The head of the free faction, the Shaolin sweeping monk, the two strongest in the world, are opposite to each other today, and the mountain wind is howling, rolling up a once-in-a-century battle for the peak.

"Drink ~~~~"

With a long drink, the breath was like turbulence, Lin Pingzhi was like a bottomless black hole, trying to absorb all the air around him, until the onlookers dozens of zhang away sensed the violent air fluctuations, Lin Ping carried the piano box and suddenly broke away from him, and fell on the ground two or three zhang away behind him.

"Zheng!"

The moment the Xuantie piano box landed, the machine rotated, and suddenly opened, and then, a peerless divine weapon from the other world flew into the sky, straight up more than ten feet in the air, turned over and fell, impartially, and fell right into Lin Ping's palm.

"Flowers bloom to see me, a thought of reincarnation!"

Holding the sword in his hand, I have it in the world, Lin Pingzhi's body Yin and Yang rebellious, generating an indescribable surging force, like a flood bursting the embankment, consistently coming out, urging the sword qi of Yitian, accompanied by his next step, as if he was practicing across the sky, crossing the distance of ten zhang, and slashing straight towards the opponent's sky.

"Amitabha!"

In the face of the strongest opponent in this life, the sweeping monk did not dare to be careless, the moment the Buddha number was pronounced in his mouth, the internal force of a hundred years of penance was like the Nine Heavens Galaxy surging, and the inner yuan rushed to the peak in an instant, breaking out of the body, accompanied by his palms to push lightly, and built an invisible wall of qi up to three feet thick in front of him.

"Boom!"

The peerless divine blade, a shocking sword, slashed down, broke the protective qi, and when landed, the powerful qi rolled angrily, the ground cracked, flying sand and stones, and the grass and trees were destroyed.

"Be careful!"

A sword starts, the offensive starts, Lin Ping's head shows all his strength, the momentum of the fast sword, like a wind and thunder frightened away, in an instant, dozens of hundreds of figures, with the power of the sword, killed the sweeping monk who ranked first in the world.

"It's useless, you can't break my three-foot Buddha Gang!"

A hundred years of deep cultivation, cultivation is peerless, sweeping the monk Shen Sheng, protecting the body and lifting luck, stepping up, flipping his hands, left up and right down, coming and going, if he is about to leave, he will block all the sword rain in the sky.

Lin Pingzhi was overjoyed to see the hunt, and the shot became faster and faster, more and more urgent, and then the sound became louder and louder, and the Dao sword light broke through the air, with a piercing sound and whistling, but the sweeping monk was getting slower and slower, and the air in front of him seemed to be stagnant, no matter how fast Lin Pingzhi's sword was, it immediately seemed to be under great resistance when he was three feet in front of him, and it was difficult to advance an inch.

The more than 20 spectators present were all brilliant people with great cultivation, and they saw the duel between the two masters at the peak, and the various martial arts and teachings demonstrated were fascinated.

At this time, the chest of the sweeping monk collapsed rapidly, the Adam's apple rolled up and down, and then the sound was like a thunderbolt, and the palm of Mount Meru accompanied by the roar of the lion struck Lin Pingzhi, Lin Pingzhi's true qi around his body surged, and he raised his sword in the sky, and slashed the ground, and the invincible sword qi split the ground and split the battlefield.

Although Duan Zhengchun, Ke Baisui and others were far apart, they still felt a chill from the bottom of their hearts, especially Gu Mozhi, looking at this Sumeru Mountain Palm, his eyes widened, and he only felt that he had thought that he had mastered the essence of Shaolin stunts before, but now in comparison, Fang Jue felt how shallow and ignorant his martial arts were.

Xuansheng, Xuannan and other Shaolin Temple Xuanzi masters, even more sighed in their hearts, and the martial arts cultivation of the two people in the intuition field was extremely high, which was incredible, and it was impossible for them to reach the realm with the strength of their entire lives.

"There is no fortress in the world that I can't break, come again!"

Lin Ping's sword was raised, rising into the sky, and a volley of swords fell down, and the sweeping monk condensed and hard, surging and agitated, forming a majestic palm force, the two sides collided fiercely, and the wind and clouds exploded, and they each retreated.

"Om, well, what, horn, mic, huh!"

Reciting the six-character mantra, the retreating figure suddenly stopped, only to see the sweeping monk around the body of the Buddha overflowing, blowing the sand and stones to fly away, vaguely, behind the appearance of a Buddha outline, a powerful and incomparable blow, like the reincarnation of the angry King Kong, want to use boundless divine power, to subdue the outer way.

"Good time!"

Facing the peerless palm of the sweeping monk, Lin Pingzhi was not only fearless, but also burst into an excited smile, only to see him raise his hand and throw it, leaning on the sky sword to fly up into the sky, hanging high in the air, at the same time, his palms were moved, reproducing the peerless tricks, and the behemoth true qi poured out, forming a huge whirlpool in his palm.

"Close!"

