Wherever the crack passed, grass and trees flew everywhere, and rocks exploded.
"This...is this really a kung fu that can be practiced by humans?"
"How can it be so strong!"
Many people swallowed their saliva, opened their eyes wide, and felt their hearts beating wildly and their blood rushing up.
The fight between the two white and gray figures in front of them was really beyond their imagination!
The momentum carried by each punch and palm is just a random splash, and it can crack the ground.
What a power this is!
The strong wind that hit the face was like a blade, cutting people's faces with pain, causing a group of people to use their inner strength to fight. Those who were weak in martial arts were forced to retreat continuously. Even those as strong as Jiumozhi, at this time
It's a few steps back.
After Boss Wu stood firm, he held the knife in both hands and said disdainfully to the crowd of people watching: "A bunch of bumpkins, do you really think you are a master if you know one or two kung fu? Bullshit masters! In this world, except for my young master and
Lord, who is the master and who dares to call himself a hero?"
"This old monk can be considered half a hero."
Although Boss Wu had a look of disdain on his face, no one dared to refute him. After all, it depends on the owner to beat a dog!
Not to mention one move, the young master only had half a move, and they might not be able to catch it.
Jingzhou floated back, raised his hands, "chichi" a few times, and instantly six rainbow-like sword auras shot out.
This was the first time that he had used all six meridians at the same time. He could see the sword energy opening and closing at great speed, which was shocking, light and swift, and the changes were so subtle that it was really unbelievable.
Countless sword intentions came to life out of thin air, and the roaring sound was endless.
The sweeping monk's expression became serious, and he used dozens of special skills in succession, whether with fists, palms, fingers or staff, to meet the sword energy.
"Good swordsmanship!"
"It's a good chance that the donor can even master the Six Meridians Divine Sword!"
"The master is also extraordinary. Now he has used thirty-two unique skills. He can be said to be the best person in Shaolin in a hundred years!"
Bang bang bang!
Boom! Boom!
The internal forces of the two people interacted, causing the air to explode and make countless leaves fall from the sky.
The crowd that was originally watching could no longer withstand the pressure of the momentum and kept retreating.
This kind of fighting style has never been seen before in my life, even if everyone is well-informed!
At this moment, Jing Zhou seemed to have several actual divine swords in his hands. One sword slashed from bottom to top, and another sword thrust forward like thunder, endless internal energy being unleashed.
Regardless of whether it is a stone or a tree, everything that is touched by the sword energy will explode one by one.
Jiumozhi's expression changed uncertainly, and the joy in his heart disappeared.
He had a strange destiny since he was a child, and he learned a lot of skillful kung fu. For more than forty years, he was only defeated by Jing Zhou.
Before, he felt that although he had lost, he still had a chance to win back. Now that he saw the two fighting in the field, he realized the true strength of Mr. Jing!
The moves are so amazing and the inner strength is so strong that he can't even touch it at all.
Who can catch such a swordsmanship except the old monk in the field!
With one sword shot, all the heroes fell!
The eminent Shaolin monk of the Xuan generation looked even more moved.
The nameless gray old monk in front of him actually used all seventy-two unique skills one after another.
How could there be such a person in this world!
Jingzhou's internal strength was fiercely stimulated. He no longer stuck to the sword moves recorded in the Six Meridians Divine Sword Manual, but used his own understanding of the sword. Suddenly the sword's momentum changed, and a supreme sword intention surged forward, and he moved forward indomitably.
It was unstoppable, as if it wanted to cut off everything in front of it.
The sound of this sword was brilliant, like thunder rushing across the sky. It made people tremble with fear, but they couldn't help but bend down and kowtow.
One sword slashed out, and another sword followed.
This sword made the world go dark. The onlookers in the distance just glanced at it and felt boundless fear in their hearts. It was as if they were in the netherworld, standing on the sea of blood in the underworld, with evil ghosts roaring under their feet, and waves of blood surging, their ears
There was a dark wind blowing all around, and eighteen levels of hell appeared one after another before my eyes.
The broom in the sweeping monk's hand could no longer withstand it at this time, and suddenly turned into several sections and broke apart.
The sweeping monk's eyes became brighter and brighter, his robes bulged, and with a wave of his palms, a three-foot wall of energy rose up out of thin air in front of him.
His momentum continued to rise, his face was dyed with a layer of golden light, and he had the makeup of the Vajra Angry Buddha. There was a mixture of light and dark on a pair of withered palms, countless mysterious auras flowed on them, and instantly turned into palm shadows all over the sky.
boom!
boom!
The wind was strong, the sand and dust were flying, and there was nothing but deafening sound between the sky and the earth.
The two people fighting in the field have disappeared, hidden in the dust and sand in the sky.
Boom!
Boom!
The sound of explosions was like the drums of a battle between two armies, constantly beating the hearts of everyone.
boom!
boom!
Deep pits were dug one after another.
The originally flat ground was filled with cracks and potholes.
After a long time, the color cleared between the sky and the earth, and the two figures who were originally fighting separated.
