In the face of Song Xinggang's unbridled boxing technique, the sweeping monk's eyes were clear, and he raised his hand and waved his palm forward.

Song Xing only felt a darkness in front of him, and the palm of the sweeping monk seemed to be infinitely enlarged in an instant, filling his line of sight.

Song Xing felt like a certain monkey who was making trouble in the Heavenly Palace back then, facing the Five Finger Mountain pressed down by the Buddha, there was no way to avoid it, there was no way to retreat, only to face the difficulties and fight a way out!

Song Xing stomped under his feet, not retreating but advancing, like a tiger leaping into a stream, his whole body swelled, his whole body tensed, and a force went straight to his fingertips from the soles of his feet, and with the weight of his whole body, he slammed into the palm of the sweeping monk.

Bang!

The moment the fight began, Song Xing felt the incomparably majestic force of the shock and wanted to shake his fist back.

As soon as he gritted his teeth, Song Xing's muscles and bones roared together, and his feet resisted this shock force, and the violent physical force exploded, but he took a few steps back against the sweeping monk.

There was a hint of surprise in the sweeping monk's eyes: "The little layman is so young but has such a physique, I really don't know how to cultivate!" ”

Although he said the words of exclamation in his mouth, his hand was not slow at all, and when he turned and twisted, he grabbed Song Xing's right arm and threw it out directly.

Under the thin body of the sweeping monk, it was as if there was the power of the ten elephants, and the incorruptible defense of King Kong coupled with this terrifying power directly knocked Song Xing out.

Rumble!

Song Xing's body slammed into the ground, and suddenly smashed a huge hole in the ground, and Qiao Feng, who was sharp-eyed, even saw that there were sharp and raised stones, and when they touched the surface of Song Xing's body, they were directly smashed into powder, but Song Xing's body was not injured at all, and his eyelids jumped immediately, and he only felt that the two of them were monsters.

Song Xing turned over and jumped up, looking at the smiling sweeping monk, with a hint of caution and deep thought in his eyes.

After a few hand-to-hand moves just now, Song Xing had already preliminarily investigated the operation mode of the true qi in the sweeping monk's body.

Under the circulation of true qi that blends yin and yang, the operation of the true qi in the body of the sweeping monk is very different from any mental method known to Song Xing.

The true qi in the body of the sweeping monk not only runs in the meridians, but also runs through the flesh and blood all the time, and the true qi emitted from the dantian can even travel directly through the flesh and directly reach the palm.

Such a bizarre way of cultivation also means that the true qi in his body can nourish his body all the time, and practicing the Shaolin King Kong Immortal Skill is even more effective with half the effort, no wonder his thin appearance has a more powerful physique than Song Xing.

"The fact that the little layman can sense the abnormality in my body proves that you have comprehended something, but it is not enough."

Looking at the thoughtful Song Xing, the sweeping monk smiled slightly, this time he took the initiative to attack, and when the monk's robe was flipped, the person had already come to Song Xing, raising his palm and pressing down.

Song Xing only felt that the sweeping monk would empty the air in front of him with a palm, and when the wind was whistling, Song Xing turned abruptly to avoid the front of the sweeping monk, based on his left foot, turned around to the side of the sweeping monk, and also raised his palm to seal it on his waist.

The sweeping monk twisted his waist and knees, turned his body directly, covered it with one palm, and made a sonic boom in the air, hitting Song Xing's arm.

Then he raised his hand and swept, Song Xing snorted and swept out again.

After the sweeping monk gained the upper hand, he raised his feet and continued to pursue, but Song Xing, who had lost his sharpness, had to retreat and dodge, and at the same time draw circles in the air with both hands, and received the sweeping monk's continuous attacks.

Song Xing's arm touched the sweeping monk's arm, and there was no sound, but there was a pit under his feet, as if there was a terrifying force in the air, pressing down frantically against him.

The back mountain of Shaolin is rocky, but under the trampling of Song Xing, countless pit footprints were stepped on, and beads of sweat were faintly oozing from the forehead of the yellow dress next to it.

He knew that Song Xing's martial arts were skillful, and he also knew that the old monk in front of him was unfathomable, but he didn't expect that the two of them didn't use much true qi, and they could cause such a slashing effect with their physical bodies alone.

