Thunderbolt of the End of the World

Xiao Feng and Murong Fu looked at each other, reached a consensus in an instant, and attacked the sweeping monk at the same time.

The sweeping monk clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha, the good place of Buddhism, several donors must not act ignorantly."

His palms only slammed together like this, and there seemed to be a force that turned into an invisible high wall, blocking him.Xiao Feng and the others slammed into the wall with their overwhelming palms, and disappeared without a trace.

"Xiantian Zhenqi! This old guy is not easy!"

The four of them froze at the same time. They had rarely met an opponent in their lives, but the old monk in front of him was much stronger than him and others, but since he had already made a move, there was absolutely no reason to give up halfway.

Xiao Feng stretched out his palms and punched the old monk.The old monk stretched out his left palm, blocked Xiao Feng's push with both palms, and patted the top of Xiao Yuanshan's head with his right palm, and Xiao Yuanshan hurriedly reached out to block it.Murong Bo pinpointed a "sweeping finger" in the gap and shot directly at the key point of the sweeping monk. Murong Fu's skill was the weakest, so he chose to fight from the side. When he reached three feet in front of him, he was blocked by an invisible force.

"It's kind of interesting, Xiaofeng, you guys can resolve your grievances and grievances on your own, leave this old guy to me!" Seeing how many of them are fighting in full swing, Nanfeng is also a little itchy if they don't compete. .

Murong's father and son suddenly smashed the window with a palm and jumped out.

"Old Murong, leave!"

Seeing this, Xiao Feng and his son shouted loudly, and stopped fighting with the floor sweeper, and hurriedly chased out the window, leaving only Nan Feng to stand opposite the floor sweeper.

God of destruction!

Immortal golden body!

Nan Feng did not compete to see that they had all left, and did not talk nonsense with the Sweeping Monk. "Bingjia Wujing. Scroll of God" started directly and slammed towards the Sweeping Monk.

The sweeping monk knows that Nanfeng's incompetence is no small matter, so he doesn't dare to be careless. Seeing that Nanfeng's incompetence is a big move, he no longer uses the "invisible wall" to resist, but uses the "King Kong is not bad" that he has practiced for many years. "Divine Art", only a loud "bang" sound was heard, and the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion was blown up by the south wind without a single move, while the sweeping monk was smashed back a few steps.Seeing his seven-layer skill only made the floor sweeper take a few steps back, without even spitting blood, Nan Feng was not angry but happy, and said to himself, "Finally found someone who can be beaten!"

"Amitabha, benefactor, Lao Na and you have no grievances or enmity, so why do you have to push each other hard." The sweeping monk looked at Nanfeng not competing with a sad face.

"Ha! The things in this world are like wind and snow. How come they can be as good as they want, and they stop when they want to?"

"Amitabha! Since the benefactor insists on doing this, the old man has no choice but to offend him!" As soon as the floor sweeper finished speaking, his whole body turned into a golden light and shot toward the south wind without competition.

"The speed is good, but unfortunately it is not enough!"

Nan Feng did not dodge when he saw the sweeper rushing towards him. When the sweeper's palm was close at hand, he slammed a palm. "Bang", the two palms slammed into each other. , countless precious Shaolin classics were instantly shaken into powder, and Nan Feng Bujing could clearly see the fleshy color on the face of the old monk who swept the floor.

"Your sin is unforgivable!" The floor sweeper was instantly furious, and his left hand "Vajra Palm" fiercely turned to Nanfeng not to bid for the auction.

"You also have half of the credit!" Nan Feng Bujing drew a semicircle with his left hand, and used the "Pure Yang Palm" to forcefully follow the move.

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King Kong lined up!

Pure yang!

"Dang!" Flesh palms collided, but a steel chirping sounded, the ground under their feet collapsed in an instant, and the two of them flew back, the scorching aura swept all around, and the sweeping monk saw this, knowing that if he used this as a battlefield again, only Afraid that all the works of Shaolin for generations will come to nothing, they will now fly away.

"boring!"

Nanfeng Bujing understood the Sweeping Monk's intentions, but did not stop it. It might be beneficial for Nanfeng Bujing to keep the sweeping monk here, but if the sweeping monk was distracted by these scriptures, his combat power could not be fully utilized. On the contrary, it is not beautiful. Since he wants to fight, it is natural to do his best to be happy, and he does not bother to use this method to increase his chances of winning.

