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In the smoke and dust, the two figures are like butterflies, sometimes they are dipped away, sometimes they are entangled, between their gestures, they are all carefree, and the terrifying energy does not overflow at all, but is pulled by each other's qi, forming a cold storm of several zhang size outside the body of the two people.

The two fought all the way, all the way to the middle of the mountains, and everywhere they passed, the stones shattered the ground, and the grass and trees were all different, like a moving natural disaster.

The fight between Mo Qingge and the sweeping monk is no longer limited to fists, claws, fingers, legs and feet, every inch of the body can be turned into an offensive weapon, and the use of foreign objects is even more unimaginable to ordinary people!

A flower and a leaf, a grass and a tree, a sand and a stone, a drop of water and a drop of water, all erupted with terrifying power in the hands of the two of them.

In the mutual attack, the sweeping monk will be seventy-two stunts of the subtle and subtle interpretation of the incisive, every high-five, punch, finger, all contain the charm of other stunts, can be described as a law through ten thousand laws, wonderful to the peak, exhaustive.

The miraculous skills that the Shaolin monks are proud of, in front of the sweeping monks, are simply toddlers, not worth a moment.

Mo Qingge's eyes were endless, magnifying the spirit and soul to the extreme, in the hand-to-hand, constantly absorbing the subtleties of the sweeping monk's moves, coupled with his own perception and experience of Shaolin seventy-two stunts, the two ideas were intertwined and collided, for a while, the spirit was like a tide, and the ideas were full of ideas.

Passing through the vast jungle, the two came to a clear lake, the calm lake was stirred by the air engine, and the water column exploded one after another, splashing and gushing, and the water flow under them was pulled by the strong qi storm, and it spun up at great speed, turning into a tornado and rushing into the sky, completely engulfing the figures of the two.

The rumbling sound continued, and after a few moments, a tornado vortex several feet in size collapsed and dispersed, and two figures flew out upside down.

"Innate Broken Body Formless Sword Qi!"

A strange flush appeared on his face, Mo Qingge forcibly suppressed the churning qi and blood in his body, and let out a long roar when he looked up to the sky, and the cold and sharp sword qi of the forest continued to shoot out from the hundred veins and acupoints, just like the Yangtze River, mighty and mighty, pouring for thousands of miles!

The sword qi is in the air, and it is all over the world!

The sweeping monk who had just stabilized his body only felt that there was cold light as far as his eyes could see, and the cold light of the sword qi was shining, even if the spring was melting now, but under the shroud of the cold sword light, it was like a cold autumn.

"Amitabha!"

Chang Xuan a Buddha horn, sweeping the monk's breath through the ten fingers, suddenly raised, the fierce and uncast strength end to end, stretched out a thick wall of high walls and barriers, with Mount Tai with the domineering momentum of the North Sea, towards the sky sword qi sideways.

Jingle ......

The sonorous sound of gold and iron sounded one after another, and the entire lake surface was bounded by a thick wall of qi and a wave of sword qi, stacked and lined up on both sides, suddenly revealing the lake bed below, and the silt deposited at the bottom of the lake was lifted by the qi, staining the clear lake surface with filth.

With a deafening loud noise, the sword qi and the qi wall collapsed at the same time, and the scattered qi fell on the surface of the lake that rolled back, blooming one after another crystal splashes, and the flowers bloomed instantly, and then turned into droplets of water and fell.

Mo Qingge flicked his sleeves, and the water droplets scattered in front of him stagnated slightly, and then dragged the slender and long water light, shooting out of the air, and the ripples in circles were swinging one after another, and the water droplets vibrated the airflow with an amplitude that was difficult to see with the naked eye, emitting a mighty sound.

Dripping water!

At this moment, what the sweeping monk saw was the undulating ocean, and what he heard was the roar of the sea.

This feeling only stopped in the heart of the sweeping monk for a short moment, and then disappeared, gently raising his thin hands, the sweeping monk pushed a few palms towards the oncoming water.

The palm power is empty, and the power of King Kong is hidden in nothingness!

With small and large, Na Sumeru between mustard seeds is the means of Shaolin stunt Sumeru Mountain palm, and this is not contained, hidden in the palm of the hand is the sweeping monk will be like the palm, Sumeru Mountain palm, strong King Kong palm and other palm skills after the integration of several kinds of palm skills created originally.

