The invisible ripples generated from the big tent were like waves crashing into the rocks around Zhao Tiancheng, and they instantly collapsed.

Pointing the Qingfeng Sword at the big tent, Zhao Tiancheng said, "Is that bald donkey pretending to be a ghost there?"

"Amitabha!" With a Buddha call, the curtain of the big tent was slowly lifted, and an old monk with white eyebrows holding a Buddha bead walked out, the skin on his face was like an old tree, the ravines were vertical and horizontal, and the Buddha beads in his hand were much larger than the ordinary Buddha beads, and each bead was the size of a ping-pong ball. Looking at the thin hands, I don't know how this old monk usually plays with Buddha beads.

"The donor has made such a killing, he has entered the path of demons, and he is bound to slay demons and subdue demons without repentance. "Although no internal force was used this time, the sound was still like a bell.

"Hehe!" Zhao Tiancheng laughed lightly, shook his head, and said: "Are the Mongols better than me? The blood on Temujin's hands is several times that of mine, and if I don't stop the Mongols, maybe the blood they set off in the world can stain the entire grassland." It's useless to say more!"

"Zheng!", the Qingfeng sword instantly slashed on the Buddha beads, Zhao Tiancheng was afraid that the entire old monk was delaying time, so after speaking, the figure had already floated to the old monk's side, which was originally a sword to the throat, but was blocked by the Buddha beads.

"Amitabha! Why don't you put down the butcher's knife now? Lao Gao will definitely persuade the Great Khan to kill less. The old monk was guarding the sword light around him, and he was still persuading.

Zhao Tiancheng had already exerted the evil sword technique to the extreme, but he found that the old monk's Buddha bead actually protected the entire body firmly, because he was only focused on defending Zhao Tiancheng and couldn't cause damage for a while.

"Haha! Old monk, you must be stalling for time! Let me see if there is anyone hiding in this big tent?" When Zhao Tiancheng was attacking around the old monk, he happened to turn to the side close to the big tent, and his sword was revealed, forcing the old monk back, and his figure floated towards the big tent.

"Whew!" like a gust of wind blowing the curtain of the big tent open, Zhao Tiancheng just saw the situation inside the big tent, and immediately scolded in his heart, "despicable!"

It turned out that there was a mechanism in the big tent, Zhao Tiancheng lifted the curtain and touched the mechanism above, and there were several crossbows placed inside the entrance of the big tent, and Zhao Tiancheng had just heard the sound of bowstrings as soon as he entered. At the same time, there was a loud sound of breaking wind behind him.

"Ding Ding Ding" continuous impact sound, just after hearing the sound of the bowstring, Zhao Tiancheng instantly took out the Xuantie Sword in the stone room, just in front of him, the Xuantie Sword blocked Zhao Tiancheng like a thick door panel, and all those crossbow arrows shot at the Xuantie Sword, and then Zhao Tiancheng a "Su Qin Back Sword" blocked the Buddha beads that flew from behind, but he felt the huge power coming from behind, and his body involuntarily flew towards the big tent, and at the same time, the Xuantie heavy sword in front of him was also knocked out.

"Click" Zhao Tiancheng fell to a seat in the middle of the big tent, and the wooden seat was smashed. "Poof" spurted out a mouthful of blood, and at the same time, the strong internal force slowly suppressed the feeling of surging qi and blood.

The old monk was unforgiving, seeing that Zhao Tiancheng was not dead, he was only slightly stunned, and stepped on the ground with heavy footsteps, leaving a foot-deep footprint on the ground in an instant, and at the same time, the whole person flew into the air, his palms flew over, and he formed a Buddha handprint, which was pressed down violently. The whole hand was faintly floating.

"Click!" All the woodwork around him couldn't bear the momentum and cracked, Zhao Tiancheng didn't expect that he would have such an embarrassing time now, it was simply "smart but clever mistaken!" had to roll around a leper donkey and roll aside.

When the old monk saw Zhao Tiancheng roll away, he didn't accept his palm, and slapped the Buddha beads hanging on his right wrist with his left hand, and one of them instantly shot at Zhao Tiancheng.

"I'm XXXX, and my mother won't let me live. He slapped the ground, flew up, turned over and stood up, the Buddha bead had disappeared from the ground, leaving only a small hole that I don't know how deep it was.

The old monk happened to slap his palm in the middle of the broken wooden pile, and all the broken wood within the reach of his palm turned into powder, and his body kept turning over, turning into a face towards Zhao Tiancheng and then retreating, clasping his hands together, "Amitabha!" A huge Buddha horn, and at the same time, the remaining Buddha beads in his hand were scattered like a heavenly maiden scattered flowers.

"Ha!" Zhao Tiancheng roared to block the internal force that was spreading, and at the same time, the Qingfeng sword in his hand waved again and again, putting all the Buddha beads aside, but the power of the Buddha beads did not decrease, and through the big tent, a bloody flower instantly erupted on the group of people who were fighting in the distance.

After landing on the ground, the old monk walked towards Zhao Tiancheng step by step, "Bang, bang!" like a giant stepping on the ground, and at the same time, the momentum on the old monk's body continued to increase. I was still chanting words, and I didn't know what I was saying.

