In the distance, Murong Bo saw that Wang Yue was restrained by the sweeping monk, and immediately jumped over to help.

His own son is in danger, how can Murong Bo stand by and watch!

"Old bald donkey, let him go!"

Murong Bo approached, and suddenly pointed at the back of the sweeping monk's heart, using the Murong family's participation and fingering.

At this time, the sweeping monk was trying his best to deal with Wang Yue, and he was injured by Wang Yue's sword qi, and Wang Yue was also trying his best to resist.

Therefore, although the sweeping monk knew about Murong Bo's sudden move, he did not care about it, but first completely restrained Wang Yue, and then dealt with Murong Bo.

Burst!

Murong Bo successfully pointed at the back of the sweeping monk, although there was a true qi defense, but Murong Bo's angry blow was not simple, and he immediately made the sweeping monk's body tremble and spit out a mouthful of blood.

Suddenly, a powerful rebound force swept away from the sweeping monk's body, and immediately sent Murong Bozhen flying out and falling into the Hidden Scripture Pavilion.

"Old Bald Donkey!!

Wang Yue gritted his teeth, the red and white color on his face was constantly changing, and the Nine Yin True Qi and Nine Yang True Qi in his body were oppressed and consumed by the golden energy of the sweeping monk, obviously enduring extremely intense pain.

Unexpectedly, the two true qi in Wang Yue's body slowly began to merge, just like the yin and yang of Tai Chi, affected by the golden energy of the sweeping monk.

"This master, you ......"

Xuan Xuan, Xuan Jing and others also rushed forward with a group of monks, and when they saw the sweeping monk constantly pointing out on Wang Yue's body, they couldn't help but say something.

"You take action, stop the old benefactor inside, and I will deal with this little layman. The sweeping monk whispered.

Listen to his tone. Look at his look. The loss is already enormous. But he still didn't dare to be careless.

Because of Wang Yue's strength, if he doesn't control it, there will be no second person in Shaolin Temple who can restrain him.

"Good. ”

Xuan Xuan, Xuan Jing and the others obviously also saw the seriousness of the matter, and hurriedly stepped into the Hidden Scripture Pavilion to catch Murong Bo.

"You stinky monks, get out of here!"

Soon after entering, several figures fell out. They were all injured by Murong Bo. Even the high-ranking monks of Xuan Xuan and Xuan Jing couldn't stop Murong Bo, and they were injured by more than ten moves. The body jumped out, and several volley fingers pointed towards the heart of the sweeping monk, and his body exuded a thick murderous aura!

At the critical moment, when several volley fingers fell on the half-foot distance behind the sweeping monk's heart, it was rare to advance, as if there was an invisible wall of qi to resist, and several volley fingers were like stones sinking into the sea, eliminating the invisible.

The next moment. A stream of true qi erupted from his back and blasted towards Murong Bo. Banged him against the wall in front of the Pavilion again, and couldn't help but spit out another mouthful of blood.

Murong Bo was injured by this sudden blow, and he couldn't imagine that this old bald donkey still had the ability to fight back under such circumstances.

However, when Murong Bo attacked the sweeping monk, Wang Yue's face gradually calmed down, and his eyes gradually closed, as if he no longer felt pain.

When the sweeping monk saw Wang Yue's situation, his face became more and more solemn, and the speed at which his fingers pointed at Wang Yue's body became faster and faster.

There are still a few fingers left, and he can completely seal Wang Yue's meridians and acupoints around his body, and turn one-third of his power away.

On the ground, just as the last finger fell on Wang Yue, Wang Yue opened his eyes violently and stared at the sweeping monk. There was a strange aura in his eyes.

"Not good!"

The sweeping monk suddenly sped up, and his fingers were already half an inch away from Wang Yue's chest in front of him.