The palm power went out of nowhere, and came from nothing, just right to intercept the seemingly unchanged, but in fact ever-changing water droplets!

The water droplets collided with the palm force, as straight as the boundless sea shaking the sacred mountain of Sumeru.

After a short silence, the air churned endlessly, sweeping and spreading out like a hurricane, and with a single blow, the Sumeru Divine Mountain stood still, and the boundless sea was empty!

Seeing that after the destruction of the water droplets, he still carried three points of power to break through the air, Mo Qingge couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, since the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, so far, he is still the first time to lose the opponent's move in a tough fight, under the shock of his heart, the fighting spirit does not decrease but increases, and the rise is wild.

Shen fist on the side of the waist, Mo Qingge tread the water, the figure is ethereal and unpredictable, swift and inexplicable, like the breeze on the river, the bright moon in the mountains, calmly avoided the palm blockade, and transformed into a blurred figure.

In an instant, the small half of the lake was densely covered with Mo Qingge's figures, each figure was like Mo Qingge, bending his arms and sinking his fists, his fists were hidden but not exposed, firmly locking the sweeping monk in the distance.

The invisible general trend is pressing, and the sweeping monk suddenly has a feeling of being alone in the face of thousands of troops, and Rao is his pure and ethereal state of mind can't help but ripple again.

The figure flickered rapidly, and when he was about five zhang away from the sweeping monk, Mo Qingge's long-standing fist strength had only reached the pinnacle of not vomiting or being unhappy.

One punch is out, a thousand punches follow!

The explosive fist power is like a storm breaking the shore, the vicious waves swallow the boat, and the lake water is attracted by the fist, stacked layer by layer, like a mountain wave, and slaps towards the sweeping monk.

Mo Qingge's current attainments in martial arts have long been out of the fence of Xuan Shuifeng, and he has reached the mysterious realm of taking advantage of the trend and innovating from time to time.

It is a pity that there is no established move in the world boxing scripture, the core gist is only the three words "shape", "meaning", "potential", pay attention to the form of condensation, gather potential with intention, and give shape to potential.

At present, the figure is like a tide, the fist is like a tide, and the lake is also like a tide, the three converge together, like a monstrous flood when the end comes, and there is no more good as water, only pure destruction, in addition to destruction, or destruction!

In the face of such a terrible and terrifying punch, in addition to summoning up courage and riding the wind and waves, any defense and avoidance will end up in a ruined boat.

A trace of amazement flashed in the eyes of the sweeping monk, he has lived for nearly a hundred years, and it is the first time he has seen such a terrifying boxing technique.

With a deep voice, the amiable face of the sweeping monk changed suddenly, between the fierce eyebrows, the eyes shot three feet of gold, showing the angry eyes of King Kong, the resentment of the king of Ming, the five fingers gathered together, and the ancient and unpretentious punch immediately burst out.

The two fists collided, and the sweeping monk only felt that the opponent's fist was majestic and infinite, and in the muffled snort, the figure fell irrepressibly and flew out, and retreated directly to the shore of the lake.

Mo Qingge let out a long laugh, his figure turned into a fleeting smoke, and between his breaths, he had already crossed the lake, and his fingers broke through the air and shuttled, pointing at the vital points of the sweeping monk's body.

The sweeping monk who had just suffered a big loss was not in a panic, his hands were like pushing and grinding, and his strength enveloped the Quartet, blocking all his fingers.

The next moment, the two sides trembled together again, fighting and leaving!

After half a pillar of incense, three miles to the west of the lake, on a steep and straight high cliff, two figures soared up like smoke clouds.

The rock wall that has been beaten by wind and rain all year round has long been stronger than gold and iron, but in the fierce battle between Mo Qingge and the two with the power of wind and thunder, the stone chips that were scattered were scattered, and the potholes and holes were connected into a line, and as the figures of the two continued to climb, they went straight to the top of the mountain.

An earth-shattering loud bang reverberated between the mountains, and the two people, who were evenly matched by each other, fell on both sides of the mountain, looking at each other.

Since coming to the Tianlong World, Mo Qingge has never had such a hearty battle as today, that kind of tense and exciting, blood-boiling pleasure, in a sense, is better than the love of men and women, making him intoxicated and obsessed.

For this sweeping monk who rode the dust and left the entire rivers and lakes behind, Mo Qingge had a faint sense of admiration and pity in his heart.

"The master is good at cultivating, and try my trick again. “