The figure suddenly dodged a palm in the front, and the long sword on the side of the old monk turned into a cold light and pierced the temple, "Hum!" A trembling sound, the long sword was like a wail, and the old monk's left hand was on the spine of the sword. At the same time, the right palm slapped towards Zhao Tiancheng's left rib.

One slid behind the old monk, and at the same time, the long sword then slashed at the neck from top to bottom, and the only one bent to dodge this blow while the body reversed and swung with a palm.

Although the speed of the old monk is slower than Zhao Tiancheng, the power of each move is very vast, and he can counterattack every time, but Zhao Tiancheng is suppressed little by little.

At this time, the entire big tent was already shattered, the sword qi was overflowing, the palm wind was whistling, and a white sword light wrapped a yellow figure, but no matter how it attacked, the yellow figure stood there like a stubborn stone.

With the fight of dozens of moves, Zhao Tiancheng gradually felt that something was wrong, because he found that his judgment was plummeting, and he didn't know the change of moves behind, if it weren't for the fact that the momentum around his body was not condensed but he had been paying attention to the movements of the old monk, he might have fallen to the ground by now.

After fighting for a while, the spirit was in a slight trance, and a sword hit the empty place, the old monk seized the opportunity to meet it with a palm, Zhao Tiancheng could only barely run the star absorbing Dafa to a palm, "Bang!" Zhao Tiancheng's figure turned over several times on the ground until it hit the crowd of people who were fighting.

Spit out a few mouthfuls of blood, and at the same time violently burst out the internal force in his body, and the Mongolian soldiers around him who wanted to pick up the cheap flew out as if they had been hit by a truck.

Although there was still blood in his mouth, Zhao Tiancheng laughed, took out an ordinary long sword from the stone chamber when the old monk did not come, and stabbed out the Qingfeng sword in his hand again and again, stabbing a series of hollows on the long sword.

Looking at the old monk who rushed over and was still chanting words in his mouth, Zhao Tiancheng put away the Qingfeng sword and rushed forward with the long sword. When they fought again, Zhao Tiancheng condensed all his entire momentum on the long sword, and every time he swung the long sword, he just "wooh" in the air. The sound kept coming from above the sword.

The old monk stopped in astonishment, and no longer chanted words in his mouth, but tried his best to prevent Zhao Tiancheng's attack.

But the two of them fell into a stalemate stage again, Zhao Tiancheng didn't want to go on like this, maybe there were some other people, so he flew back, and at the same time the index finger and middle finger of the left hand were together, on top of the long sword, with the time of retreating, the long sword turned out to be "buzzing" and constantly trembling, after the retreating figure stopped, Zhao Tiancheng swung the long sword violently, and the sword produced by the entire long sword seemed to go straight into the sky, and the sky-breaking sword momentum slashed towards the old monk's head.

For the first time, the old monk's eyes showed a solemn look, and the robe he was wearing was windless and automatic, and it stirred up like a balloon.

"Boom!" There was a loud explosion sound, and the robe on the old monk's body burst apart in an instant, but fortunately, the sword momentum of the long sword was blocked, and the thin body leaked out, like the body of a starving child in Africa, but a huge power erupted from this body.

"Click" The sound of a skeleton, the old monk's right hand grabbed Zhao Tiancheng on the side, Zhao Tiancheng also punched out, the two people intersected with their fists, the old monk's right hand pinched Zhao Tiancheng's fist like an iron tong, and slammed it hard, "Click!" The entire right hand looked like it was about to be crushed, but Zhao Tiancheng showed a cruel smile instead. Deliberately avoiding the old monk's right hand, the thumb instantly buckled the position of the old monk's tiger's mouth, and the old monk's internal force tilted towards Zhao Tiancheng's body like a flood that opened the floodgates.

The old monk showed a frightened look of sudden loss of internal force, and slapped his left palm on Zhao Tiancheng's right arm, but Zhao Tiancheng threw down the long sword that had been broken, and the left palm separated the old monk's left palm.

Seeing that there was no way to separate, the old monk who knew that death was approaching took the initiative to stimulate all the internal force of his life, and his right hand had turned into a golden color, "Click, click" Zhao Tiancheng's right hand was pinched and flattened little by little.

The severe pain made Zhao Tiancheng's body tremble, and the beads of sweat on his forehead dripped down, as the saying goes, "ten fingers connect the heart", not to mention being crushed by life.

Gritting his teeth, Zhao Tiancheng said word by word: "Look! You! die! no!"

Because of the active stimulation of the internal force, soon the old monk not only completed the internal force, but also the whole body seemed to be weathered and scattered with the wind.

Glancing at his right hand, the bones of the entire right hand had become shattered, Zhao Tiancheng didn't expect to be seriously injured like this, and his right hand couldn't be used in a short time. However, this time, Zhao Tiancheng's internal force has increased by a full thirty years. At the same time, the real breakthrough has reached the middle stage of the innate stage. has become a character comparable to the five in the world, and his personal attributes have also changed.

Name: Tiancheng Zhao

Age: 27

Grade: Mid-congenital

Internal strength: 70 years

Martial Arts: (omitted)

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PS: I don't write about martial arts, I have learned too much. You just need to memorize the common ones.