When the sweeping monk waved his palm, Huang Sheng could even faintly see the air waves churning, knowing that it was the terrifying effect caused by the true qi in the sweeping monk's body for hundreds of years.

But after all, the sweeping monk has lived for more than 140 years, and it is normal to have such strength.

How old is Song Xingcai, he doesn't even have a fraction of the sweeping monk's work, and under the suppression of the sweeping monk, he only shows a slight decline, and counterattacks from time to time, even making the sweeping monk have to scruple about one or two.

Although Song Xing was suppressed by the sweeping monk and retreated step by step, his expression was not chaotic at all, and when each punch was thrown, he condensed the strength of his whole body, and there was no scattering at all, and the strength was not scattered, and the weight of the fist reached 10,000 jun, bringing out the whistling wind.

The sweeping monk pressed forward step by step, blocking all of Song Xing's attacks with his palms at will, and there was a trace of surprise in his eyes under the thick white eyebrows.

He already overestimated Song Xing, but he didn't expect to still underestimate this young man.

The sweeping monk had a hunch that if he was given time, he would definitely be able to reach the state he had always longed for.

It was this slight stunned, Song Xing keenly grasped it, the five fingers popped out into a tiger claw shape, directly buckled the sweeping monk's right arm, twisted and grabbed, his shoulders shook, and the force poured into his arm, directly throwing the sweeping monk into the air.

With nowhere to borrow his strength in mid-air, the sweeping monk was angry and the dantian was about to fall, but he might as well be under Song Xing again with a silent palm.

The sweeping monk let out a low snort, stretched out his left hand against his waist, and met Song Xing's palm, and when he vomited wildly, he shook Song Xing out again, and he took advantage of the situation to pop out and fall back to the ground first.

The sweeping monk's feet touched the ground, his breath was unbalanced, and the strength leaked out, and the stones under his feet were directly crushed.

After the tempering of the two worlds, Song Xing's inner fist has been refined again, and the attack range of Buzhou Mountain, which is used by the 'god' imperial palm, has expanded again, and even Huang Shang and the others who are watching are also swaying and involuntarily affected.

A few zhang away, Song Xing stepped out, and the person had appeared in front of the sweeping monk, his right hand flipped, the sky dome turned upside down, and the heavenly river poured.

The few people in Huang Shang who were outside the palm wind suddenly felt that the air around them seemed to be under Song Xing's palm, and they were all forced to withdraw from the surroundings of their bodies.

An invisible force centered on Song Xing's behavior, binding all the areas covered by the fist, oppressing everyone so that they couldn't move, and they could only watch as the palm that almost destroyed the sky slowly pressed down!

The hunting wind howled down and blew on the sweeper's raised face, blowing his long beard fluttering.

A look of surprise and amazement flashed in the eyes of the sweeping monk, and then he folded his hands and recited a Buddha name, and the true qi in his body naturally gushed out of the protective body, blocking Song Xing's full palm.

With a loud bang, the ground under the feet of Song Xing and the sweeping monk exploded, and several cracks deep and several meters deep spread from the feet of the two, forming cracks and extending dozens of meters away.

The sweeping monk whose small body was almost embedded in the soil layer, he said: "Amitabha, integrate the gods into the martial arts, the poor monk only occasionally realized it when he was one hundred and twenty years old, and the little monk is really a genius, and the poor monk lost." ”

With a move just now, the sweeping monk used most of the true qi to protect his body, and he was able to block Song Xing's move, although he was not injured, but he relied on the powerful true qi to break the move, and in terms of intention, he was already slightly inferior.

Song Xing sincerely bowed to the sweeping monk and said, "The master is modest, it should be that I lost." ”

With his eyesight, he naturally saw that the sweeping monk fought against him and never showed all his strength. Between the fights, little by little, the martial arts path he had learned was integrated into the moves and displayed in front of him.

The sweeping monk smiled gently, looked at Song Xing and asked, "Can the little monk have any understanding?" ”

Song Xing was silent for a moment, then looked at him and said, "Nangong water and fire must be helped, and the clouds are in the future of Qingxiao Crane." It's not the combination of yin and yang, but the combination of yin and yang. ”

The sweeping monk nodded with satisfaction: "Good and good, the little layman has extraordinary understanding, he will be able to reach the realm that his predecessors have not been able to reach one day and find his own path of martial arts." ”