Seeing that Zhang SanFeng did not respond, Xuan Ci was also helpless. Although she wanted to help the sweeping monk, looking at the martial arts of this group of people, the difference between them and the two was too great. When the time came, not only would they not be able to help, but they would also drag their companions down. Originally, Xuan Cheng was the best candidate. With his martial arts, he should be qualified to join the battle. Unfortunately, he was injured by that foreign monk during the day.
Thinking of this, Xuan Ci was a little angry. All of this was really a trick of Wu Dang. First, they colluded with the leader of the Devil Cult and the foreign monk of the Western Regions to injure the Shaolin masters and weaken the strength of Shaolin so that they could sneak in in the middle of the night.
At this time, the surrounding area was completely silent. A group of Shaolin masters watched the two people in front of them exchange blows. The shock in their hearts was simply indescribable.
Generally, when a Jianghu master made a move, every move and style was often very famous. If you used the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, I would have to use the Nine Strategies Beyond the Swords to deal with it. Both of these moves were famous moves in Jianghu. But the two people in front of them had completely broken this understanding of everyone.
The sweeping monk lightly patted. No one could recognize what was so special about this move of his. It looked very ordinary, as if any farmer in the countryside could easily avoid it by taking a step to the side. But Zhang SanFeng acted as if he was facing a great enemy. He did not have the slightest intention of dodging. Instead, he punched towards the palm of his opponent.
If Song Qingshu was here, he would certainly sigh in admiration. In the original work, Murong Bo's martial arts were very good. In the face of this slap, he chose to raise his hand to block, and his body floated backwards. The martial arts of the Murong family of Gusu was already extraordinary. After studying the 72 Ultimate Skills of Shaolin Temple, it was like adding wings to a tiger. With a raise of his hand, his body floated, seemingly ordinary, but with a single palm, he could block all kinds of attacks in the world, and with a single retreat, he could evade any pursuit in the world. His defense was tight and elegant.
But even so, he was still lightly patted on his Baihui acupoint by the sweeping monk, and died!
Zhang Sanfeng hadn't seen this move before, but his hundred years of experience made him keenly aware of the crisis within it. Unlike Murong Bo, he didn't choose to dodge. Instead, he faced it head-on and directly broke it with a punch.
Seeing Zhang SanFeng's fist, the Shaolin monks once again let out a cry of surprise. They could not understand the moves of the sweeping monk, and similarly, they could not recognize the name of this fist. They could not help but sigh in their hearts, "When one's martial arts has reached such a high level, why would one still care about any moves? Often, a palm, a slap, or a kick, the most ordinary … … simple moves would be enough to subdue the majority of the world's martial arts experts."
Throughout Jin Yong's fourteen divisions, only Zhang SanFeng and the Sweeping Monk had reached this level. As for the other experts, whether it was Zhang Wuji, whose martial arts were heaven-defying, or the main character of the fantasy world, Shi Potian, when they fought, they would always need to use their own moves. If they encountered a top-notch expert, it wouldn't be strange for them to fight dozens or even hundreds of rounds. However, it was only Zhang SanFeng and the Sweeping Monk who had only fought once or twice, and each time, they would defeat their opponent with a single move. It was impossible to see what was so special about their moves.
With a grab, Zhang SanFeng subdued the two Xuanming Elders with a single move. Behind him, he faced the sneak attack of the Firm Deity. After he was severely injured, he similarly killed him with a single palm strike. The Sweeping Monk also used a palm strike to kill experts like Murong Bo and Xiao Yuanshan.
Zhang Wu Ji and Guo Jing were the protagonists. Every single move and every single style was often very famous. If it wasn't the Qian Kun Da Nuo Da Nuo Da Nuo Da Nuo Da Nuo Da Nuo Da Nuo Da Nuo Da Nuo Da Nuo What was that slap from the sweeping monk?
When one's martial arts reached this level, an ordinary move would be able to achieve an effect that far surpassed the various divine skills of those main characters.
