Yun Zhonghe was shocked in his heart, knowing that the old monk in front of him didn't trust him at all, Yun Zhonghe glanced at Duan Yanqing, he knew that as long as he killed Duan Yanqing today, there would be no turning back in the future.

"Wealth is in danger, fight!" Yun Zhonghe picked up his steel claws and slowly stood up.

"Boss, you never took us seriously, don't blame me this time!" he said, picked up the steel claw in his hand and slapped it against Duan Yanqing's Heavenly Spirit Gai.

However, Yun Zhonghe didn't see a frightened expression on Duan Yanqing's face, but instead a mocking smile.

"Whew!" Suddenly, a strong wind came from not far away, and the sweeping monk's figure immediately flew out, and at the same time, he immediately put away the surrounding qi wall. All the red liquid that had appeared on the wall of qi fell to the ground, and all the surrounding plants turned yellow.

And the crane in the cloud is not so lucky, a part of the red liquid all fell on the crane in the cloud, and without even struggling, he raised the steel claw in his hand and stood motionless, with that hatred expression on his face, like a humanoid sculpture.

"Boss, boss, how are you?" The South China Sea Crocodile God, who had escaped the control of the sweeping monk, hurriedly ran to Duan Yanqing's side and asked with concern.

The South China Sea Crocodile God only suffered a little external injury, and with his strong physique, he could endure it at that time.

"Cough, cough, I can't die yet!" Duan Yanqing has gradually controlled the injuries in his body, after all, he is a master in the middle of the congenital stage, but he was killed by the sweeping monk in one move because he is not good at close combat, but his own internal strength is also very strong.

The sweeping monk glanced at Zhao Tiancheng, who was walking over slowly, and sneered: "Do you think the same method still works?" Then he looked at Tianshan Tong and Li Qiushui, who were sitting cross-legged on the ground in the distance, and continued: "Lost the two of them." Do you consider yourself or my opponent?"

"Really?" Zhao Tiancheng suddenly clenched his fists, and an explosive sound suddenly exploded, "This power is the power of a real grandmaster! What other advantages do you have!" "You're just a newcomer who has just entered the realm of a grandmaster. He just wants to challenge me! Even your master doesn't dare to say that it's my opponent!" "Master doesn't know that you are hiding so deeply, otherwise he wouldn't have let you go." ”

"Haha! You say that stupid man! Concentrate all your energy on the side door! I sent him to the Yellow Spring with a little trick!"

"Ding Chunqiu was arranged by you?" Zhao Tiancheng was shocked, how could Ding Chunqiu get in touch with the sweeping monk.

"Otherwise, you think that his little Wuxianggong was given to him by someone. ”

"So Hatomo is also a pawn arranged by you?"

"Yes, but I didn't expect you to be such a variable!"

"What is your purpose?How can you be a little Wuxianggong?" Zhao Tiancheng had always thought that Gu Mozhi and Ding Chunqiu's Xiao Wuxianggong was taught by Li Qiushui, but he didn't expect it to be a sweeping monk, but Xiao Wuxianggong was originally given to Li Qiushui by Wuyazi's master, and he didn't give Xiao Wuxianggong to anyone except her.

"If you want to know the secret, let's go and ask Hades!" The sweeping monk rushed forward suddenly, and his fists smashed into Zhao Tiancheng's chest like heavy cannons.

Feeling the pressure on his face, Zhao Tiancheng took a deep breath and drew a semicircle with his palms fluttering. At the same time, his steps retreated slightly, his palms continued to draw in the air, and a circle of internal force continued to cover the sweeping monk's fist like a silk thread.

When the fists collided, two huge forces collided together. The force of the ground sinked down. A storm of energy exploded.

A backflip retreated a few feet, and a long sword suddenly appeared in Zhao Tiancheng's hand, and the long sword rushed up again.

When the sweeping monk saw the long sword that suddenly appeared in Zhao Tiancheng's hand, his eyes flashed, and he faintly guessed something, and his heart couldn't help but beat excitedly, and rushed forward.

Zhao Tiancheng's long sword danced faster and faster, and in the end, he only saw the sword shadow in the sky. The figures of the two people were all blocked, even so. But in fact, there is no wound on the sweeping monk's body at all, because the long sword can't touch the other party's body at all, and every time it is blocked by the invisible qi wall outside, although now Zhao Tiancheng probably also understands some of the combined use of spiritual power and internal force, but after all, there are not many beginners, and each time he can only cut into a few inches of distance, the power on the long sword will be absorbed by the qi wall when he goes deeper.

"Squeak......" There was a sour sound, Zhao Tiancheng suddenly stepped back with a long sword in his hand, and as the figure moved away from the sweeping monk, the sound of sore teeth became louder and louder.

The clothes on the sweeping monk's body seemed to have been cut by countless sharp blades, and countless openings were cracked, Zhao Tiancheng held a long sword in one hand, and pressed the spine of the sword with the other.

Suddenly, a stream of blood rushed out of the mountain of the sweeping monk, and a scar appeared from the tear in his clothes, which looked like a sharp blade cut like the wound of his clothes.

With the contamination of blood, it became clear that there were countless silk threads wrapped around the body of the sweeping monk, which were extremely thin, and if it were not stained with blood, it would not be clear at all.

At the convergence of countless silk threads is Zhao Tiancheng's sword body, through the continuous downward pressure of the sword body, the silk threads wrapped around the sweeping monk's body continue to tighten, cutting the very powerful defensive qi wall one after another.

"How do you have this!" asked the sweeping monk as he kept carrying the pressure from the silk thread.

"Why do you want to tell you about this dying man?" Zhao Tiancheng didn't want to talk nonsense, although he had the advantage, but as he continued to tighten the silk thread, the force of the rebound from above became bigger and bigger, and it looked like it was about to surpass Zhao Tiancheng's strength.

The sweeping monk narrowed his eyes slightly, this "soft silk rope" he only handed over to one person is Ding Chunqiu, and Shenmu Wang Ding used it as a treasure used by Ding Chunqiu, this soft silk rope is made of snow silkworm silk. The snow silkworm is wild on the snow mulberry, the body is far smaller than the ice silkworm, and it is not toxic, but the silk spit out is unusually tough, and a single filament is not easy to break. It's just that this kind of snow silkworm spinning silk is limited, and it is extremely difficult to find. The fishing net used by Ah Zi was mixed with some snow silk, but the "soft silk rope" in Ding Chunqiu's hand was not only made of snow silk, but also made of multiple snow silks mixed together through some special means, which was a very rare treasure.

"Did you get this from Ding Chunqiu's hands? That venom must have been refined through the Shenmu Wang Ding!" Looking at Zhao Tiancheng's sweeping monk and said slowly, these things were all made methods that he obtained from an ancient book. (To be continued......)