"Buddha appears and divine monks descend to earth!"
Seeing the strange phenomenon on the sweeping monk, some Shaolin disciples knelt on the ground and worshiped devoutly. Even Xuanji and others had a daze in their eyes. They wondered when there was such a divine monk in Shaolin.
"Hmph, let me try your Buddhist golden body!"
There was not much surprise in Murong Fu's eyes. After all, he could do it easily now. It was just using his strong Qi to form an almost solid Gang Qi all over his body. It was nothing at all.
As Murong Fu finished speaking, his figure suddenly jumped three feet high, raised his right arm high, and followed by a palm force with a faint blue light, like a giant cauldron, it tipped down towards the sweeping monk. Wherever it touched, the green bricks on the ground suddenly turned into powder, and a five- to six-foot-wide handprint was deeply sunk into the ground, and the golden light on the sweeping monk's body also dimmed a bit.
"Beiming Zhenqi? It seems that the young donor also has a great connection with the Xiaoyao Sect. No wonder he has such profound skills at such a young age."
When he realized that the other party's true energy could dissolve his own strong energy, the sweeping monk noticed something and waved his sleeves to hit out a series of drills as fast as thunder.
Murong Fu had just formed a wall of air in front of him to block him, but unexpectedly, the golden light from the opponent was as sharp as a blade, directly breaking through his wall of air and almost scratching him.
After a pause, Murong Fu used his fingers as swords and pointed them at his chest. The Dugu Nine Swords and the Murong Family's Shenzhen Finger were like the edge of a victor's sword in his hand. Even the sweeping monk did not dare to let him use the sword. Pointing at his own body, waving his sleeves to challenge him.
At this moment, the two people's bodies are full of zhenqi, and every move has great power. Wherever they go, the bricks and stones under their feet are cracked like spider webs. The force of their palms is like a thunderbolt from the blue. There was a loud explosion, and the cold light of Beiming's true energy collided with the golden light of Buddhism. The scene in front of them had already transcended the scope of ordinary martial arts. In the eyes of the heroes, the two were like immortals fighting each other, fighting from the ground to the sky, and then again. From heaven to earth.
The fight was so intense that the mountains collapsed and the earth shattered, and the situation changed!
Murong Fu didn't expect that he could only draw a tie with the opponent even after using the Great Shift. Several times when the two faced each other, he wanted to use Beiming Magic to absorb the opponent's internal energy, but he thought that the sweeping monk could Recognizing his Bei Ming Shen Kung, there is no guarantee that he will not know the drawbacks of this martial art that absorbs people's inner energy.
If the opponent's internal strength is slightly higher than your own, if you use it rashly, you will definitely suffer a backlash.
The sweeping monk took one step forward, and his whole body was filled with golden light. When his martial arts reached his level, he was no longer obsessed with the changes in his moves. A single tap of his palm exerted great power.
Murong Fu suddenly shouted loudly. Facing the powerful palm of the sweeper, a dark force suddenly aroused from his body, knocking back the opponent's palm force. It was the Murong family's special skill "Dou Zhuan Xing Shi Shi", which he used With the blessing of abundant infuriating energy, the power of this palm increased greatly. Even the golden light protecting the body of the monk Esao dimmed a bit under this palm, and he staggered back a few steps.
"Amitabha, I never expected that the little benefactor's ability to change the world is even better than that of your father!"
The sweeping monk sighed softly, and then pointed his finger in the distance, and shot towards Murong Fu with his swift and sharp finger force.
Murong Fu also bent his fingers slightly, and used the combined fingers of the Murong family to offset the force of the opponent's fingers. The energy they shot out with just the force of their fingers could hurt the enemy three feet away. This scene made everyone in the Duan family dumbfounded. He thought that the Duan family's Six Meridians Divine Sword could only push the sword energy a distance of one foot. For example, even if he trained his Yiyang Finger to the first level, he could not achieve this finger strength of three feet.
Duan Yu looked at Murong Fu showing off his might and thought that while he was still complacent about having mastered three of the Six Meridian Divine Swords, the opponent's martial arts had already reached the realm of heaven and man. He wanted to catch up with him in this life. , I am afraid that I will die without hope!
Especially after seeing Zhong Ling and Murong Fu together, he felt an inexplicable cramp in his heart. Once upon a time, he had held the other person's embroidered shoes and went to the Valley of Ten Thousand Tribulations for help.
At that time, the two had feelings for each other, but unfortunately, fate dictated that they became brother and sister, but why was it Murong Fu?
Having Mu Wanqing is not enough, now even Zhong Ling...
Although he knew that he shouldn't feel hatred for this, he couldn't calm down when he thought that Murong Fu not only married Wang Yuyan, but also that Li Shishi, whom he respected as a fairy, was just his personal maid.
Whether it was jealousy or incompetence and rage, in short, he was in a terrible mood now. He felt a nameless anger accumulating in his chest, as if his whole body was about to explode.
Different from Duan Yu's ups and downs of emotions and confusion, the heroes were completely attracted by the wonderful fight between the two. No one wanted to blink for fear of missing the exciting moment of decisive victory. .
And everyone has the same idea in their minds. Since ancient times, they have believed that there is no first in literature and no second in martial arts. I am afraid that the title of No. 1 in the world will arise between these two people today!
I don't know whether the green-robed old monk is better, or whether Murong Fu, the late waver, can catch up with the front wave and gain the reputation of being the best in the world.
I saw Murong Fu and the sweeping monk fighting for hundreds of rounds, from palm skills to finger skills, and then from finger skills to fists and kicks, and it was difficult to determine the winner.
But those who are interested can clearly find that the sweeping monk is getting older after all, and his moves are not as easy and free as before.
After all, Murong Fu should be stronger with less time, and he also had the Marrow Cleansing and I Ching cutting the marrow to strengthen his bones. Even if he had to fight for three days and three nights, he would not be exhausted.
Others can still notice it, and Murong Fu, who was the first to bear the brunt, naturally also discovered the clues. The hero is dying, and he will eventually be unable to change this ending with the power of one person.
However, as if to verify Murong Fu's words, just when the sweeping monk entangled him with a set of capture techniques, two figures suddenly jumped out from the crowd, grabbed Xiao Feng and tried to escape.
But at the same time, two figures, one white and one purple, flew out and stopped the two of them.
After a fierce battle in the air, the four afterimages each fell back into the square.
"Little girl, I haven't seen you for half a year, but my martial arts has improved a lot!"
I saw a voluptuous and beautiful girl in red holding Xiao Feng with one hand, looking at the girl in purple in front of her with interest.
"Have we met?"
Ah Zi snorted and looked at the girl in red in front of her angrily, but she was actually quite fearful in her heart.
On the other side, two women in white were facing each other. One was as pure and cold as a green lotus. She seemed to be indifferent to anything. She was holding a Yao Qin in her hand. It was Master Li.
As for the woman in white clothes in front of her, her face was covered with white silk, her features were picturesque, she had a long figure, her waist could be easily grasped, and she was full of charm and charm. She was actually the Empress Dowager Li Qiushui of the Western Xia Palace.