The two of them exchanged punches and kicks. At first glance, the people around them wouldn't be able to comprehend the mystery behind it. Often, they would only be able to understand it after a long time. In the situation at that time, that one punch and one kick was the most perfect response. However, at this time, the two of them had already exchanged dozens of moves. During this time, the moves of the two of them naturally couldn't be seen.
The Sweeping Monk's eyes swept across the scene from the corner of his eyes. He understood the current situation like the back of his hand. When he saw that Shaolin had the advantage in numbers, but was unable to turn it into a victory, he couldn't help but feel slightly moved. If it were any other time, it wouldn't have mattered. However, today, Zhang SanFeng was in the wrong. Coupled with the fact that this was a rare opportunity, the Sweeping Monk thought of taking advantage of this opportunity to make the other party stay here. Suddenly, an idea came to his mind. His body leaned into Zhang SanFeng's bosom, forcing the other party to fight with his internal energy.
Zhang SanFeng frowned slightly. It wasn't that he couldn't avoid the other party's move, but if he did, he would lose the initiative. The other party's martial arts were not below his own. At that time, the continuous attacks would come one after another, and he would be in even more danger.
What's more, with his hundred years of cultivation, the internal energy in his body cycled. The internal energy in his dantian was like smoke curling up, leisurely and free. The so-called "dense purple gas", if he wanted to compete with internal energy, he certainly wouldn't be afraid of anyone in the world. Moreover, in this way, it might be easier for him to win.
Having made up his mind, Zhang SanFeng raised his hand to receive the sweeping monk's palm strength. The two palms intersected, and an invisible force spread in all directions. Even Xuan Ci and the other masters couldn't stand steadily and fell back one after another.
But Zhang SanFeng's internal energy was vigorous. How could the Sweeping Monk be worse?
Forty years ago, before the Sweeping Monk came to Shaolin, he was already an earth-shattering figure in the Jianghu. It was just that the average person didn't have the qualifications to come into contact with him. In these forty years in Shaolin, he had also integrated the unique skills of Shaolin, and his martial arts had even reached an unprecedented level. This time, in a battle of internal energy with Zhang SanFeng, they were actually evenly matched.
Xuan Ci knew that this was not the way to go. Although the Sweeping Monk's cultivation was extremely high, Zhang SanFeng had been in the Jianghu for over a hundred years. As time went on, the Sweeping Monk might not be able to hold on. Therefore, he decided to call for help from the other masters, "Master Zhang, today is not a martial arts competition. You have trespassed into our temple's forbidden area in the middle of the night. Don't blame us for relying on numbers to win."
However, Xuan Ci also had self-awareness. The disparity between their group and the two of them was too great. If they ran over and engaged in close combat, they would instead be injured by the aftershocks of the two's internal energy. However, the Shaolin Temple's unique skills did not lack long-range attacks. Dozens of masters surrounded him, attacking and harassing Zhang SanFeng from afar, distracting him. In a battle of internal energy between masters, the most taboo was to disturb them. As long as they succeeded in distracting Zhang SanFeng, the Sweeping Monk would be able to successfully win.
Zhang SanFeng had never expected that these Shaolin Temple's eminent monks would actually disregard their status to launch a sneak attack on him while he was competing with others in terms of internal energy. He couldn't help but be startled, "The Shaolin Temple monks are trying every possible means to keep me here. Could it be that Yuanqiao and the others have really fallen into the hands of the Shaolin Temple?"
Having received Xuan Ci's signal, the Shaolin Temple's eminent monks began to use their unique skills one after another. Flower Pinching Finger, Formless Finger of Disaster, Great Vajra Palm … all kinds of long-range skills were launched towards Zhang SanFeng's back and sides.
Zhang SanFeng's mind was shaken. He knew that he was at a critical moment in the battle of internal energy. If he allowed these attacks to land on his body, he would definitely die. He secretly clenched his teeth and decided to risk getting injured. First, he would use his internal energy to shake off the Sweeping Monk, then —
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