"Ah!!h

An earth-shattering roar emanated from Wang Yue's mouth. Along with it, an extremely terrifying true qi condensed in front of him, gradually revealing a red and white color. In this case, the sweeping monk's face changed greatly, and the last finger on his hand couldn't be clicked no matter what, and he couldn't move forward at all!

"Old bald donkey, is it cool!" Wang Yue said coldly.

When the words fell, the sword finger had already landed on the chest of the sweeping monk, and at the moment when the latter's pupils constricted, a sword qi came out of his body, bringing out a sad blood flower. Immediately, the sword finger turned into a palm, and it was heavily imprinted on the chest of the sweeping monk, and he slammed his palm into the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, accompanied by the sound of fluffy, I think it knocked down a lot of bookshelves.

Slowly put down his palm, and the true qi was also retracted into his body, Wang Yue exhaled softly, and then his body trembled, and a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

No one knows what changes have taken place in him.

At the last moment, he got rid of the control of the sweeping monk, and even the nine yin true qi and the nine yang true qi in the body slowly rotated and blended, just like the two instruments of Tai Chi, which were promoted by the golden energy of the sweeping monk, and poured in from the acupoints and meridians all over the body, and unexpectedly reached the situation of one yin and one yang, merging into the two Yi Taiji, and the situation of yin and yang being compatible.

It can only be said that this is a great adventure, a big coincidence, so that the true qi in Wang Yue's body has gradually reached the advanced realm of returning to the basics.

One-third of the power that was originally almost wiped out by the sweeping monk, due to the unexpected fusion of yin and yang, the power is even worse than before, and even the realm has been improved. If you use the Shenzhou World to judge Wang Yue's strength, it is already the realm of a half-step great master. In real combat, even if you are not defeated by ordinary great grandmasters, you can retreat calmly.

In short, this time he fought with the sweeping monk, although he almost died nine deaths, but the final accident was to take his martial arts to the next level, in this Tianlong world, the real world is invincible!

"Murong Fu, do you really want to be the enemy of my entire Shaolin?" Xuan Xuan struggled to get up and said with some horror.

Looking at Wang Yue's eyes, it was like looking at a devil from hell.

In that case, he was obviously restrained by the old monk, but in an instant, he reversed the situation and slammed the old monk into the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion with one palm, and his martial arts seemed to be even more unfathomable.

How could there be such a terrible person in the world!

"Haha!" Wang Yue laughed wildly, and a true qi came out of his voice, which shocked Xuan Xuan and the others with buzzing in their ears, their qi and blood were not smooth, and their hearts were even more frightened.

Stopped laughing, glanced at them, and said, "It's the enemy of your entire Shaolin, so what! Who can stop me!"

"I have revenge and grievances, and I almost fell into the hands of your Shaolin, and now I want to seek justice!"

Snort!

A sword qi visible to the naked eye instantly slashed through Xuan Xuan, Xuan Jing and others, bringing out a poignant blood light, accompanied by Wang Yue's cold eyes, floating down.

"Little monk Murong, stop!"

In the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, a weak voice came out, and a figure slowly stepped out, it was the sweeping monk.

At this time, the corners of his mouth were full of blood, his face was pale, and his body was a little rickety, staring at Wang Yue tightly.

"All cause and effect arise from the old monk, and it should also be determined by the old monk. Please also ask Murong Xiaoju to let Shaolin go!" The sweeping monk said with a sad face.

Wang Yue stared at him, sneered after a while, and said: "It's not impossible to let Shaolin go, you take my move, no matter life or death, I will let Shaolin go." But after that, you Shaolin will have to close the mountain for a hundred years, I don't know if you can do it?"

The monks of Shaolin Temple present all heard Wang Yue's words, and their faces couldn't help but change.

"If I don't agree, then I will have to wash Shaolin in blood!" Wang Yue said again, which immediately shocked everyone in Shaolin.

After a while, the sweeping monk could only nod.

"Little monk Murong, you have to do what you say. ”

Wang Yue smiled. "Take it. (To be continued.) )