The whirlpool flowed, the suction exploded, and in an instant, it swallowed up all the shocking palms played by the sweeping monk and the poor Nei Yuan all his life.

"Transform!"

As in the past, the devoured power, like a turbulent rapid, quickly melted into Lin Ping's body.

"Luck!"

With Lin Pingzhi's Xuan Gong, this external force was actually integrated into his own Mixed Yuan True Qi by him, causing his cultivation to skyrocket in an instant, reaching an unprecedented height.

"Fat!"

Without any hesitation, at the moment when the huge power reached its peak, Lin Pingzhi's palm moved, and with an unreserved blow, he moved the heavens and the earth:

"Nine hundred in one gas!"

Seeing this, the sweeping monk hurriedly transported the Zhiqiang Neiyuan, the protective qi, the three-foot qi wall, and the impregnable defense, wanting to block this peerless blow, however, with a bang, the three-foot qi wall burst in response, and at the same time, an unparalleled strong palm force hit him hard.

"Bang!"

In the dull loud noise, the sweeping monk's body trembled, and he suddenly vomited scarlet, and his feet couldn't stop falling backwards, but before he could stand firmly, a sword, a cold blade, had already reached his throat.

"I conceded. ”

After the blade, Lin Ping lightly grasped the hilt of the sword with one hand, pinched the orchid finger with the other hand and stroked the hair hanging down from his forehead, he smiled slightly, withdrew the Yitian Sword with his backhand, and threw it back, the sword went like a flying rainbow, but it fell into the Xuantie piano box accurately.

"Amitabha. ”

The sweeping monk pronounced a Buddha name, clasped his hands together and saluted, and said: "Lin Jushi's martial arts cultivation is really the first in the world, and I am convinced of this battle." ”

"Not necessarily. ”

Lin Pingzhi said with a smile: "Although the master's martial arts are superb, and the realm is so high, it is not comparable to me, a junior, but after all, he is old, if the master is thirty-five years younger, the victory or defeat of this battle is still unknown." ”

The sweeping monk shook his head and said: "Thirty or fifty years ago, I didn't have the skills I have now, Lin Jushi didn't need to be comforted, I have reached this age, what else can't I see?"

"Absolutely. ”

Lin Pingzhi said with a smile: "The master wants to resolve the enmity and enmity in the world, of course, he is compassionate, but the ancient sages have a sentence that I always keep in mind. ”

The sweeping monk said, "What words?"

"Repay grievances with virtue, how to repay virtue? Repay grievances with directness, repay virtue with virtue!"

Lin Pingzhi Shi Ran said with a smile: "Well, calculate the time, the feud between Xiao Feng, Xiao Yuanshan, Murong Fu and Murong Bo, the two fathers and sons, should almost be over." ”

"Oops, not good!"

When the sweeping monk heard this, he reacted when he landed, and with a sound in his mouth, regardless of the serious injuries on his body, he turned around and ran to Shaolin Mountain, but after a long delay, on Shaolin Mountain, in Shaolin Temple, revenge and killing each other had already been completed.

Back in time, not long after they left, Xiao Yuanshan turned his angry eyes towards Murong Bo, and said calmly: "Now, that disgusting old bald donkey has left, what else do you have to say?"

Murong Bo was so badly injured that he had no strength to resist, so he had to sigh and compromise: "I am willing to die, I just ask you to spare my son's life." ”

Xiao Yuanshan sneered: "Originally, I only planned to kill you, but the words of that old bald donkey reminded me, cutting the grass without removing the roots, the spring breeze blows and grows, you will die!" As he spoke, he stepped out straight, raised his palm, and slapped it on the top of Murong Bo's head.

"Damn, I'm fighting with you!"

Seeing that Xiao Yuanshan vetoed his request without hesitation, Murong Bo was grief and indignation, and immediately burst out with a palm, this palm gave up many changes, and it was purely a life-fighting style, but unfortunately, his injuries were too serious, and he fought back with his life, and his power was not as good as before.

Xiao Yuanshan was eager for revenge, and his shot doubled his power by three points, and with a strong palm, he directly broke through Murong Bo's counterattack blow, surging palm power, and hit Murong Bo's heart all of them, and suddenly, the skin and flesh opened, blood splashed, and Murong Bo's whole person was directly knocked out by him, and he fell more than ten zhang away.

"Daddy!"

Murong Fu was shocked when he saw this, and hurriedly rushed forward to support Murong Bo's body, but seeing that the blood in Murong Bo's mouth was gushing out uncontrollably, and there was no breath in his nostrils, he hurriedly reached out to his heart and touched it, and his heartbeat had stopped.

"Ahh

With an angry roar, Murong Fu was filled with grief and anger, turned his eyes to look at Xiao Yuanshan, and roared hysterically: "You....... Old thief Xiao, you return my father's life!" After that, he leaned his father's body against the tree next to him, flew up, and slammed his palms straight towards Xiao Yuanshan, but he never thought that at this moment.........

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