Ning Que stared at the sweeping monk opposite, his expression slightly solemn.

There are no weak people in the Grandmaster, and this is true both in this world and in the main world.

If it is said that a martial artist of the same level below the grandmaster level can often judge whose combat power is stronger by who has better martial arts quality.

Then this criterion is not very applicable to the strong people at the grandmaster level or even above the grandmaster level.

Every martial artist who wants to be promoted to a grandmaster must comprehend his own martial arts.

Judging the strength of a grandmaster mainly depends on the martial arts that the grandmaster has comprehended and mastered the martial arts.

Even if a martial artist of Taizu Long Fist can comprehend his martial arts through this fist method and use it to advance to the Grandmaster, his combat power can be extremely terrifying.

It doesn't have to be worse than those strong people who have advanced to the grandmaster with the help of the Divine Skill Treasure Book!

Of course, to say that the Divine Skill Treasure Book is useless to the Grandmaster is to say that it is a lie.

Each of the Divine Skill Classics contains the precious martial arts wisdom and experience left by countless predecessors, and the martial artists who have cultivated the Divine Skill Classics will definitely take advantage of it.

But how much one can comprehend from the Divine Skill Book varies from person to person.

Therefore, between the grandmasters, who is strong and who is weak, you still have to fight to know.

"Master, offended!"

With a sonorous sound, Ning Que pulled out a sword with a sword blade filled with cold and blue light, and the next moment his figure was blurred, but it was nearly a few hundred meters across in an instant, and a sword slashed directly at the sweeping monk.

No one can describe how fast this sword is.

Everyone only saw that Ning Que had just drawn his sword, and in an instant, a terrifying sword light that tore through the sky and the earth slashed towards the sweeping monk.

An extremely terrifying sword intent, like a twelve-level storm, swept across the entire battlefield in an instant, and the land near Ning Que and the sweeping monk was slashed by countless sharp breaths, leaving dense sword marks.

On the entire battlefield, the long swords in the hands of all the swordsmen were even more clanging, as if they were about to break free of their palms and fly towards Ning Que.

In the face of Ning Que's fast and endless sword, the sweeping monk's face was solemn, he recited the Buddha's name, and once again used his three-foot aura!

"Boom !!"

It was as if a 10,000-ton meteorite fell from the sky, the earth with a radius of 50 meters sank half a meter in vain, the dust rose into the sky, and the whole person of the sweeping monk continued to slide in the earth like a cannonball, plowing out a ditch nearly 100 meters long and half a meter deep.

And the three-foot aura outside his body also appeared with fine cracks.

Ning Que's figure flickered, and in an instant he caught up with the sweeping monk, he soared into the air, and slashed out hundreds of swords in an instant.

Ning Que's sword speed was too fast and too fast, and the remnants of his arms stayed in the void, like a thousand-armed Shura.

Hundreds of sword lights, like peacocks opening the screen, fell from the sky with endless brilliant light and shot down towards the sweeping monk.

At this moment, whether it was the people of the Carefree Sect or the righteous path, they all suspended the fight, and looked at Ning Que in the sky in shock, like a thousand-armed Shura, and the gorgeous sword light like a peacock opening the screen.

Such a scene is beyond imagination.

The sweeping monk's face was extremely solemn, and the gorgeous sword light that swept down from the air was extremely solemn, and he knew that his three-foot qi wall could not stop it.

If he only relied on the three-foot qi wall, he was afraid that he would be split in an instant.

"Amitabha!"

The sweeping monk called a Buddha, folded his hands, and arms suddenly appeared from his body, and at this moment he seemed to have become a Buddha with a thousand hands.

"Boom, boom, boom......"

The arms kept blasting forward, and each arm was using a kind of Shaolin martial arts, or Donkey Kong Palm, or Shaolin Arhat Fist, or Balami Hand, or Doroye Finger, or Vedic Palm......

"This ...... This is our Shaolin seventy-two stunts...... No, no, it's far more than the seventy-two stunts, and the power is even more terrifying than the seventy-two stunts......"

