"The Buddha manifests, and the monks descend to earth!"

Seeing the vision on the sweeping monk, some Shaolin disciples knelt directly on the ground and worshiped sincerely, and even Xuan Lin and others flashed a trance in their eyes, I don't know when Shaolin had such a monk in charge.

"Hmph, let me try your Buddha Golden Body!"

There was not much surprise in Murong Fu's eyes, after all, he could easily do it now, but he just used his strong true qi to form an almost substantial Gang Qi around his body, which was nothing at all.

As Murong Fu's words fell, his figure suddenly jumped three feet high, his right arm was raised high, followed by a faint blue glow of palm power, like a giant tripod to the sweeping monk overturned, where the palm force reached, the blue bricks on the ground suddenly turned into powder, a five or six zhang wide handprint sank deep into the ground, and the golden light on the sweeping monk's body also dimmed a little.

"Northern Darkness True Qi? It seems that the little donor also has a great relationship with the free faction, no wonder he has such profound skills at a young age. ”

When he noticed that the other party's true qi could dissolve his own qi, the sweeping monk sensed something, and waved his sleeves to play a match, as fast as thunder.

Murong Fu had just formed a qi wall in front of him, but unexpectedly, the golden light from the other party was as sharp as a blade, directly breaking his qi wall and almost scratching him.

After a pause, Murong Fu used his fingers as a sword and pointed at his chest, Dugu Jiujian and the fingers of Murong family's heirlooms were still the edge of the sword in his hands, even the sweeping monk did not dare to let him point the sword at his body, waving his sleeves and dismantling it.

Everywhere they went, the bricks and stones under their feet cracked like spider webs, and the palm force was stirred, like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, and the explosion sounded, and the cold light of the Northern Darkness and the golden light of Buddhism collided, and the scene in front of them had long been beyond the scope of ordinary martial arts.

The mountain collapsed and the ground cracked, and the wind and clouds changed color!

Murong Fu didn't expect that he could even make a big move, and he could only draw with the other party, and when the two of them faced each other several times, he wanted to use the Northern Spiritual Skill to absorb the other party's internal force, but thinking that the sweeping monk could recognize his Northern Spiritual Skill, it was hard to guarantee that he would not know the disadvantages of this martial art to absorb people's internal force.

In case the other party's internal force is slightly higher than his own, if he uses it rashly, he will inevitably be counterattacked.

The sweeping monk stepped out in one step, surrounded by golden light, and his martial arts reached his level, he was no longer obsessed with the changes in the moves, and he had great power when he patted it lightly with one palm.

Murong Fu suddenly shouted, facing the sweeping monk's strong palm, a dark energy suddenly surged out of his body, and the opponent's palm power was shocked back, it was the Murong family's stunt "Dou Zhuan Xing Shift", with the blessing of his abundant true qi, this palm power soared, Rao is the golden light of the sweeping monk's body, and it also dimmed a little again under this palm, and staggered back a few steps.

"Amitabha, I can't imagine that the little donor's Dou Zhuan Xing is more blue than Lingzun!"

The sweeping monk sighed lightly, and then pointed in the air, and the swift and sharp finger force shot towards Murong Fu.

Murong Fu also bent his fingers a little, and used the Murong family's fingers to offset the opponent's finger power, and the two of them could injure the enemy with only the strength of their fingers, and everyone in the Duan family was dumbfounded by this scene, thinking that his Duan family's six-vein divine sword was only beating the sword qi out of one zhang, like the finger power outside the three zhang, even if the finger power of the Yiyang finger was practiced to a grade, it could not be done.

Duan Yu looked at Murong Fu, who was showing his might, and thought that when he was still complacent about practicing the three swords of the Six Veins Divine Sword, the other party's martial arts had already reached such a heavenly realm, and if he wanted to catch up with the other party in this life, he was afraid that he would be hopeless in his life!

Especially after seeing Zhong Ling and Murong Fu together, he felt an inexplicable colic in his heart, once upon a time, he was also holding the other party's embroidered shoes and went to the Valley of Ten Thousand Tribulations for help.

And at that time, the two had feelings for each other, but unfortunately fate made them brothers and sisters, but why Murong Fu?

It's not enough to have a Mu Wanqing, and now even Zhong Ling is ......

Although he knew that he shouldn't be hated because of this, when he thought that Murong Fu not only married Wang Yuyan, but even his fearful Master Li was just the other party's personal servant, his heart couldn't calm down.

Whether it was jealousy or incompetent rage, in short, he was in a terrible mood now, and he felt a nameless anger accumulated in his chest, as if his whole body was about to explode.

Unlike Duan Yu's ups and downs and his ignorance, the group of heroes was completely attracted by the wonderful fight between the two, and no one wanted to blink, lest they miss the wonderful moment of the decisive victory.

And everyone has an idea in their hearts, since ancient times, they thought that there was no first in literature and no second in martial arts, but I am afraid that the title of the first in the world will be produced between these two people today!

I don't know if this old monk in the green robe is better, or Murong Fu, the back wave, can chase the front wave and win the reputation of being the first in the world.

I saw that Murong Fu and the sweeping monk fought for hundreds of rounds from palm to fingering, and then from fingering to fist and foot martial arts, and it was difficult to distinguish between victory and defeat.

But those who have a heart can clearly find that the sweeping monk is old after all, and his shot is not as easy as before.

And Murong Fu is strong after all, and he has the marrow washing through the I Ching to cut the marrow, strengthening the root bones, I am afraid that he will not be tired even if he fights for three days and three nights.

Others can still perceive it, and Murong Fu, who bore the brunt of the attack, naturally also discovered the clue, the hero is dying, and he will not be able to change this ending by one person.

However, as if to verify Murong Fu's words, just as the sweeping monk entangled him with a set of grasping methods, two figures suddenly jumped out of the crowd, grabbed Xiao Feng and wanted to flee from here.

But at the same time, two figures, one white and one purple, also flew out and stopped the two.

Under a fierce battle in the air, the four afterimages each fell back into the square.

"Little girl, I haven't seen you for half a year, but my martial arts have grown a lot!"

I saw a beautiful girl in red holding Xiao Feng with one hand, looking at the purple-clothed girl in front of her with an interesting face.

"Have we met?"

Ah Zijiao snorted and looked at the girl in red in front of her angrily, but she was actually quite jealous in her heart.

On the other side, two white-clothed women faced each other, one was like a peerless Qinglian, with a pure and cold appearance in the beauty of Allure, as if she was indifferent to anything, holding a yaoqin in her hand, it was Master Li.

As for the woman in white in front of her, she is covered with white silk, her eyebrows are picturesque, her long figure, her waist can be grasped, and she is charming and charming, she is actually Li Qiushui, the queen mother of the Xixia Palace.