Facing Song Xing's powerful boxing skills, the sweeping monk's eyes were empty, and he raised his hand and waved forward with a light palm.
Song Xing felt his eyes darken, and the sweeping monk's palm seemed to be infinitely enlarged in an instant, filling his sight.
Song Xing felt like a certain monkey who made trouble in the Heavenly Palace back then. Facing the Five Fingers Mountain pressed down by the Buddha, there was no way to avoid or retreat. He could only face the difficulties and go straight up, fighting through the thorns and thorns to find a way out!
Song Xing stamped his feet, not retreating but advancing, like a tiger leaping into a stream, the evil energy all over his body surged, and his whole body tensed up. A force went from the soles of his feet to his fingertips, and with all his body weight, it hit the sweeping monk's palm hard. .
Boom!
At the moment of the fight, Song Xing felt the incomparable force of the counterattack and wanted to knock his fist back.
As soon as he bit his teeth, Song Xing's muscles and bones rang together, and his feet exerted force to resist the counter-shock force. The violent physical power exploded, and instead forced the sweeping monk to take a few steps back.
There was a trace of surprise in the eyes of the sweeping monk: "The little layman has such a physique at such a young age. I really don't know how he got it through cultivation!"
Although he was saying exclamations in his mouth, his hands were not slow at all. With a twist and turn, he grabbed Song Xing's right arm and threw it away.
The sweeping monk's skinny body seemed to contain the power of the ten elephants. The indestructible defense coupled with this terrifying power directly knocked Song Xing away.
boom!
Song Xing's body hit the ground hard, creating a huge hole in the ground. Qiao Feng, who was sharp-eyed, even saw sharp and protruding stones that were smashed into powder when they touched the surface of Song Xing's body. , but Song Xing's body was not injured at all, his eyelids suddenly jumped, and he felt that both of them were monsters.
Song Xing turned over and jumped up, looking at the smiling sweeping monk with a hint of caution and thoughtfulness in his eyes.
After just a few close combat moves, Song Xing had already preliminarily figured out how the true energy in the sweeping monk's body worked.
Under the circulation of true energy that combines yin and yang, the way the true energy circulates in the sweeping monk's body is completely different from any mental method known to Song Xing.
The true energy in the body of the sweeping monk not only circulates in the meridians, but also runs through the flesh and bones at all times. The true energy emitted from the Dantian can even travel directly through the physical body and reach the palms of the hands.
Such a strange way of practice also means that the true energy in his body can nourish the physical body all the time, and practicing the Shaolin Vajra Indestructible Magic is twice the result with half the effort. It is no wonder that under his skinny appearance, he has more powerful physical strength than Song Xing.
"Young layman can sense the abnormality in my body, which proves that you have understood something, but it is not enough."
Looking at Song Xing who was thoughtful, the sweeping monk smiled slightly, and this time he took the initiative to attack. As the monk's robes fluttered, he came to Song Xing and raised his palm to press down.
Song Xing only felt that the air in front of him was evacuated by the sweeping monk with one palm. With the roar of the wind, Song Xing suddenly turned around to avoid the front of the sweeping monk. Using his left foot as a base, he turned around and came to the sweeping monk's side. He also raised his palm towards the sweeping monk. Printed on his waist.
The sweeping monk twisted his waist and knees, turned around, and dropped his palm with a sonic boom in the air, hitting Song Xing's arm.
Then he raised his hand and swept across. Song Xing grunted and was swept away again.
After the Sweeping Monk gained the upper hand, he raised his feet and continued to pursue. Song Xing, who lost his spirit, had to retreat and give way. At the same time, he drew circles in the air with his hands to receive the Sweeping Monk's continuous attacks.
Song Xing's arm made contact with the sweeping monk's arm without making any sound, but there was a pit under his feet, as if there was a terrifying force in the air, pressing down on him crazily.
The back mountain of Shaolin is rocky, but Song Xing stepped on it, leaving countless potholes and footprints, which made Huang Shang next to him see faint beads of sweat on his forehead.
He knew that Song Xing was a master of martial arts, and he also knew that the old monk in front of him was unfathomable, but he didn't expect that the two of them could produce such a slashing effect with only their physical bodies without using much Qi.
