Final evolution of martial arts

Although Xu Zhu and ordinary monks don't know what kind of kung fu this is, but seeing the expressions of Abbot Xuanci and Abbot Xuanci, they immediately don't understand it.

"what?"

The loud sound also awakened the sweeping monk. At the moment when he regained consciousness, he looked at the oncoming sword silk, and his heart trembled. Those white silk ribbons were extremely sharp, and they were driven by the tip of the sword. They were completely like a meat grinder, puff The puff cut the air and strangled it.

"Boom!"

With a burst of anger, the impregnable Xiantian Zhengang burst again. The sweeping monk sighed. If he hadn't lost his mind just now, he wouldn't be so restrained. He exhaled, his eyes flashed brightly, and in an instant, the palm of his hand glowed white , suddenly grabbed the sword thread that almost pierced the eyebrows, and remained motionless.

"The old guy is serious."

Lin Su felt a huge tremor coming from the Purple Lightning Thunder Sword, and the terrifying spiral force was like a stormy sea, waves stronger than waves hit his palm, and the hilt of the sword almost fell out of his hand.

"Disperse!"

The sweeping monk shouted, the white light in his palm exploded, the power of the spiral suddenly increased several times, and the sword thread he held in his palm instantly turned into fly ash.

"it is good!"

Lin Su laughed. He was not annoyed because the sword silk was destroyed, because at the moment the sword silk dissipated, he felt the blood in his heart thumping. More and faster new sword silk, the speed is astounding.

The floor-sweeping monk stared, his old strength had not been exhausted and his new strength had not yet been regenerated. It was absolutely impossible to tear the sword thread like before, so he could only dodge by flying.

Shhhhhhh———

Unexpectedly, these sword wires are not simple, they follow like a shadow, wherever the sweeping monk goes, they follow. After a while, there are densely packed holes and holes on the floor, rockery, and walls of the huge temple. The inside is even more broken.

After a little stalemate, the sweeping monk couldn't keep his face off.

It stands to reason that although the Sword Qi Transformation Silk is extremely powerful, it consumes a lot of innate qi. With Lin Su's innate early stage cultivation, it should only be enough to use it once. After using it, the zhenqi will probably be exhausted.

However, not only was this guy not exhausted, he was able to use it a second time in an instant. Under such a high-intensity battle, he could still explode with an attack power stronger than the former.

Why is his true energy deeper than mine?

Thinking about it this way, the floor-sweeping monk became more and more depressed, thinking that such a hidden master like him was beaten by the back of the rivers and lakes, really @#! #! $

puff!puff!puff!

The arrow flashed like a sharp arrow, and there were several small holes the size of a thumb in his sleeve. Under the sunlight, it happened to be able to reflect a few light spots on the ground.

"Master Abbot, I will lend you the cassock."

Xuanci only felt a blur in front of his eyes, and the cassock on his body disappeared. He saw the sweeping monk vigorously swung the cassock and threw it towards Lin Su. Lin Su's arm.

"Cassock to subdue demons?"

Lin Su was speechless. He didn't expect the sweeping monk to do this trick, so he couldn't help smiling. If he was an ordinary swordsman, perhaps the sword Qi Huasi would be restrained by the feminine power of the cassock subduing demons, unable to break through the defense layer of the cassock.

It's a pity that among his three sword intents, the sword intent of sharpness is designed to break the defensive attribute. No matter whether it is feminine or strong, as long as the realm of internal strength does not exceed him too much, it cannot resist the thrust of the sword intent.

"cut!"

He shouted violently in the air, and the blade of the sword slashed out a bright blue gem-like sword energy, just like cutting tofu, tearing the cassock effortlessly.

"Oops!" The floor sweeping monk was shocked, trying to change his attack in mid-air, but it was too late.

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"good chance."

Lin Su's eyes lit up, and he stomped on the ground. His figure turned like a loach through the cracks in the cassock, and the sword threads crisscrossed and shuttled in the air like a piece of training, forming an invisible giant net of sword energy, which was unabated. Cover to the sweeping monk.

"Are you going to lose?" Abbot Xuanci and Xuannan looked at each other, and they both smiled wryly. With their martial arts, let alone facing the peerless sword qi, even those invisible sword qi might not be able to catch it. down.

"Senior sweeping monk!" Xu Zhu gritted his teeth, the broom in his hand was bouncing.

In an instant, the monks in the monastery all looked sad and indignant.

"uh-huh!"

With a muffled grunt, his whole body shook, his feet were like iron plows, he drew back about twenty meters, and hit the wall of the temple with a 'dong'.

"Your Excellency is worthy of being a martial arts genius. If you apply what you have learned, the poor monk is defeated." The sweeping monk coughed up a trace of blood from the corner of his mouth and said with a wry smile.

"Senior accepted." Lin Su smiled lightly, and quietly put away the Purple Lightning Thunder Sword behind the palm of his hand.

