The three monks of Du'e were born, and all the heroes were shocked. The Shaolin was profound and was still above any major sect in the Central Plains. If the leader of the Ming Cult repeatedly forced each other, how could he know that its strength was so amazing? Just looking at a brief attack just now, you will know that each of the three monks of the Du generation was not weaker than that of any leader of any of them.

Some people who are as dark as Zuo Lengchan even have a vicious idea. It would be better for the Ming Cult to fight against Shaolin to lose both sides so that he can benefit and overwhelm Shaolin and Ming Cult.

Sure enough, these three old monks Yan Dao were defeated by Yang Dingtian, the former leader of the Ming Cult, and even took away one eye. Therefore, they hated everyone in the Ming Cult as deep as the sea, but they heard Du Er say again: "Okay! OK! Good! Since Yang Dingtian died, this account will fall on you. Today, we and the three of us are about to learn your master's tricks, Amitabha!"

As soon as he proclaimed the Buddha's name, the two monks of the misfortune said in unison: "My Buddha is merciful!"

Zhang Xinyi smiled slightly, and regarded the three people as if they had not seen each other. Instead, he bowed to the sweeping monk for the third time and said, "Please give me advice."

The three monks snorted coldly, and three black ropes suddenly flew up and rolled towards him.

When the talk was soon, three figures of human beings suddenly emerged from the Ming Cult, palms, swords and swords slashed on the black rope at the same time. With a crisp "pop", the energy and energy intertwined, the black rope instantly rolled back.

"Come on!" Du Egao shouted, and his internal force was spitting out. The black cable in his hand circled in the air and stabbed straight out, like a spear shooting towards the person in the center.

Zhang Wuji rose up and swung half a circle in the air, avoiding the black rope, Du Er swung his left palm and came silently. Zhang Wuji used the internal power of the Nine Yang Divine Power and fought with him.

"Bang!"

With a dull sound, Du He's body shook, he took three steps in a row, and his footsteps were about an inch behind the ground. Zhang Wuji was slightly better than half a move, but he didn't chase him, standing with his hands behind his back, showing his grandmaster's demeanor.

At the same time, Zhu Duneng had several moves with the visitor, swords, swords, and whips turned into afterimages. They had more than a hundred times in an instant, and it was difficult to tell the difference for a moment, so they pulled away.

Du Er secretly concentrated his luck and adjusted the chaotic true energy in his dantian. He looked at Zhang Wuji and the other two on the opposite side. He suddenly said, "Good skills! Good kung fu! Why did the world have a top master who has been so young for so many years?"

He saw that the three of them were not old and the youngest was not as good as the ones. However, their martial arts skills reached the pinnacle and were not inferior to the three who had been in the Dead Wood Zen for thirty years.

When Xuan Ji saw Zhang Wuji and the other two attacks, he quickly said loudly: "It's so that the ancestors know that these three are Zhang Wuji, Huang Shang Sword King Ding Dian, and Jin Crow Sword King Shi Potian. They are all the top experts recently recruited by the Ming Cult."

When the three monks Duhe heard this, they lowered their voices and said, "Amitabha. What a pity! What a pity!"

The heroes knew where the three monks were, but it was nothing more than a pity that the three young heroes with great martial arts actually chose to join the Ming Cult to be accomplices of the tiger.

Of course, the people of the Ming Cult are not to be outdone. Zhou Dian cursed: "What's the pity for him, grandma?! The leader is so talented and has great martial arts. His martial arts are invincible. The brothers in the gang are all loyal and have great ambitions. Now, there is a great chaos, which is a good time for us men to make achievements. Isn't it countless times better than you turtles."

Zhou Dian's words aroused a lot of cheers from the Ming Cult, among which the Sun and Moon God Sect, who had newly joined the Ming Cult, shouted the loudest and exciting.

Of course, we also gained the clamor of the righteous children, "discretionary ministers and traitors" and "shameless and traitors" incessantly.

At that time, the Ming sect had great achievements, with a huge number of believers, sufficient money and food, and prepared for war, but they did not obey the jurisdiction of the court. They fought against Mongolia and occupied a land, looking like a small kingdom, and their hearts were obvious.

Yang Xiao, deputy right envoy of the Ming Cult, laughed and said, "Just just now, the monk sweeping the floor said that he wanted to let go of his war and eliminate his grudges with a smile. The three monks didn't think they were a little angry?"

Du Er and the other two had already noticed the old monk in gray standing under the tree. When they saw that the leader of the Ming Cult ignored them, he looked respectful and respectful to them. He couldn't help but wonder what kind of person this person was.

Without waiting for their orders, Xuan Ji had already taken a few steps forward and told the origin of the person in the ears of the three of them.

After hearing this, Du Er and the other two sighed, clasped their hands to the old monk and bowed: "I have been in Shaolin for decades, but I didn't know that the monk was coming from the sea. I would like to ask the monk to forgive me."

The sweeping monk looked sad and said, "The three of you don't have to be too polite. It's the old monk who disturbs the temple."

After the sweeping monk finished speaking, he looked at Zhang Xinyi again, shook his head, and sighed, "Well! Master Zhang actually insisted on this. I believe that even if the old monk did not agree, Master Zhang would have to force Master Zhang to agree, and the old monk fulfilled Master Zhang's wish.

"Okay! OK! OK!" Zhang Xinyi said three times in a row, and only heard his whistle, and he swept through several feet away. His fists tear apart the sky, like a meteor flying down.