When the sweeping monk waved his palm, Huang Shang could even faintly see the waves of air billowing in the air, and knew that it was the terrifying effect caused by hundreds of years of true energy in the sweeping monk's body.
But the sweeping monk has lived for more than 140 years after all, so it is normal to have such strength.
Song Xingcai was so old that he didn't even have a fraction of the job of the sweeper. Under the pressure of the sweeper, he only showed a slight decline. He counterattacked from time to time, which even made the sweeper wary.
Although Song Xing was suppressed by the sweeping monk and retreated step by step, his expression remained undisturbed. Every time he threw out a punch, he concentrated all his strength without losing any energy. The sound of wind.
The sweeping monk pressed forward step by step, blocking all of Song Xing's attacks with a careless movement of his palms. There was also a trace of surprise in his eyes under his thick white eyebrows.
He already underestimated Song Xing very much, but unexpectedly he still underestimated this young man.
The sweeping monk had a premonition that if this young man was given time, he would definitely reach the state he had always longed for.
Just for a moment, Song Xing grasped it keenly, and his five fingers popped out into the shape of tiger claws, directly clasping the sweeping monk's right arm. With a twist and a grab, his shoulders shook, and the strength poured into his arm, directly sweeping the floor. The monk was thrown into the air.
Being in mid-air with nowhere to use his strength, the sweeping monk was so angry that he was about to fall down from his dantian, but Song Xing made another silent palm strike from underneath him.
The sweeping monk gave a low shout, stretched out his left hand close to his waist, and met Song Xing's palm. As he spat out his true energy, he knocked Song Xing out again, and he took advantage of the situation to pop up and fall back to the ground first.
The sweeping monk's feet touched the ground, and his unbalanced breath leaked out, crushing the stones under his feet. Looking up, Song Xing had already caught up with him, clenched his fist into a seal, and swung Buzhoushan towards the sweeping monk. .
After training in the two worlds, Song Xing's internal boxing has improved further. The attack range of Buzhou Shan, which is used with the 'Shen' palm, has once again expanded. Even Huang Shang and others who were watching were swaying and were involuntarily affected. Influence.
A few feet away, Song Xing stepped forward and appeared in front of the sweeping monk. With a flip of his right hand, the sky turned upside down and the Milky Way poured down.
Huang Shang and others who were outside the palm suddenly felt that the air around them seemed to be forced out of the surroundings by Song Xing's palm.
An invisible force centered around Song Xing, restrained the entire area covered by the fist, and suppressed everyone so that they could not move. They could only watch helplessly as the palm that almost destroyed the sky slowly came down!
The hunting wind roared down, blowing on the raised face of the sweeping monk, making his long beard flutter.
A look of surprise and wonder flashed across the eyes of the sweeping monk, then he clasped his hands together and recited a Buddhist chant. The true energy in his body naturally surged out to protect his body, blocking Song Xing's full palm.
Amidst the loud noise, the ground beneath Song Xing and Sweeper Monk exploded, and several cracks several meters deep spread from their feet, forming cracks that extended to tens of meters away.
The sweeping monk, whose lower body was almost embedded in the soil, put his hands together and said: "Amitabha, integrated God into martial arts. The poor monk only accidentally realized it when he was one hundred and twenty years old. The little layman is indeed a genius, and he is the loser of the poor monk." ”
In the previous move, the sweeping monk used most of his true energy to protect his body, and was able to block Song Xing's move of Bu Zhoushan. Although he was not injured, he relied on the powerful true energy to defeat the move, and his intention was already slightly inferior.
Song Xing bowed to the sweeping monk sincerely and said, "Master, you must be humble. It should be me who lost."
With his eyesight, he could naturally see that the sweeping monk never showed his full strength when fighting against him. During the fight, the martial arts path he had understood was integrated into the moves bit by bit and displayed in front of him.
The sweeping monk smiled gently, looked at Song Xing and asked, "Does the young layman have some enlightenment?"
Song Xing was silent for a moment, then looked at him and said: "The water and fire in Nangong must be combined, and the clouds are in the blue sky and the crane is in the future. It is not the combination of yin and yang, but the combination of yin and yang."
The sweeping monk nodded happily: "That's good, that's good. The little layman has extraordinary understanding. One day he will be able to reach a state that his predecessors have not been able to reach and find his own path to martial arts."
