Jiumozhi demonstrated Shaolin's unique skills such as the Duo Luo Zhi and the Wuxiang Jie Zhi, but they were more sophisticated than the monks in the Shaolin Temple.

The monks in the Shaolin Temple were stunned. They didn't expect that this man could actually know so many unique Shaolin skills. Looking at the wood-burning sword skills he performed, only Master Xuanku could do it. Since his death, no one has mastered this skill.

Learned martial arts.

Jiumozhi only cared about showing off his skills and used several unique techniques one after another. He had already defeated all the eminent monks of the Xuan generation in Shaolin Temple, and finally only the abbot Xuanci was left.

Although Master Xuanci is also a great master, nicknamed "The Crouching Tiger Arhat", he has mastered three of the seventy-two Shaolin stunts by himself. But he has not done it for many years. After all, he is the master of Shaolin.

, his success or failure represents the face of the entire sect. Therefore, he will never take action unless it is absolutely necessary.

"Amitabha, I am here to teach you how to make great moves!" Xuanci stepped out and clasped his hands together.

Jiumozhi has an arrogant look on his face. He has achieved great success in martial arts. With his status as a great master and his unique skills, he wants to challenge the Shaolin Temple. As the leader of the Central Plains martial arts community and the uncrowned leader of the Shaolin Temple, who can do that?

Whoever defeats the Shaolin Temple is truly the best in the world.

Xuanci started with Prajna Palm, which seemed plain, but was actually the most profound palm technique in Buddhism. He performed it with great force and strength, and he continued to practice it endlessly. The more he practiced, the stronger his palm power became, and his moves became more powerful.

The more you practice, the better you become. There is no end to learning.

Xuanci also followed a vigorous path, and his energy was even stronger than Jiumozhi's.

Jiumozhi used his flower fingers to overcome strength with softness, but the two of them fought evenly.

Jiumozhi saw that he could not win against the opponent and thought that the old abbot was so steady. He secretly picked up his fingers with his other hand and flicked them at Xuanci several times.

This formless calamity means that it is truly formless, hurtful and formless.

Xuanci felt these invisible fingers and waved his cassock, using it to resist the opponent's attack.

Jiumozhi secretly laughed, his finger of formless calamity could even penetrate a copper furnace, let alone this cassock? But what surprised him was that Xuanci's cassock actually seemed to have an invisible air shield, which blocked all his attacks.

Blocked.

"Kasaya Demon Subduing Technique?" Jiumozhi was stunned. He had only heard of this martial art but had not yet learned it.

What responded to him was Xuanci's sleeve wind. This cassock demon subduing skill is one of the seventy-two unique skills of Shaolin. Using the cassock to brush objects, all the airflow around you will be stirred up, which can be used to hurt others or protect yourself.

In later generations, Sandu was a fellow practitioner who used the cassock demon-subduing technique, plus other unique skills, to create the diamond-subduing demon circle.

Jiumozhi was "cut" several times by the cassock, and even the blue monk's robe was scratched many times, making him look a little embarrassed.

The monks in Shaolin Temple couldn't help but feel relieved when they saw that the abbot had the upper hand.

But I was not happy for long. Suddenly, the situation on the field changed again. Jiumozhi saw a layer of flame igniting on his palm, but he used his special skill - the flame knife! This flame knife is also a rare skill.

Jiumozhi used this unique skill to wipe out the black sect in Tibet.

At this time, he used the flame sword, and saw a layer of true energy flame attached to his palm. Jiumozhi waved forward, but the flame turned into invisible sword energy and rushed towards Xuanci.

Xuanci used the cassock again, but he couldn't resist it. After four or five knives, the red and gold cassock was burned.

"Amitabha!" Xuanci closed his eyes slightly. When he opened them again, he no longer looked compassionate, but looked a bit ferocious.

He leaned forward and approached Jiumozhi in a few steps. He waved out a single palm with an unstoppable force.

Jiumozhi smiled sinisterly and raised his palm to face him.

The two of them suddenly exchanged palms, but Jiumozhi took three steps back, his right hand trembling slightly.