"scare?"

This scene shocked all the monks. They originally thought that the Purple Lightning Thunder Sword was similar to a soft sword and could be hidden at the waist, but it was so real just now. After the brilliance flashed, it really disappeared. What kind of magic method?

The universe in the sleeve?

Or mustard seeds?

God, these are products of the age of mythology, how could he? ! ! !

In an instant, the loneliness of the sweeping monk's defeat completely disintegrated, and a deep sense of incomprehension and curiosity occupied his mind.

Surprisingly, the scene became quiet and silent, the mountain wind of 'hu' blew by, the dead leaves fluttered down on Xu Zhu's forehead, he suddenly woke up, he swallowed and said cautiously: "Lin...Benefactor Lin, What kind of fairy method is your ability to capture objects in the void? Can you tell me?"

Hearing the sound, all the monks widened their eyes and looked at Lin Su eagerly.

Lin Su rubbed his nose, forgetting that this is an ancient society, and said with a sneer, "Hehe, this is magic from the Western Regions, it's not worth mentioning."

"Magic in the Western Regions? Hmph, according to this old man, Zuo Daoer, a side door, is of course not worth mentioning."

Suddenly, a thunder sounded out of thin air, the sound was like a lion's roar, and the sound waves rippling from far to near, some Shaolin monks nearby covered their ears, showing a trace of pain on their faces, as if they were very uncomfortable.

Lin Su raised his eyebrows, his eardrums trembled slightly, and under the circulation of his innate qi, the noisy and piercing voice gradually stabilized.

"Shaolin Lion's Roar Skill?"

Turning his gaze to the source of the sound, he was startled.

On the mountain wall hundreds of meters away, I saw three figures jumping vertically and horizontally, with their arms outstretched, and the whole person was like a big roc spreading its wings, drawing exquisite tracks in the air. After a while, he galloped over.

"So light work!" The sweeping monk was also quite shocked and exclaimed.

"Three uncles!" Abbot Xuanci and Xuannan's eyes lit up.

These three people are the only surviving masters of the Lingzi generation in Fumo Cave in the back mountain. Since the master of Lingmen passed away, the three of them have sat in Kuzen for more than 30 years in Fumo Cave. Knowing that, after many years of training, I finally practiced Shaolin's strange array-King Kong's magic circle.

According to the previous generation, once this skill is practiced, the three of them will work together like 32 masters at the master level.

"In Lin Su, I met three masters." Lin Su said indifferently.

"Hmph." Ling'e, who was so angry, glared at him fiercely. He had never seen such an impolite junior, and immediately said coldly: "Old man Ling'e!"

"My old monk's spiritual robbery!"

"My old man's soul is in trouble!"

The other two had a good temper and did not intentionally make things difficult. Instead, they looked at Lin Su curiously. They knew that Sweeping Monk was not weaker than them. In a one-on-one matchup, they might not be able to win, but Lin Su was able to defeat Sweeping Monk. Monk, it is enough to see that this person is definitely not a thing in the pool.

"It turns out that he is an eminent monk of the Lingzi generation. No wonder he speaks so loudly." Lin Su replied to Ling'e with a strange voice. He is not a broad-minded person, and he can still look pleasant when he is squeezed out by others.

"You!" Linge's face darkened, he pointed at Lin Su, and laughed angrily: "Okay, okay, okay, it's really a talented person from the world, I will teach you how to do it, let's see if your skill is as good as yours The mouth/tongue is generally sharp."

Before the words finished, there was a bang, and Linge flew towards Lin Su like a cannonball, without extra movement, he raised his hand and slashed down fiercely.

The wind in his palm was sharp, and the clothes that were blowing made a sound. Lin Su was not afraid at all, his sword finger flickered, and everyone felt a bright light flashing in front of their eyes.

Boom!

The energy exploded, and the violent shock wave spread around, and the nearby monks were terrified. They had not recovered from their injuries in the battle between the sweeping monk and Lin Su just now.

"No, go back!"

"Back, everyone, back!"

"Help the master!"

"Senior, help!"

..

There were voices calling for help, and the sweeping monk shook his head, and walked to the side with the largest number of people. An invisible wall of energy rose in front of him, resisting all the remaining energy.

"Brother!" Ling Jie shouted.

Ling Nan nodded, and the two of them suddenly drew up their true energy, one left and one right, both palms pounded together, a layer of invisible energy rushed out, collided with Lin Su's energy in an instant, and turned into smoke.

"This is the innate power!" Xuanci and Xuannan's eyes flashed with envy, and the wind swept away in an instant. With such terrifying fighting power, even a monk could hardly resist the temptation of the ultimate martial arts.

At this time, Lingjie and Lingnan let out a soft '噫', their voices full of surprise and admiration.

