Chongzhen smiled indifferently, "The master can't leave if he loses, I like your Shaolin faction to uphold justice, just like Master Kong, to be honest, I still appreciate him sometimes."

The empty monk was a little unhappy when he heard this, and felt that Chongzhen was too arrogant, and he didn't compare, how did you know that the poor monk would lose?

But he still smiled generously, "Being appreciated by His Majesty, Senior Brother Kong is a blessed person. The poor monk has the courage to ask His Majesty for two tricks today."

The empty monk said, pulling the Buddha beads around his neck in his hand and taking a posture.

"In that case, Master, please."

The Shaolin monk is no longer polite, and his vigorous true breath is about to come out, facing Chongzhen is a palm, and the palm wind is whistling like a dragon out of the water.

Chongzhen dodged and dodged, his palms came out together, "Flying Dragon in the Sky", and his palms were like two roaring dragons, and they were born.

The Shaolin monk did not dodge, and was just hit by these two palms.

The eyes of the beggar gang and the wolf gang, including Chen Hualong of the Heaven and Earth Sect, widened, didn't this palm really be slapped away, why didn't the master dodge?

Unexpectedly, the monk was not slapped away, but Chongzhen felt as if he had been slapped into the basin, soft and soft, and his palms were sunk in.

Without waiting for Chongzhen to withdraw his palm, the monk's body began to rotate the two palms that he had eaten, and Chongzhen had a feeling that his left hand was not his right hand, as if he had been pulled into the wheel, and his bones rattled.

"What a cotton silk miracle!"

Chongzhen couldn't help but praise.

If he couldn't crack it, his arms would be twisted, and Chongzhen came to fight with both hands, and then withdrew his palms.

Immediately afterwards, Chongzhen made another move to descend the dragon's eighteen palms of Shuanglong to take water, and called Shuanglong to go to sea.

For example, the two dragons were freed out, and their palms rolled, hitting the monk's left and right temples.

"Your Majesty is really well-informed."

The monk said, striking out two waves of qi, and after protecting his temples, he became entangled with Chongzhen's palm.

Overcome rigidity with softness, and successfully resolve Chongzhen's palm power.

Next, the empty monk used the silk palm, the palm wind whistling, the true qi is as vigorous as cotton silk, stretching endlessly, which can make the opponent fall into the quagmire, and can not extricate himself.

Chongzhen's eighteen palms of the dragon descending have reached the realm of Dacheng, the palm power of the dragon is fierce and the tiger is fierce, the dragon roars and the tiger roars, like a giant dragon rolling in the air, and the silk palm wants to entangle his palms, how easy is it to say?

The two of them made moves against each other and fought for a few rounds.

Chongzhen saw that his cotton silk magic skills and cotton silk palms were very powerful, and he couldn't help the eighteen palms of the dragon, so don't bother with him, and wait for work.

Chongzhen's face froze, and he used the golden bell jar.

True Qi gathered, and a bell-shaped silhouette appeared, enveloping Chongzhen's upper and lower body.

The empty pupils narrowed, "Your Majesty has really practiced the Golden Bell Jar!"

Of course, the empty monks recognize that this is their Shaolin school's martial arts, and it is one of the secrets of Shaolin Kung Fu.

It seems that what Senior Brother Kong said is true, the Ming Emperor spied on their Shaolin martial arts cheats, and it is said that he also practiced the magic of fingers.

The poor monk is even more intolerable!

The Void Monk shook his spirit, and the power of the cotton silk palm roared, hitting the bell-shaped silhouette, making a muffled sound.

This is a contest of internal forces.

Chongzhen was safe and sound, but the empty monk was ejected two feet away.

"Twisted fingers!"

The Void Monk used his killing skills, and his two hands were like playing cotton, like a gossamer, several strands of true qi, which turned into countless sharp blades in the blink of an eye, and flew through the air.

"Tiangang is really angry!"

The golden bell jar is practiced to the realm of Dacheng, and it can gather the qi of Tiangang, which is the invincible body of King Kong, which is difficult to invade and indestructible. Li Miniang's five poisonous plum blossom needles and plum blossom darts are helpless.

Finger bells collide, dangdang,

Like ringing a bell, several metal sounds were made in a row, and the concussive shock wave produced made even the air tremble, forcing the surrounding generals and martial arts people to take a few steps back, and they could hardly open their eyes.

These people who watched the battle were sometimes stunned, sometimes worried, and they all sweated for their own people.

At this time, Chen Daoming, the person who burned the lamp, the poison in his body had almost been resolved, and he gradually returned to normal, he forced out the poison needle in his body, and when he saw this, he was ashamed that his kung fu was not as good.

The Void Master's martial arts are so high, it is difficult to win, let alone himself?

"What a powerful twisted finger, how about trying my finger flicking magic skill?"

Chongzhen said and suddenly turned defense into offense, and several waves of qi popped out from his two hands, tearing through the air and making a loud sound, at this time the internal force of the empty monk was about to be exhausted.

And twisting flowers is only intermediate fingering, and finger flicking magic is intermediate and upper-level, so such finger power meets, and the superior and inferior.

The empty monk was twisting flowers, and suddenly his body shook, and a force majeure force made him fly out upside down three zhang away, brake sharply under his feet, swing grass, wood, earth and stone, and deeply plow out two ditches.

When he stood firm, his internal organs were churning, and he squirted blood into the air as if he was overwhelmed.

"Your Majesty's skill is unfathomable, the poor monk admits defeat, Amitabha Buddha ......"

Emptiness gasped a few times, wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, put his palms together, and even the last chanting horn was weak, and his voice trembled a little.

"The Master agreed." Chongzhen's face was calm.

Emperor Wu of the Ming Dynasty Chongzhen