Jingzhou stared at the sweeping monk, already having some guesses about his identity.
He clearly felt that those sword energies just now were moved away, just like what he felt when he fought with Murong Fu before.
Besides the Murong clan of Gusu, who else would use this skill of traveling across time and space?
I just don’t know whether the person in front of me is Murong Bo’s father or grandfather.
This Murong Bo also lost his father when he was young. Hey, now it seems that Murong Fu's grandfather probably faked his death.
Murong's other skills were passed down from generation to generation!
Jingzhou grabbed a branch from the air and said with a smile: "Master's martial arts is really extraordinary. He actually absorbed all my sword energy. I also have a sword called Wanye Feihua. Please appreciate it, master."
Wang Yuyan, Bamboo Plum, Orchid and the other girls looked at each other and hurriedly retreated.
They had watched the previous fight with great interest. The girls had watched this sword attack all the time in Lingjiu Palace, but now they didn't want to watch it again.
"Amitabha", the sweeping monk said the Buddha's name and stopped talking.
"When you enter without saying a word, when you leave without saying a word, when you ride on the returning wind, you carry the cloud flag."
"There is no sorrow because of separation; there is no joy because of new acquaintances."
Jing Zhou's voice became louder and louder, his aura became more mysterious, and the branch in his hand stabbed forward. In an instant, the situation changed, and the sky and the earth were eclipsed.
The scenery before everyone's eyes changed, as if they saw trees budding, and as if they saw autumn leaves withering, and the alternation between life and death happened in the blink of an eye.
Endless sadness could not be suppressed from the bottom of my heart, and the sad things buried in my mind emerged one by one.
At that moment, several people shed tears and were extremely sad. The weapons in their hands fell to the ground with a thud, and they burst into tears in an instant.
Jiumozhi, on the other hand, saw the fire of hell and the cycle of life and death. Bloodshot eyes appeared in his eyes, and his body was trembling. A circle of beautiful jade beads on his chest fell into his hands at some point, and he picked them up one by one. Knead into powder.
"Looking forward to the beauty of the future, and dreaming of great songs in the wind."
"The cover of the hole is covered with green trees, and the sky is covered with comets."
With a stab of the sword, Jing Zhou turned around and walked away.
Thousands of leaves and flowers are flying, and the cycle of life and death appears.
This sword is the result of his insights that he has gained over the course of several lifetimes.
After an unknown amount of time, everyone woke up and looked at each other with horror in their hearts.
What a sword this is!
Indescribable, indescribable.
But many people lost themselves in that moment.
After suppressing the fear in their hearts, everyone looked forward and saw only an old monk in gray clothes standing in the field, but the figure in white clothes had long disappeared.
"I wonder what the master's name is?"
Xuanci took two steps forward, but he didn't expect that Shaolin would actually hide such a person!
With this old monk here, what does it matter if Shaolin is disgraced today?
"Grandmaster?"
"Grandmaster!"
Xuanci called several times but received no response. When he walked to the old monk, he found that there was blood at the corner of his mouth and his face was gray. He had been dead for a long time.
The news of the battle at Shaoshi Mountain swept the entire world the next day.
Murong Bo did not die, but hid in Shaolin and stole Shaolin's unique skills.
It turns out that those people killed by Qiao Feng all died at the hands of Xiao Yuanshan.
Jiumozhi is so powerful that he defeated several Shaolin monks in a row.
The most talked-about thing is the fight between the leader of the Xiaoyao Sect and the unknown old monk.
There are people who can master all of the seventy-two unique skills of Shaolin!
It turns out that if you practice martial arts in this world, you can practice to the point where you can make the world pale with just one sword!
With one sword shot, all the heroes fell!
Suddenly, all kinds of news were abuzz in the world.
I saw a big boss walking around frequently, telling stories everywhere in teahouses and restaurants.
Immediately afterwards, the Shaolin Temple announced that it would be closed for a hundred years and would no longer be involved in the affairs of the world.
But there is a mysterious Xiaoyao sect in the world.
The leader of the Xiaoyao Sect is also revered as the Sword Immortal by everyone in the world!
The news about the Xiaoyao Sect has become even more popular, and countless people want to join the Xiaoyao Sect and learn the supreme swordsmanship.
But no one knows where the Xiaoyao Sect is.
Gradually, only the legends of Sword Immortal and Xiaoyao were left in the world.
A teahouse in Gusu City
A child rested his hands on his knees. He was about five or six years old, with delicate features and a pair of eyes fixed on the storyteller in the library.
When the storyteller talked about the shocking sword, he stood up from the ground suddenly, his eyes shining brightly.
After another tea time, the storyteller stopped. A group of people in the library were still interested and asked a few more questions before slowly dispersing.
"Invincible boy, why don't you leave? It's getting late, so don't worry your mother."
"No hurry, no rush, my mother promised me an extra half day today. Uncle Zhu, is there really a sword in this world that can make the heaven and earth eclipse?"
"Hahaha, so you kid is thinking about this. Does anyone know? Maybe, maybe it's a legend..."