Xie Xun's whereabouts, the treasure knife belongs!

The much-anticipated summit duel broke out fiercely the moment they met each other.

In the blink of an eye, Lin Pingzhi and the abbot of Kongwen have already made more than ten moves, Lin Pingzhi praised while making moves, this Shaolin abbot is really extraordinary, he has attacked more than ten moves in succession, he can actually do it without changing the color of the hard next, this kind of martial arts, enough to rank among the first class in the world's martial arts!

In fact, at this time, the abbot was not comfortable, he fought with Lin Pingzhi several times, his arms were shocked and numb, and he couldn't help but secretly complain in his heart: "This person has superb internal skills, strong physique, and palm attainments, it seems to be more above me, every palm is like Mount Tai pressing the top, there are thousands of equal potential, these more than ten palms down, almost shattered my body protection true qi!"

Fortunately, the Donkey Kong palm he cultivated and the Donkey Kong fist are all martial arts skills that belong to the Vajra Demon Suppression Divine Skill, and it is a Buddhist magic skill that is cultivated both internally and externally, which can compete with Lin Pingzhi.

The two of them fought to a good place, their bodies moved, from the inside of the hall to the martial arts arena outside the hall, the heroes present followed one after another, came to the outer room, surrounded the martial arts arena, and watched the two fight.

I saw that although the two people in the field made both palms, but the artistic conception was different, Lin Ping's mixed yuan true skills, biased towards Taoism, pay attention to the acceptance of yin and yang, when the shot, the momentum of heaven and earth, the majesty!

And the abbot of the empty hearing belongs to the Zen Buddhism, the internal force of the body is encircled, hitting the surrounding air, as if forming a big Buddha, the weather is solemn, the strength of the two palms is stimulated, such as the wind and waves flying, rushing to the face, so that the onlookers can hardly open their eyes, the cultivation is insufficient, and even the forced breathing difficulties, can not stop falling backwards.

In the blink of an eye, there were twenty or thirty moves, the two of them were hard to palm, each drifting back three or five zhang, Lin Ping's heart was amazed and excited, the law of the golden martial arts world, the Shaolin abbot is a master, this empty news is faintly better than the evidence, and he is no longer full strength, if he wants to win him, it is really not an easy thing.

"Looks like you're going to have to use your hole cards!"

As soon as his mind moved, the operation of the Mixed Yuan True Gong in Lin Pingzhi's body suddenly stagnated, and then suddenly reversed, and the mixed Yuan was one qi, deriving yin and yang, and yin and yang burst out, giving birth to a huge force, urging Lin Pingzhi to stride forward.

"Abbot of Kongwen be careful!"

In fact, I saw his left hand stroke, right hand "exhale" palm, and then hit the master of Kongwen, it was a move in the palm of Tiangang Mixed Yuan "Yingqi Chongxiao", when he came out of the palm, there were still seven or eight zhang away from the abbot of Kongwen, but when it came to it, when the force was born, the two were only more than five zhang apart.

But the world's martial arts, no matter how strong your palm power is, there will never be a palm that can hit beyond five zhang, and the master of Kongwen has also been operating in palm art for decades, so Lin Pingzhi, who is faintly above him, can be said to be afraid of palm cultivation and never underestimate him, but he can't help but be slightly surprised when he sees him palm outside eight zhang.

Unexpectedly, Lin Ping's palm came out, and his body had already rushed forward five zhang away, and it was another move to "resist the qi and long wind", the back palm pushed the front palm, and the strength of the two palms was together, and the overwhelming pressure came up.

In just an instant, the abbot felt that his breath was suffocating, and the power of the opponent's palm was like a raging tide, and it was overwhelming, like an invisible high wall, and like a tsunami pushed by the wind, rushing in front of him. He was shocked, where was there room to think about countermeasures, but he knew that if he greeted him with one palm, his arm would inevitably be broken and his wrist would be broken, and his whole body might be shattered.

His martial arts are high, his eyesight is not bad, he retreated three zhang, and still did not dare to hit his front directly, and hurriedly swung out his right palm obliquely, touching the bias of Lin Ping's palm force, but he felt that his right arm was sore, and the breath in his chest was turbid, and he immediately took advantage of the momentum and went out three zhang away, lest the enemy pursue again, and put his palm on his chest, and secretly condensed the internal force into his palm.

Lin Ping rose up from time to time, rushed forward, pulled out with one hand, and actually shifted the direction of the two forces, still attacking the abbot of Kongwen, with a long laugh, followed by another move "Covering Qi Origin", the palm power of the first move has not disappeared, and the palm power of the second move has arrived, and the three extremely strong forces of overlapping and overlapping are rushing forward.

