The other two old monks were taken aback when they saw that the crossing was pushed away by a palm, and they hurriedly stepped up their attack, and at the same time, a trace of internal force began to spread from the black rope.

Zhao Tiancheng wanted to intensify his attack to cross the difficulty, but what he didn't expect was that he suddenly felt that the formation of the three of them was changing, not only dancing the black rope, but also constantly waving his palm to attack.

Zhao Tiancheng is a person in the end, but at this time, he feels the same as six people fighting, if it weren't for his own strength being high enough, he would have already been defeated.

After fighting for dozens of moves, I felt that the air flow around my body seemed to gradually condense into glue under the agitation of the three black ropes and the three palm winds. The movements gradually became slower, and each movement required more internal force to be done.

"Huh, what's the matter with the sect master?Is it time to break through again?" Wei Yixiao saw that Zhao Tiancheng's movements gradually slowed down, and said with some questions, while looking at Zhang Sanfeng on the side.

However, after seeing Zhang Sanfeng's expression, Wei Yixiao's heart suddenly rose, and Zhang Sanfeng at this time actually frowned, obviously not a good phenomenon, and only after a while did he speak: "The Shaolin Temple's Vajra Demon Circle is indeed a powerful formation! ”

Zhao Tiancheng didn't pay attention to it at first because he was busy dealing with the attacks of the three people, but after being affected quite a lot, he found that the changes in the internal force of the three people, the general internal force is rarely released, even if the extremely strong palm technique such as the eighteen palms of the dragon is mostly contained but not released, such as splitting the empty palm and the other cases of urging the internal force to the outside of the body are very rare. But at this time, the internal force of the three of them was gradually released, and the current situation only appeared with the cooperation of moves.

However, the corners of Zhao Tiancheng's mouth showed a sneer. In this case, if an ordinary person is not a grandmaster, he may only be trapped in this formation, because you can't compete with the sum of the internal forces of the three people alone, after all, no matter how talented a person is, the internal force is accumulated little by little. At this time, each of the three people only needs to release one-third of the internal force, and when added together, it is naturally the sum of the internal force of one person.

The person who is in the formation has to spend the internal force of the sum of the internal force of the three people to resist the external resistance, which is not the same as competing with the three people at the same time. It's simply a cumulative competition of numbers, even if Zhao Tiancheng's internal strength is strong enough, it can't compete with the internal strength of these three people for more than a hundred years combined!

"Today, I will let you know what it means to steal chickens and rice!" Zhao Tiancheng also floated his internal force on the surface of his body, and when no one could see it, the internal force released by the three old monks in the air seemed to be being pulled. Little by little, it adhered to the internal force on Zhao Tiancheng's body, and slowly entered Zhao Tiancheng's body.

Zhao Tiancheng was not in a hurry to attack the disaster this time, and someone sent a delicious meal for free. Zhao Tiancheng will not give up if he doesn't eat clean.

In this way, the four people in the ring fought for half a day, and from the first rise of the golden crow to the present, the sun has hung high in the sky overhead. It's noon, and although it's the end of summer, it's still very hot. However, at this time, no one cared about the hot weather. All of them watched the battle of the four people on the field attentively.

It is very difficult to see this kind of top-level master entanglement like this, otherwise between the high levels, unless the level of two people is the same, basically the higher level can basically be killed in seconds, unlike the acquired martial artists who have to fight at least dozens of moves at a time.

The leaders of the various sects below were still watching at first, while explaining the advantages and disadvantages of the moves of several people on the stage and the theory of martial arts to the elite disciples who brought them, but at this time, they still took care of the disciples, and they had forgotten to explain the matter one by one. All watched attentively, and continued to confirm with their own martial arts. to improve their martial arts cultivation, and now they all want this competition to last a little longer, so that they can learn more.

No matter what the heads of the audience think, at least the three old monks at this time are already complaining in their hearts, the tricks they use are the strongest part of the formation of the Vajra Demon Circle, no matter how many people you are here, you can't form a joint force, you can only fight the internal force of the three people alone, and finally die in the formation.

However, at this time, the three of them found that the internal force at this time actually had a feeling that it was difficult to maintain, for decades, there was a feeling of emptiness for the first time in the dantian, and the internal force consumed not much every time they wielded the black rope, but the three of them wanted to maintain the characteristics of the formation at this time, but the three of them had to consume more internal force.

Although it is said that after each battle, Zhao Tiancheng's internal force will increase by different amounts of internal force according to the number of people killed and the strength of the character, but this competition is too long, at this time, Zhao Tiancheng looked at the continuous increase in the number of internal forces in the column of personal attributes, and the joy in his heart was needless to mention.