He was horrified, he didn't expect the opponent's palm to be so powerful!

"Is what you are using the powerful Vajra Palm of Shaolin Temple?" Jiumozhi asked with respect.

Xuan Ci defeated the opponent with one palm, but he didn't look happy at all. Instead, he felt inexplicable sadness.

He nodded, clasped his hands and said, "I shouldn't use this palm technique anymore, but considering that today's competition is related to the reputation of Shaolin Temple, I can't lose."

At this time, he no longer regarded himself as Lao Monk, but instead used me. Only a few people understood this subtle change.

Jiumozhi twitched his nose, crooked his mouth, pointed at Xuanci and said: "In this world, the number of people who can tie with a poor monk is no more than one hand! Shaolin Temple is indeed the most precious temple in the world! But as far as I know, this

There are quite a few skills in the world that can surpass the powerful Vajra Palm!"

Xuanci lowered his head and said with an uncontroversial expression: "What the donor said is absolutely true, but so what?"

Jiumozhi twitched the corner of his mouth and said to himself: "The Gusu Murong family's Shenhezhi, the Beggar Clan's Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, these two unique skills are not weaker than the powerful Vajra Palm."

"Can you not master these two martial arts?" A senior monk of the Xuan generation said with some humor.

Jiumozhi shook his head, "Although I don't know these two martial arts, I recently learned a martial arts in the south, and I asked the master to teach me."

As he spoke, he stretched out his little finger and pointed it at Xuanci, with a ferocious expression on his face. He saw a burst of true energy shooting out from his little finger and rushing toward Xuanci.

Xuanci said "Hmm", obviously he didn't expect Jiumozhi to be able to use this sword finger.

He turned sideways to grab it, but the opponent's second finger came again. He avoided the second finger, and then came the third finger, but it was endless.

By the sixth finger, Xuanci had been shot in the thigh, and blood was pouring out.

Jiumozhi also stopped his offensive at the right time, his face glowing with green air, like an evil ghost in hell.

"This is... the Yang Finger of the Duan family in Dali?"

"No, the Yi Yang Finger is not so powerful. Is this the legendary Six Meridians Divine Sword?"

The relationship between Shaolin Temple and Dali Tianlong Temple is not bad, and several eminent monks of the Xuan generation also know the secret art of the Six Meridians Divine Sword. At this time, what they saw Jiumozhi use seemed to be consistent with the description of the Six Meridians Divine Sword.

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If the Shaolin Temple's seventy-two stunts are unique skills, then the Six Meridians Divine Sword is a divine method. One is just a weapon of 18 kinds, while the latter is like a laser sword. The difference is not that big.

If Jiumozhi really learned the Six Meridians Divine Sword, no one in the Shaolin Temple today can defeat him.

"Amitabha!"

Just when Jiumozhi was secretly proud and the monks in the Shaolin Temple were full of disappointment and at a loss, a gentle call from the Buddha came.

This Buddha's name penetrates people's hearts, and there seems to be an inexplicable power in it.

The smile on Jiumozhi's face faltered, and an unpleasant feeling arose in his heart.

"Old monk, your abbot has been defeated by me, what's the use of you still chanting sutras here?" When Jiumozhi saw this old bald donkey, he couldn't help but feel endless boredom in his heart.

The sweeping monk glanced at Jiumozhi and said with a kind face: "Almsgiver, you have not mastered the skills of practicing this six-meridian divine sword. Instead, you have become a demon and heretic. You are in danger!"

"What are you talking about!" Jiumozhi pointed at the sweeping monk and said, "You don't have any internal strength, how can you talk about martial arts?"

The sweeping monk shook his head. Jiumozhi was even more angry and couldn't help but shoot the Shaoshang Sword at him.

"Be careful!" Xuanci shouted.

The sweeping monk didn't react at all. In the lightning and flint, everyone only heard a "puff" sound. The sword finger hit the sweeping monk, and the sweeping monk suddenly lowered his head.

"Master!" The monks quickly gathered around him.

But the strange thing is that the sweeping monk was hit in the heart by this blow, but he did not fall directly.
Chapter completed!