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In the Shaolin Temple, the crowd was surging, just now Nanfeng did not compete with the sweeping monk. Even if they were far apart, they felt the movement and wanted to go forward to watch it. , Although the heroes are itching, they don't dare to challenge openly. Don't look at Shaolin's lack of confidence in the face of Nanfeng's incompetence, but they are still very strong in front of these heroes.

"Wow!" A golden figure suddenly jumped over everyone's heads with a piercing wind-shattering body. Before everyone could recover, a white figure followed, only to hear the white figure say: "Today, the south wind is not competing. I will be happy with your failure! Hahaha!" The voice was high, with unparalleled confidence and arrogance, the laughter still echoed in the ears, the person had disappeared, and everyone was shocked.

"Nanfeng does not compete! Who was that golden figure just now?"

"Uncle Xuannan, they seem to be going to the martial arts field!"

"Let's go, everyone, follow along and have a look."

……

The Sweeping Monk stopped on the Shaolin martial arts field, and just then heaved a sigh of relief. Nan Feng floated down without competing and said, "This is the battlefield you chose."

"Amitabha! The benefactor's obsession is too deep, and he has entered the devil's way." The sweeping monk clasped his hands together, and his face was solemn and treasured. With the special effects of "King Kong's Indestructible Magic", it gave people the feeling of a golden arahant descending to the world.

Nanfeng Bujing raised his brows and said, "Donkey, do you want to cross me?"

"The sea of ​​bitterness is boundless and turning back to the shore! The benefactor can participate in good fortune, if you can give up obsession and devout practice, you will definitely be able to..."

"You're talking too much!" Nan Feng did not wait for the floor sweeper to finish speaking. With force under his feet, he leaped more than ten meters and punched the floor sweeper below with a punch in the air.

Sweeping the floor saw that the mouth gun was ineffective, so he didn't waste his words, just like an overlord holding a cauldron, he punched out with one palm, and collided with Nanfeng's incompetent fist.

"Boom."

The powerful fist strength and the golden-colored True Essence rippled away, and the blue bricks under the sweeping monk's feet burst countlessly, setting off a lot of smoke.Nanfeng Bujing felt a shock all over his body, he immediately turned his fist into a claw, grabbed the Sweeper's face and the door, the Sweeper's left hand quickly greeted him, clasped Nanfeng Bujing's left hand, and then went down, while his right foot was like lightning. Kicked upwards, Nanfeng Buqi was restrained by both hands, between the electric light and flint, his waist was bent to ease the fall, a knee hit and the right foot of the sweeper collided with the right foot of the sweeper, with a "bump", after the collision, Nanfeng did not compete. The calf kicked towards the Sweeper Sweeper's heart, and the Sweeper Sweeper's palms instantly shook Nanfeng Bujing's hands, an iron bridge, narrowly avoiding Nanfeng Pujing's leg.

"Come again!"

Nan Feng Bujing's True Qi began to surge up, causing the surrounding air to distort, and the powerful energy swept away the surrounding smoke and dust in an instant.

With the wind and clouds in his hand, the momentum went into flames.

Florentine Gang!

Godly change!

Intensified by the fighting spirit, the second-style power of the scroll of God was prosperous, and the martial arts field immediately fell into an endless blood vortex, swallowing the sky and destroying the earth.

With a bang, the collapse was overwhelming.When the smoke cleared away, He saw that the south wind was neither competing nor wavering, and he was calm.

"Cough cough...how is it possible...you have not entered the innate, how can you have such a deep skill?" The floor sweeper wiped the blood from his mouth with his sleeve, and asked Nanfeng Bucome with a look of surprise.With just one blow, the sweeper had already seen that Nanfeng Bujing was not using the Qi of Innate, which was why he was greatly surprised. Although the difference between Innate and Acquired was only one word, it was the difference between Heaven and Earth. After reaching Innate, not only The purity of infuriating energy will be greatly improved, and the power of heaven and earth can be driven between offense and defense.And the Nanfeng Uncompetitive skill in front of him actually surpassed his innate master, and the sweeping monk was puzzled.