The sky gradually darkened, and the sunset radiated the last rays of light, shining on everyone's bodies, a touch of blood red, a whole day, at this time, no matter which side of the two sides is enough for the people below to admire, a day of high-intensity fighting, in which the consumption of internal force is unimaginable.

When the sunlight disappeared, Zhao Tiancheng's body was like a spinning top, and the long sword "Ding Ding Ding" hit the three iron cables continuously and quickly, and the strange thing was that the three old monks did not control the black rope, and the three black ropes came out one after another.

Zhao Tiancheng raised his head to the sky and let out a long roar, the sound rolled out with Zhao Tiancheng as the center, the clouds in the sky seemed to be crushed, and the three old monks couldn't control it, and the sound of vomiting blood three times in a row was actually rushed under the ring.

At this time, only Zhao Tiancheng's long howl could be heard on the entire Wudang Mountain, and they all looked at Zhao Tiancheng who was venting in surprise, it was too weird! It was too shocking! It was still a close match just now, and the winner was instantly separated, as if Zhao Tiancheng who stretched out of it had been hiding his strength, and once it broke out, the three of them would be defeated, and they were all looking at the figure who was looking up to the sky with complicated eyes.

In this life, he expressed all kinds of feelings in his heart, and Zhao Tiancheng said to the old monk under the three rings: "It's rude!"

At this time, the Shaolin people remembered that the three old monks were still seriously injured and fell to the ground, and quickly rushed out a few monks to help the three old monks up, but at this time, the three old monks seemed to have no strength at all, and they did not fall down again by relying on the strength of the people they were supporting.

"Good kung fu! Good internal strength! The donor won this time, and we think that the Yang Sect Master's strength is not good, so we will write it off!" Du Er said with a gasp, and then fainted directly.

When the three of them were immediately helped to the position of the Shaolin faction, Kong Zhi anxiously put his hand on Du Er's wrist, and said after a while: "It's not a big deal, it's a serious loss of internal force, the body of the three uncles is empty at this time, and the internal force is exhausted, although there is no danger to life, but even if the injury is healed, I am afraid that the strength will be greatly affected." ”

After hearing this, he slowly breathed a sigh of relief, as long as there is no danger to his life, the matter of Shaolin does not need three people to take action, if the rest of Shaolin is not good, even if the three old monks make a move, it is useless, just like Zhao Min took someone to serve Shaolin in a pot, and the three of them did not make a move.

Because it was getting late, not to mention that the three old monks had already said that they would not pursue the grudges of the three, the Shaolin Temple would naturally not make any more moves, and the whole day of the martial arts conference ended in a battle.

However, this night was not destined to be peaceful, and the conspiracy gradually fermented in the darkness of this world.

A young man with eight cloth bags on his body quietly opened the door of his room, and after looking around to see that there was no one around, he quietly went to the place where the Shaolin Temple lived.

After coming to a side room, he knocked on the door, and inside was a young voice and said, "Who!

The person outside the room coughed and said, "It's me, Senior Brother Zhuang Ci opened the door, Senior Brother is looking for you for something important." ”

Hearing the voice of the senior brother, the monks in the room had already woken up, and at this time, several unrelated monks fell asleep again.

After Zhuang Ci opened the door, he saw that it was indeed Senior Brother, so he said, "Senior Brother, is there anything wrong with looking for me so late?"

"There is an uncle who wants to see you, something very important, come with me now!"

Although Zhuang Ci was a little confused, he still hurriedly put on his clothes and left with this person, this person has been in Shaolin for some years, and it is impossible to harm him, so Zhuang Ci did not suspect anything and walked out.

After passing through several corridors, I came to a clearing, surrounded by plants, and on the path stood a monk wearing a robe, and the leader said respectfully: "Master, Zhuang Ci has brought it." ”

The monk turned his head at this time, and it was Yuan Zhen who had died on the top of the light, and Zhuang Ci in the back immediately wanted to scream when he saw the face of the person in front of him, but Chen Youliang, who was next to him, immediately covered his mouth.

When Zhuang Ci quieted down, Chen Youliang's hand was put down, and Zhuang Ci said with some trembling: "Master...... Uncle Shi!"

Cheng Kun looked at Zhuang Ci with a smile on his face and said, "Alas, Zhuang Ci, why are you trembling all the time!"

Zhuang Ci had no choice but to reply boldly: "I...... I didn't! Uncle Shi!" At the same time, he kept reciting Buddhist scriptures in his heart, hoping to dispel the fear in his heart.

Cheng Kun laughed and said: "You, do you think that I died at the top of the light of the Ming Sect!" Seeing Zhuang Ci nodding, Cheng Kun said: "Actually, I have been in Shaolin, friendship is in the light, and I am in the dark." Then he waved his hand and said, "Okay, okay, let's not talk about these useless things." (To be continued......)