On the battlefield, many Shaolin monks, watching the sweeping monk with only one person's strength, at the same time perform Shaolin 72 stunts and many other Shaolin martial arts, all of them were shocked.

Shaolin seventy-two stunts, the difficulty of cultivation of each stunt is extraordinary, monks with average qualifications, as long as they practice a stunt, they need to practice hard for a lifetime.

Monks with strong talents can only practice several stunts at the same time.

Except for the Bodhidharma Patriarch, no one has ever successfully cultivated all seventy-two stunts at the same time.

Moreover, the seventy-two stunts performed by the sweeping monk are obviously much more subtle and powerful than the regular seventy-two stunts.

Obviously, the sweeping monk not only successfully cultivated all the seventy-two stunts, but also sublimated the seventy-two stunts to another level.

"I didn't expect that Shaolin still hides such a terrifying master, should it be said that it is worthy of being a famous temple through the ages!"

Many people in the rivers and lakes who knew something about Shaolin's 72 stunts were also shocked.

"Boom, boom, boom.................."

The gorgeous sword light that slashed down one after another kept colliding with the arms, and the earth-shattering explosions continued to sound, and the entire battlefield trembled.

Swish!

Suddenly, a looming translucent phantom appeared behind the sweeping monk, and before the righteous path heroes could exclaim after seeing it, the ghostly phantom stabbed out with a sword, bringing a puddle of blood flowers on the sweeping monk's body.

Moreover, the phantom stabbed a sword that was not enough, and it actually stabbed out a second sword like lightning, as if it was preparing to completely assassinate the sweeping monk.

However, at this time, the sweeping monk had already reacted, his body instantly reversed, and leaned back, and then condensed a substantial golden palm print, shattering the sword light that stabbed him.

The phantom slowly faded.

The sweeping monk had a sword in his heart, but his breath weakened a lot.

"Master, it looks like you're going to lose. ”

Ning Que didn't know when he had appeared in front of the sweeping monk, opened the star-absorbing force field, and shrouded the sweeping monk in the star-absorbing position.

The pale black star-absorbing force field, like a black hole that is constantly distorting, looks extremely terrifying.

Streams of distorted devouring power constantly acted on the sweeping monk, although it could not easily devour the sweeping monk into a blood mist as easily as it could devour other martial artists.

But it still devours the power of the sweeping monk endlessly.

In fact, the power on the sweeping monk's body was extremely stable, and even if he absorbed the star force field, he couldn't swallow too much at once.

If it is a period of total victory, the sweeping monk has every chance to break free from the star-absorbing force field.

But the key was that he had just been stabbed by Ning Que's sword intent incarnation, and there was a blood hole the size of a bowl in his back heart.

If it is against other grandmasters, even if there is a sword in the heart, it is not a too serious injury, and the sweeping monk can completely use his strength to seal the wound and continue to fight.

But he was facing Ning Que, who had a star-absorbing force field, and he was still in Ning Que's star-absorbing force field.

I saw that at the blood hole in the back heart of the sweeping monk, a blood flow thick with a small arm was constantly sucked out by the devouring power of the star-absorbing force field, and the sweeping monk tried to seal the wound several times, but found that even the power to seal the wound was swallowed.

His strength is getting weaker and weaker, and it's weakening faster and faster.

The sweeping monk sighed in his heart, at this point, he already knew that he wanted to win Ning Que, and there was no hope.

The result is already predestined.

"Amitabha, is this your martial arts master? It's really amazing, and the old man is ashamed of himself...... This battle was lost by Lao Ke. It's just that before he died, Lao Wei still wanted Ding to give a word, do more good deeds, and accumulate more blessings!"

After saying this, the sweeping monk sat on the ground with his eyes closed, but he no longer resisted the devouring of the star-absorbing force field.

In just an instant, the blood in the sweeping monk's body was emptied by the star-absorbing force field, and his whole person turned into blood mist with a bang.

At this moment, Ning Que also received a prompt that his potential points increased by 10,000 points.