocked.

The two men actually reversed each other's attack methods. If the sweeping monk just now was a slow and leisurely gesture, fluttering like a fairy in his gestures, chic and elegant, then he is now as fast as lightning, his sleeve robe is fanned out, and the gray shadow is heavy, and the human eye can hardly catch it.

On the other side, Zhang Xinyi's fist was like suppressing a mountain, dignified, thick, and sluggish, and the group of heroes just looked at it from a distance, and felt an invisible pressure coming out of his fist. It seems that what stands in front of him is indestructible and unstoppable!

The fist and the sleeve robe finally touched. A golden circular fist fell like a meteor and smashed into the seven-foot air shield with a thunderous momentum.

The roar of "Boom Boom Boom ......Boom Rumble" The roar of the earth shaking the mountains sounded, and the ground within a radius of ten zhang under the feet of the two of them cracked, cracking one after another spider web-like cracks.

With a dull cracking sound, a thousand-year-old tree with lush foliage collapsed ten meters away, revealing knotted roots and black-brown soil at the bottom, and a terrifying crack spread from under the ancient tree to the feet of the two people facing each other.

The sweeping monk said: "What a domineering true qi." Deserve to be the first in the world! ”

Zhang Xinyi said with a smile: "The monk is not bad, look at the move!" Another punch was raised high and slammed down.

The sweeping monk sighed softly. The sleeve robe was raised, facing Zhang Xinyi like a living thing, and the next moment, the ripples of true qi visible to the naked eye quickly spread. The two of them were shocked. True qi backlashed, and the corners of his mouth spilled blood.

The infinite wind howling caused by the true qi, the typhoon tsunami-like true qi caused the atmosphere to tremble, the earth and rocks cracked, and large swaths of soil splattered out from the ground, hitting the human body, as if being hit by a heavy hammer, and the weaker martial arts among the heroes. I didn't have time to resist at all, and I was beaten by these clods and rocks. Blood flowed everywhere.

Suddenly, there was a flood of mourning on the field, and those who lay directly on the ground accounted for half of the total number.

As the saying goes, the city gate is on fire, and the pond fish are affected, and the power of a blow is as good as this!

After the blow, Zhang Xinyi's figure flashed back, but he smiled happily: "Okay!" That's how it feels. Again! ”

A little toe to the ground, the figure did not retreat but advanced, "choking", the giant sword came out of the sheath, turned into a thunderbolt flash, jumped up, in the void, suddenly flashed thousands of sword shadows, with the power of thunder, slashed down.

The sweeping monk's expression was grim, and he didn't see how he moved, and the person had already fluttered backwards for a few feet. At the same time, the monk smiled on his face, inhaled his true qi, pinched a petal that slowly drifted away, gently put the index finger and middle finger of his right hand together, lifted it, and flicked it forward.

"Buzzing ......" petals turned into a shock, swept through the air, and the swirling petals and sword qi collided violently, and suddenly there was a loud sound like Huang Zhong Dalu, and it was twisted into a rain of flowers by the sword qi, but it also successfully destroyed the sword qi.

"Good! What a trick to break the invisible with the tangible! Lend me this sword again! Chop! Zhang Xinyi laughed loudly, his body turned into a long dragon, and the giant sword slashed down, before the sword arrived, the qi struck first, and a pressing pressure almost cut the person in half.

In the face of the sharp sword, I saw the sweeping monk slowly stretch out a palm, which was brass-colored, the five fingers were like, the palm edge was shining, brilliant as gold, but the back of the palm was gray-green.

The palm of the hand and the blade of the sword touched, and suddenly there was a harsh friction sound like metal intersecting, stirring up countless sparks, only to see the sweeping monk holding the giant sword in his left hand, and the right fist suddenly "exhaled" a straight shot, this punch is like King Kong descending into the world, extremely powerful, and extremely strong.

Zhang Xinyi's face was suddenly like frost, his big hand was open, a trace of golden light flashed true qi condensed on his fingertips, and his right hand grabbed it, and the true qi was agitated and sizzling.

"Fingers! Prajna palm! Donkey Kong Fist! Xuan Lonely as if being shocked, looking at the scene in front of him in disbelief, each of these three doors is the seventy-two stunts of Shaolin Temple, there are many elders and monks in the temple to practice, but no one has cultivated to such a point, in the hands of this sweeping monk, but it is like a living Buddha descending, Bodhidharma is reborn.

Similarly, the heroes were also fascinated, and they all held their breath regardless of good or evil, for fear of disturbing this epic battle. Today's battle can be called the pinnacle of today's martial arts, and the martial arts of the two warring people are enough for them to look up to.

Zhang Xinyi's long sword swept, but when he saw a strange light flashing in the eyes of the sweeping monk, he suddenly felt dizzy in his mind, and the secret path was not good.

Rumble!

In the next moment, Zhang Xinyi's whole person was hit by Donkey Kong's fist, and the power of Wuyi's fist blasted him away like a cannonball, smashing him to the mountain wall next to him.

