"Little monk Murong, you don't need to make more effort. ”

The sweeping monk held a broom and slowly waved it around his body, blocking the sword qi emitted by Wang Yue without the slightest damage.

"This old guy, his strength is really amazing!" Wang Yue was awe-inspiring in his heart.

The ordinary sword qi could not break through his three-foot qi wall at all, and if he wanted to break the face with a point, he was bounced away by his broom, which was also in vain.

If you want to really hurt him, you need to use real strength.

"Old monk, try my trick!"

Wang Yue let out a long roar, and an invisible momentum erupted from his body. The clothes were agitated, the long hair was windless and automatic, the arms were empty, and the sword qi condensed by the true qi swirled around the body, spinning rapidly, and the front of the Hidden Scripture Pavilion was gradually shrouded in a killing aura!

As soon as this trick came out, the sweeping monk also felt the pressure, his face turned pale, threw down the broom, and shot seriously.

I saw that an invisible sense of oppression emanated from it, and Wang Yue noticed that countless true qi was tightly wrapped around him, forming an invisible shield, and a green robe was also drumming up, hunting and hunting.

"Kill!"

Wang Yue's sword finger was shot, and countless sword qi swirled and condensed, turning into a ray of light, dazzling, making it difficult for people to look directly at its edge, as if looking at it for one more second would cause damage to both eyes.

It was such a bright light, which swept through the air in an instant, and stabbed at the sweeping monk in an instant.

Laugh at!

The bright light was close to a foot in front of the sweeping monk, but it was difficult to move forward, and the speed slowly stagnated, trembling slightly, and even making a rapid friction sound.

The people who watched the battle from a distance were all holding their breath at this moment. Paid close attention to the confrontation between the two.

The scene was deadlocked!

The brilliance. It's like an indestructible spear. The invisible shield of the sweeping monk. It's like a shield that doesn't do anything wrong.

Both are the strongest, the strongest spear attacks the strongest shield, and it is difficult to predict which will win or lose.

"Little monk Murong, your swordsmanship can be called the best in the world, which is an eye-opener for the old monk. ”

The sweeping monk spoke suddenly, and at the moment when everyone was holding their breath and paying attention, he didn't seem to be worried. There was almost no change in the complexion.

In the next moment, he sighed loudly, and everyone didn't know why he was, but it made Wang Yue's face change sharply, as if he was facing a great enemy.

"Huh!"

With a sigh, the original stalemate situation, but seeing that the bright light began to tremble sharply, Wang Yue jumped away when he saw this, and the bright light was bounced back as soon as he entered slightly!

Bang click!

Straight through a large tree in front of the Scripture Pavilion. The tree then split apart and turned into countless arm-thick pieces of wood. Burst apart.

This kind of power is really incredible.

But everyone's eyes did not linger on the broken wood all over the ground for a long time, and the scene changed again.

Wang Yue had already made another move, swept in front of the sweeping monk, his eyes were as sharp as a sword, and pointed at the sweeping monk's chest.

This finger, or this sword, seems to be a finger but not a finger, like a sword and not a sword, just like a slow motion, slowly clicked out.

As a result, it passed through the Qi wall defense of the sweeping monk and was rapidly approaching his body.

The sweeping monk is like a great enemy, and his face is more dignified and even fearful than facing the earth-shattering sword.

He was also a hand, clenched into a fist, and slowly bombarded forward, hitting Wang Yue's finger sword.

The moment they made contact, it seemed that a strange wave emanated from the two of them, stretching over the entire position of the Scripture Pavilion. It seemed that at this moment, there was a little silence, and there was a dead silence around him.

This state lasted for several breaths.

The original dead silence suddenly burst out of the surrounding sound, it was a sound that crescinated from weak, the sound of the air flow rubbing rapidly!

Rumble!

A stream of true qi collided with the two of them in an instant, like a flood that had been gathering for a long time, breaking through the river embankment and being out of control!

The long windows and door frames in front of the Scripture Pavilion, the fallen leaves and dust on the ground, the branches on the trees, and the people watching the battle were all affected by a strong wind pressure. The window frames were shattered, the fallen leaves and dust were flying, the branches were swaying and breaking rapidly, and Murong Bo and Xuan Xuan and the others also involuntarily swept back, trying to stay away from the two who were fighting.

In front of the Scripture Pavilion, there were only two people left, and there was a mess.

The top of the two of them, like a cloud of smoke, kept rising.

The sweeping monk's complexion was like being covered with a layer of gold leaf, and Wang Yue's complexion was alternating red and white, as if his face had changed.

This is the situation where the two of them are competing for skill!

"This old bald donkey, his skill is still faintly above me, and it is as pure as this, Shaolin's internal strength seems to be the peak, and it is worthy of being a sweeping monk comparable to Zhang Sanfeng!" Wang Yue said secretly in his heart.

That day in the Yitian World, he fought with Zhang Sanfeng, and he couldn't test Zhang Sanfeng's bottom line. Now compared with the sweeping monk, this person's skills may still be above Zhang Sanfeng, but it cannot be said that Zhang Sanfeng is inferior to him, and the two focus on the two are different.

Gradually, the true qi of both of them was rapidly depleting. If you continue like this, I am afraid that you will end up losing both.

However, the fist is afraid of being less strong, and Wang Yue's physical fitness is above that of the sweeping monk. He is already old, and if he exhausts his true qi with Wang Yue, he will be the one who dies in the end.

And Wang Yue has a feeling that the strength of this old bald donkey is probably more than that.

"Amitabha!" said the sweeping monk. "Murong Xiaoju's martial arts, the old monk will never let you leave Shaolin!"

As soon as these words came out, Wang Yue's face changed, and the old bald donkey really had a backhand!

In an instant, the sweeping monk's other hand quickly brushed over, so fast that Wang Yue was a little unable to react, and was pointed at his right shoulder, and his strength stagnated.

"Go ahead. ”

The sweeping monk said lightly, stretched out his fist, and instantly withdrew Wang Yuezhen, and couldn't help but churn the blood in his body, spurting out a mouthful of blood.

Wang Yue just wanted to stand up steadily, looking for an opportunity to fight back. The sweeping monk had already swept forward, and several fingers were dotted on his chest, only to feel a few strong forces penetrating his body, wanting to seal his meridians and acupoints.

If it goes on like this, you have to be restrained by him!

Immediately, his face was ruthless, regardless of the fact that he was imprisoned by the sweeping monk, his left hand carried his true qi and strength, and suddenly pointed in front of the sweeping monk, this move was a hateful blow, and it was while the sweeping monk was unprepared, a sword qi passed through the sweeping monk's right chest, bringing up a touch of blood, which immediately made his body tremble.

"The old bald donkey wants to seal me, it's not that easy!"

Wang Yue pointed out a finger, which had already injured the meridians in his body, and he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood again, his face was hideous, and he was about to point out again.

"Little monk Murong, don't struggle, I didn't want to harm your life by leaving you, but to let you get out of the demon path and return the martial arts to peace. The sweeper said.

Fang was injured by Wang Yue's finger, the sweeping monk didn't seem to have an effect, clamped Wang Yue's wrist, and the other hand quickly fell everywhere on Wang Yue's body.

This old bald donkey's actions are to abolish his martial arts!

Wang Yue woke up in shock, but now there is nothing he can do, can he let this old bald donkey abolish his skills? )