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If you talk about the martial arts characters, there are Beiqiao Feng, sweeping monks, Condor Heroes, Xiangyang heroes Guo Jing and his wife, and then there is a generation of grandmaster Zhang Sanfeng, Mingjiao advocates Wuji......

Each one has dominated the rivers and lakes for hundreds of years.

But there are two characters among them, the dragon is not the end, and their legends are circulating in the rivers and lakes, but no one knows their true identity and origin, and how high their martial arts are?

One of them is the Shaolin Zen patriarch Bodhidharma, who left seventy-two stunts, each of which was the top martial arts at that time, and it was also the martial arts myth of crossing the river with a reed.

There is another one, that is, there is no trick to win, and everything can be defeated by the sword. One person, one sword, lonely life, just to defeat but not to get, how lonely?

These two characters are invincible in the world, but unfortunately they are not born at the same time, and they can't know which is higher and which is lower, which is also an unsolved mystery that countless people have in their hearts, and it is also the answer that Yun Yi wants to know.

He has Dugu Nine Swords, which can be regarded as the heir of Dugu seeking defeat, and this eighth-generation sweeping monk is a Shaolin guardian, which can be described as the descendant of Bodhidharma.

Yun Yi stabbed with a sword, and the cold light was as cold as a meteor, with an indomitable determination.

Dugu to Bodhidharma!

Who is strong and who is weak?

Perhaps these two top inheritances in the world can decide a winner through these two heirs.

"Donor, what's the trouble?" the sweeping monk sighed, full of compassion, and his thin palm stretched out from under the monk's robe, making a gesture of the Buddha holding flowers, and he clamped the Yunyi sword in his hand.

Fingers!

"Without him, only Zhan'er!" Yun Yi's eyes were full of battle intent, he let out a long laugh, and his wrist shook to cause the sword body to tremble rapidly.

The sweeping monk's fingers were shaken open, Yun Yi drew his sword out, and with a sweep of the blade, a sword qi visible to the naked eye broke out of the air.

Hiss!

A shrill sound pierced the eardrums.

The sweeping monk's expression changed greatly, he folded his hands, showed a smile of understanding, his fingers were in the air, and he slowly stretched out.

Yun Yi looked at the compassionate smile on the sweeping monk's face, and couldn't help but feel in a trance, and his heart was converted, but the next moment he saw that the fingers were close in front of him.

He was suddenly startled, let out a long howl, and retreated again and again.

The Buddha plucked the flowers, and the leaves smiled!

The sweeping monk smiled at the supreme meaning of the flower finger.

Yun Yi never expected that this trick would have the ability to breathe people's hearts, it was really weird.

The sword was forced to retreat before it came out, Yun Yi naturally didn't dare to give up, his face was purple, and the true qi in his body was agitated, making his clothes fly, like an immortal descending.

A sword stabbed away, as if flying from the sky, the sword intent was ethereal, but it was condensed like substance, and the incomparable killing machine pierced through the sky, pointing at the vital point around the sweeping monk from afar, "Broken palm style!"

Yun Yi's eyes were cold, reflecting the hands of the sweeping monk who had turned decay into magic.

Shaolin seventy-two stunts are mostly palms, fingerings, and fists, and the palm-breaking style directly points to the vital points around the human body, breaking the world's fists and feet, he wants to see how this sweeping monk can dodge?

The sweeping monk's face changed, the killing machine came, goosebumps all over his body rose, and his wrist was even more faintly tingling, knowing that his wrist had been locked by this sword, once he shot, it was easy to end up with the tendons being broken.

"Good swordsmanship!" the sweeping monk let out a deep sigh, and suddenly a finger broke through the air. A faint golden glow appeared on his fingers, and suddenly the golden light became more and more abundant, condensing into substance.

The sweeping monk pointed at the empty point in the air, and the golden light broke out of the body, coming quickly, as if the Buddha had turned sentient beings to point towards Yunyi's forehead, and the air was filled with a Zen sense of opening wisdom, which made people surrender.

"One Finger Zen!"

Yun Yi was unmoved, guarding the sea of knowledge. This Shaolin Kung Fu is really evil, the power is incomparably great, and it has the ability to breathe people's hearts, no wonder Buddhism is not profound, and people with uncertain hearts are easy to practice and fall into demons.

After eating the secret loss just now, he already had a warning in his heart. This time, I was no longer deterred by this finger.

Facing the strong finger power of this finger zen, Yun Yi leaned over, and used all his strength to point a sword at the golden finger power that came out of shape.

Buzz!

The next moment the sword roared!

He immediately felt a majestic force coming from the blade, and his body involuntarily retreated again and again, and the sword body was even more buzzing.

"The power of one finger is so powerful, the power is as strong as a thousand pounds, it can lift a thousand catties, it is worthy of being the first finger of Shaolin!" Yun Yi exclaimed, from the finger just now, he already understood that if this sweeping monk talked about martial arts cultivation was far above him, it would not be much better than letting me do it.

But there was no fear in his heart.

No matter how high the cultivation is, what is the use? The key is to see whether or not you can fight! Who is strong and who is weak, you will know only after you try!

Yun Yi let out a deep sigh, jumped up, stepped on the wall behind him, stopped the decline, and suddenly his body became one, shooting towards the sweeping monk like a sharp arrow.

The blade in his hand shook out thousands of sword flowers, each sword flower was transformed by a sharp sword qi, like a stream of light flashing in the air, reflecting the silver light in the sky, but the beautiful scene exuded a deadly killing intention.

Dugu Jiujian is the fastest and strongest swordsmanship in the world, there is no defensive move, and there is no need to defend, to attack instead of defending, every move has to be saved.

Every sword qi of Yunyi locks the vital point of the sweeping monk's body, no matter what kind of move he uses, he will invisibly put his empty door under Yunyi's sword qi, which is also the mystery of breaking the palm style to break the world's fists and feet.

One finger Zen is broken!

The sweeping monk was also very shocked, this finger Zen seemed to be a finger, but it was actually his life's work. This sword demon year is only a weak crown, but his cultivation is high, and he only takes more than ten steps back when he receives this finger, which shows that his martial arts are enough to reach the realm of first-class masters, and there are only a handful of them in the rivers and lakes.

And at this time, in the face of Yun Yi's thousands of sword qi coming closely, he could only retreat for a while.

I saw that his monk's robe waved, and his thin body drifted out like a willow in the wind, not like flesh and blood, as if it had no weight at all.

The sweeping monk turned into a gray shadow and shot towards the outside of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, leaving only one sentence, "Amitabha, the heavy land of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion is not suitable for fighting, if the donor has to fight with the poor monk, please move outside to fight!"

"Can you escape?" Yun Yi chuckled, his body was like electricity, and he followed closely.

Sou!

A gray shadow came quickly, and the figure brought a strong wind, rolling up layers of fallen leaves on the ground, fluttering and flying throughout the air.

The sword qi was like rain, and the falling leaves were shot out of thousands of holes and crushed.

The sweeping monk stood still, his face calm, facing the young swordsman who was shooting at the same time.

He suddenly folded his hands on his chest, silently recited the Buddha's name, and his hands slowly sank into his abdomen, then parted again, and lifted up from both sides of his body.

I saw that the palms of the hands drew a mysterious arc in the air, which seemed to be extremely slow, but in an instant, it turned from reality to void, and thousands of palms were differentiated, like lotus flowers around the old monk.

"A Thousand Hands Like a Divine Palm!"