"Whoa!" Countless rubble remnants fell above the mountain wall, Zhang Xinyi's back suddenly smashed through the mountain, and he fell deep into the mountain wall, his chest and clothes were all broken, and a clearly visible fist mark appeared, which was deeply immersed in the muscles.

Zhang Xinyi tore his shirt and took a deep breath, like a giant elephant hissing, a divine dragon absorbing water, and two clear cyclones appeared in the air, and at the same time, the fist prints on his chest swelled up at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Drink! Again! Zhang Xinyi roared wildly, slammed on the ground, and shot out like a sharp arrow off the string, his palms were about to come out with ice and fire, and the two long dragons opened their teeth and claws and devoured wildly, and the monstrous killing intent came to his face.

"Amitabha, Sect Master Zhang has fallen into the magic barrier, and the old monk will help you liberate." The sweeping monk's eyes flashed like a demon, Zhang Xinyi was dizzy again, and the means of attack couldn't help but stagnate.

The next moment, the sweeping monk's hands slowly patted out, and Shaolin's "Great Compassion Thousand Leaves Hand" was illusionized as a palm shadow in the sky, surging up like waves.

It's just an instant, Zhang Xinyi doesn't know how many palms and how many moves, and his body involuntarily retreats again and again, until he retreats ten zhang away, and his mind is clear.

"Give me death!" With an extremely furious roar, his fists slammed down like thunder and lightning, and the sweeping monk had already prepared, his figure flashed, and he had already swept out of the range of the fist.

"Boom!" The punch was castrated, and a huge pit one meter deep was blasted out on the ground.

After doing this qiē, Zhang Xinyi made a "whoosh", a mouthful of blood spurted out, and a large amount of white smoke suddenly came out of his body, which was the result of the rapid consumption of physical energy, and the peak battle with the sweeping monk finally made him feel the feeling of difficulty for the first time.

At the same time, hundreds of clear palm prints spread all over the body, and although the injuries were heavy, they were full of fighting spirit and their momentum did not diminish at all.

The sweeping monk saw that this person was covered in blood, and he didn't seem to be affected at all, and he was secretly frightened.

Ordinary martial arts people, he was hit by the palm of Qianye just now, and he was either killed or seriously injured, but Zhang Xinyi was hit by hundreds of palms in a row, but he stood tall, like a demon god, this situation is really sad and terrifying.

"Sect Master Zhang is talented, and the old man is impressed. It's just that Sect Master Zhang is too murderous, and the old monk also asked Sect Master Zhang to live in our temple for ten years, so as not to have a bloody storm in the rivers and lakes. The killing intent of the other party was the biggest factor in his decision to keep him.

Zhang Xinyi sneered, not hiding his ambition at all, "The monk doesn't know what to say, when I dominate the rivers and lakes, there will naturally be no more disputes in the rivers and lakes." ”

The heroes here, which one is not a lawless character, not to mention Zhang Xinyi's crazy words, he is very unhappy, scolding again and again, saying that the Taoist monks are here, and they will definitely subdue you, the big devil of Mingjiao.

When the sweeping monk heard this, he shook his head and took a long sip of the Buddha's name: "Amitabha, since Sect Master Zhang is obsessed, he will not blame the old monk for being ruthless." ”

"Not bad! I'm about to learn the monk's tricks! Zhang Xinyi smiled fiercely, roared lowly, and appeared in front of the sweeping monk almost instantly, holding his hands round, his arms suddenly swelled and bulged, and he grabbed the sweeping monk fiercely.

The sweeping monk's eyes flashed, and he looked at Zhang Xinyi's eyes, but suddenly saw a strong silver light flashing, which immediately crushed his pupil technique.

"Do you think the same trick will work for me! Give me, die! ”

Zhang Xinyi laughed wildly, and his fists were like a furious giant hammer, slamming into the chest of the sweeping monk.

Rumble!

Prosperous!!

A gust of wind blew in all directions, and a large amount of smoke and dust continued to rise and sprinkle around the two of them, and it was impossible to see the situation inside. The heroes could only feel the ground shaking under their feet, and they were unsteady on their feet.

After ten full breaths, when the smoke and dust cleared, everyone saw the scene inside.

Zhang Xinyi's fists slammed into the chest of the sweeping monk, but it was only a foot away from his chest, but it was blocked by a bright golden light, and it was difficult to fall again.

"King Kong does not damage the ninth level of the body divine skill!" The three monks of Doom were shocked, throughout the ages, only the Bodhidharma Patriarch had practiced this skill to the ninth layer, and now, this unknown sweeping monk should be added.

However, even King Kong, who is known as the world's No. 1 defense skill, is not idle in the face of Zhang Xinyi's ultimate punch with all his might.

Drops of blood flowed down from the seven orifices of the sweeping monk, dripping like a sinuous snake.

"Divine Monk...... Hurt ......" The group only felt a cold air coming out of his heart, and he could hardly believe his eyes. (To be continued......)