Diagonally opposite, Lin Su stood proudly, his clothes fluttering, while Linge's face was flushed, his gray monk robe was torn, and there was still a clearly visible blood hole in the palm of his hand. It seemed that he suffered a big loss from the probing fight just now .

It was precisely because of this that the two were surprised.

Although Ling'e's temper exploded, his strength was the strongest among the three. The palm just now was one of Shaolin's 72 masterpieces, the "Mountain Sumeru Palm".

This palm is extremely difficult to practice. Linge has been immersed in this palm for decades, and his skills have already reached the extraordinary level. The power is extraordinary, and there are few opponents in direct combat.

But....

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Lin Su broke the Sumeru palm technique with one finger at a weak age and without any energy stored.

This level of strength is really shocking, and the degree of shock is no less than that of shooting objects out of thin air.

"Tick tock tick tock..."

The scene became silent again. The rain and dew on the leaves fell on the ground, making light noises. The crows in the distance flapped their wings and flew out of the sky with strange rattling noises.

As the setting sun fell, Linge squinted his eyes and quietly sealed the meridians in his arm so that the wound would stop bleeding.

He stood quietly, staring at Lin Su's fingers, with a strange expression, sometimes angry, sometimes admiring, sometimes hesitant.After a long time, he seemed to think of something. He pointed at Lin Su and said, "Boy, the sword technique you used just now is the Six Meridian Excalibur of Dali Duan Sect?"

Suddenly, the scene boiled, not because of excitement, but because of anger.

You know, a few months ago, Tianlong Temple in Dali was massacred/killed by a group of villains, and it was burned down afterwards. Such a cruel method is really heinous.

After Jing Ling'e said this, the sweeping monk and others also realized that Lin Su's sword finger was indeed similar to the Six Meridian Excalibur in a certain way, but the Six Meridian Excalibur of the Duan family in Dali hadn't been used in the rivers and lakes for nearly a hundred years, so it was not Not [-]% sure.....

He is the unpardonable villain.

At the moment, Lin Su has become the focus of everyone's attention. Once he admits, the tragedy at Dragon Temple that day must have a great connection with him.

Of course he knows these reasons. When he needed to complete the task and destroy Tianlong Temple, he knew that the Six Meridians Sword was a big loophole, but he was not afraid. In the entire Tianlong World, there were basically no people who threatened him.

Lin Su smiled lightly, and asked without answering, "Do you suspect that I have something to do with the destruction of Tianlong Temple?"

Ling'e's eyes flickered, he didn't deny it, and said bluntly: "Yes, two months ago, Dali's internal affairs changed drastically, Baoding Emperor Duan Zhengming was killed in Tianlong Temple, and even Zhennan King Duan Zhengchun and his son could not escape the death of Tianlong Temple Hundreds of people died unexpectedly. At first, some people suspected that it was the Four Great Evils, but after repeated inspections, everyone found that the Four Great Evils also died on the spot. Obviously, there is something not so simple behind this incident..."

"As we all know, the Dali Duan family has the best sword in the world - the six-meridian sword. Among the martial arts, there are not a few people who peep into this magical secret book..."

When he said this, Linge looked at Lin Su without saying anything, and the other monks also understood, with indignation in their eyes.

"Hehe, based on this sword technique that looks like a six-veined sword, do you think it's me?" Lin Su narrowed his eyes and smiled.

"You feel your conscience and say that the big villain is not you?" Linge said disdainfully.

"That's what you said." Lin Su shook his head, touched his heart, and said solemnly: "It's really me."

"Evil thief, accept your life!"

Hearing Lin Su's confession, Linge immediately yelled, flicked his sleeves, and a black whip was drawn across the air.

"It's really the Vajra Subduing Demon Circle."

Lin Su could see clearly that the black shadow was a long, pitch-black rope, just like in Yitian Tulongji. This long rope seemed to be slow and fast, and there was no sound of the wind.

With a rumbling sound, the huge rock under his feet was bombarded with great force and exploded into pieces.Several afterimages flickered, quickly shuttled out of the chaotic rocks, and ran towards the door.

"Bah!"

"Where did the villain escape!"

Linge was furious, the black rope waved, and there were two slaps, the shadow of the whip was like a dragon wagging its tail and slapped on the stone gate, causing stone chips to dance everywhere.

However, Lin Su's figure disappeared quietly, and a shout came from a distance: "Baldy donkey, you can't let go here, come with me if you have the ability."

Ling'e's face was ugly, he knew that Lin Su was no match for one person, facing Lingnan, Ling Jie asked for help: "You two, please help me catch this thief."

"Such wicked people should be like this." Lingnan and the others replied solemnly.

"Okay, today we will definitely kill this villain." Linge laughed, his self-confidence bursting, combining the power of the three of them, even a master in the mid-innate stage had to finish the game. With a big wave of his hand, he took the lead in chasing Lin Su.