Seeing the triple palm power surging in, the abbot was about to retreat to the edge of the martial arts arena in front of Zixiao Palace at this time, and there were all spectators behind him, which made him can't help but change his face suddenly.

The opponent's palm is fierce, it stands to reason that dodging is the best way, but now there are people behind him, if he avoids, the people behind him will inevitably suffer, harming others and benefiting himself, this is not what the abbot of Shaolin Temple can do.

You can lose a competition, but your reputation must not be bad!

In an instant, the abbot had made a decision, gritted his teeth and used the last form of the "Mighty King Kong Palm", put his hands together and shouted, and suddenly, the internal breath around his body surged, forcing him to the limit, and the strong current of his whole body gathered in one place, accompanied by his palms forward, and pushed out.

"Bang!"

I only heard a thunderous explosion, and the abbot had already caught Lin Pingzhi's first palm power, but he couldn't help but "kick, kick, kick" under his feet and took three steps back in succession, and Zhang Wu, whose clothes and long beard were rushed, flew wildly.

"Bang!"

Soon, there was another deafening loud noise, but it was the Donkey Kong palm power that had burst out at the limit of the abbot who forcibly took Lin Pingzhi's second palm power, but this time it was not as easy as Fang Cai.

"Poof!"

When the strong palm force collided, his body trembled, and he took four steps back one after another with "kicking, kicking, kicking, kicking" under his feet, and spit out a bloody arrow from his mouth.

But at this time, the third palm force came one after another, and under the serious injury of the abbot of Kongwen, he was powerless to resist, seeing that the defeat was in an instant, but he never thought that at this moment, a sudden figure rushed into the field, and at the last moment, blocked in front of the abbot of Kongwen.

Raise your hand to hold the yuan, and accept yin and yang!

The person who came showed the demeanor of the supreme grandmaster, and with a gesture, he took Lin Pingzhi's third palm power like the angry waves of a river, turning it into invisible.

"Poof!"

The abbot who thought he was going to die was undoubted, but he knew that he would be rescued, he was almost suffocated by the surging force in his chest, and at this moment the suppressed breath in his chest disappeared, his breath was smooth, his throat was sweet, and he snorted in his mouth, and a bloody arrow erupted wildly.

"Abbot!"

When the Shaolin monks saw that the abbot was injured, their expressions changed for a while, and they stepped forward one after another, holding the shaking body of the abbot, or looking at the abbot with concern, or looking at Lin Pingzhi angrily, or looking at the person who had just come to the rescue with great gratitude.

"Zhang Zhenren really deserves to be the Taishan Beidou in the martial arts, Fang Cai's palm is already the full force of the juniors, but I didn't expect it to be easily taken over by your old man. ”

Lin Pingzhi also smiled and looked at the person who saved the abbot of Kongwen, it was none other than the founding patriarch of the Wudang faction, and the peerless grandmaster who was ranked the first master of martial arts in the world......... Zhang Sanfeng.

Lin Xiaoyou praised Miao. ”

Zhang Sanfeng moved his hands and feet a few times, and said with a smile: "The dark wound in your body has not healed, and your skills have not yet recovered to the peak state. ”

When everyone heard this, they couldn't help but be shocked, Lin Ping's three palms of power almost killed the abbot of Shaolin Temple, this kind of power is not full strength, so if he recovers from his injuries, how terrible should it be?

Even the abbot couldn't help but be shocked, he smiled bitterly to himself, and said to Zhang Sanfeng first: "Thank you Zhang Zhenren for coming to the rescue, and the poor monk is grateful." ”

Zhang Sanfeng said with a smile: "You came to congratulate Lao Dao on his birthday, how can Lao Dao watch you die on Wudang Mountain, besides, Lao Dao and Shaolin have a lot of origins, and you don't have to worry too much about it." ”

"How dare you forget the grace of saving your life. ”

The abbot thanked Zhang Sanfeng again, and then he turned to Lin Ping's way: "Lin Jushi's martial arts have reached the peak, and the old man is beyond his reach, and he is ashamed of himself." After that, he said to the Shaolin monks: "Let's go, Xie Xun's matter is over for the time being, let's go back to the temple." "Three battles and three defeats, no matter how strong you stay in Wudang, it is just self-inflicted humiliation.

"Hey! I heard that this old bald donkey is also interesting!"

Seeing the Shaolin monks leaving, Lin Ping chuckled, turned his head to look around, glanced at the heroes of the rivers and lakes around the martial arts field, and then shouted arrogantly with an indescribable strangeness: "Who else wants to fight with me for the Dragon Slaying Treasure Knife?"

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