When Zhang Xinyi's body technique was unfolding, the sweeping monk was originally motionless. It was not until Zhang Xinyi's fists were blowing out, and his face moved slightly, "The tenth level of the Dragon Elephant Prajna Prajna Prajna Prajna Prajna Prajna Prajna Prajna Prajna Prajna Prajna Prajna Prajna Prajna Prajna Prajna Prajna Prajna Prajna Prajna Prajna Prajna Prajna Prajna Prajna Prajna Prajna Prajna Prajna Prajna Prajna Prajna Prajna Prajna Prajna Prajna Prajna Prajna Prajna Prajna Prajna Prajna Prajna Prajna Prajna Prajna Prajna Prajna Prajna Pra

Zhang Xinyi shouted loudly, like a thunderclap, and the dragon crossed the river: "That's right!" A punch was blown out, and a series of amazing bursts of air sounded in the air. The torn wind made the people around him unsteadily even standing.

With one punch, the wind and clouds will change color and the heroes will bow their heads.

The heroes were shocked and their minds were shocked. The Shaolin monks even opened their eyes wide, with bald heads sweating coldly, and there was only one thought in their minds: "Can he catch this punch?"

Facing Zhang Xinyi's extremely violent and fierce punch, the monk's way of dealing with it was to stretch out a thin and old palm like a dead branch and slapped it out.

The sweeping monk's palm seemed ordinary, even a three-year-old child could use it. This was such an ordinary move, but it resisted Zhang Xinyi's punch that was astonishing as thunder and madly domineering.

"Bong!" It seemed like a low drum sound, hitting everyone's hearts hard, and violent waves of air started, wave after wave, wave after wave, shocked the earth under his feet violently shaking. Then, the heroes could see a transparent and visible light curtain ripples, lying among the two people fighting.

"What is this..." Some people made such moaning moans among the heroes because they couldn't believe that martial arts could actually reach such a state.

True qi transforms into shape and condenses air wall.

This is the strongest defense of the Sweeping Monk - the legendary three-foot air wall!

Zhang Xinyi's strong punch hit him, as if he was trapped in a very soft but extremely tough liquid sphere.

At the same time, the sweeping monk pressed his palm on Zhang Xinyi's fist as if he was slow and fast. Zhang Xinyi paused and felt a huge force rebounding from his fist. He let out a muffled groan and took a step back.

After the sweeping monk attacked, he asked, "Are Master Zhang satisfied?"

Zhang Xinyi felt the boiling blood in his body, and was in a hurry to fight, laughing, "No, I'll ask the monk to take a move!"

The sweeping monk nodded, seemed to step forward slowly, suddenly, shrank into an inch, appeared in front of Zhang Xinyi, stretched out a palm and slapped Zhang Xinyi's chest.

"Good come!" Zhang Xinyi shouted in a low voice, his internal strength was inspiring, and the unparalleled dragon and elephant true energy mixed with ice and fire power, giving birth to various strange phenomena, faintly. The heroes seemed to see the ice elephant screaming behind him, and the fire dragon danced wildly, turning into a stream of light and circulating into his fists, and taking action with a fierce attack.

The sweeping monk seemed to sigh softly, not fighting with him directly, but stepped forward again, and appeared behind Zhang Xinyi like a ghost, and slapped it slowly with a palm.

Zhang Xinyi swept his elbow, tearing the air and making a shrill sound, and a powerful move was touched.

The monk sweeping the floor was not able to move. He instantly changed his breath and his palms were closed. His body flashed again and appeared at the abbot above, with his head and feet folded his right hand and pressed his left hand towards Zhang Xinyi's Baihui point.

Zhang Xinyi was like a dragon, and his body brought a series of afterimages, and disappeared in an instant. However, he saw the monk sweeping the ground with his left hand, and a gentle aura was generated in the impossible, which eliminated the force.

"So fast!" The few times the rabbits rose and fell, and the heroes were dazzled and their brains were not enough. Except for a limited number of people outside the field, the rest of the people could not see the movements of the two of them clearly. They only saw their bodies flashing several times, and the "bang bang" sounded in the air. As for what they did, who had the advantage, they didn't know.

After only a few breaths of time, the two of them had already walked a few times on the line of life and death. In addition to the first move, one move was not changed. However, the danger was far better than the first move.

The two have completely different martial arts styles.

If Zhang Xinyi's martial arts is a domineering martial arts, he is full of strength in every move and move, and he is truly dead when he is alone, and he is in ruins when he is touched. Anyone who fights him can determine life and death in an instant, and he will dominate the world and be the only one.

Then the martial arts of the Sweeping Monk is the kingly martial arts. It is upright and suppresses people with its power. It seems that it does not have a trace of fireworks, but it does not make people feel a little bit of resistance.

Zhang Xinyi and the Sweeping Monk, both of them are at their highest level in the world, but there is no difference between high and low. This battle is not only a test of their personal martial arts cultivation, but also a showdown of their wisdom, experience, physical fitness and will.

In terms of martial arts, the Sweeping Monk is one level higher than Zhang Xinyi. However, if the martial arts skills are not enough to supplement the body, Zhang Xinyi's physical fitness is far beyond ordinary people. This is the greatest reliance for him to fight the Sweeping Monk.

There are many heroes on the field with superb martial arts skills. Now that they have seen the two of them, they know that there are people outside of them and there is a reason for heaven.

Among them, the three monks, Xiao Yuanshan, Xiao Feng, Murong Bo, Murong Fu, Jiumozhi, Xiao Zhao, Zhang Wuji, Ding Dian, Shi Potian, and the three monks who have the highest martial arts skills and their deepest insights.
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