Comprehensive martial arts: Infinitely simplified, the sword crushes Li Hanyi at the beginning

Chapter 440: Overcoming destiny, regaining youth, losing to the power of a punch

"You'll know if you're an opponent or not." Su Qingxuan opened and closed the fingers of his hands, stretched his waist, and made a sound of crackling beans.

Finally, his hands clenched into fists, and his whole aura instantly reached its peak state.

As for the black and white swords, he did not take them out.

Although the black and white swords are tough enough, they are still not enough against the two old monsters, the sweeping monk and the wine-fighting monk.

In comparison, Su Qingxuan's own physique is more reliable.

"I'll weigh you first," the wine-fighting monk shouted and clapped his hands vigorously in front of him.

A substantial wave of energy, like water ripples, spread outward in circles with the Drunken Monk as the center.

Wherever the energy ripples passed, whether they were Shaolin disciples or casual cultivators, they felt as if they had been slapped hard by a big hand and were knocked away in an instant.

Other than that, no one was injured.

With Doujiu Monk's current status and cultivation, he would not be able to kill these ordinary people in the world.

The people in the world who were blown away all had their scalps numb and their hearts frightened.

They believed that if Drunken Monk intended to kill people, this energy ripple alone would be enough to kill dozens of them.

The energy ripples continued to spread outward and were unstoppable. However, when they approached Su Qingxuan, they stopped suddenly and lost all kinetic energy.

If the energy ripples emitted by the wine monk are like a turbulent wave, then Su Qingxuan standing there is like a coastal cliff that has stood for thousands of years. No matter how strong the wind or the waves are, you can't hurt me at all.

Su Qingxuan shook his sleeves and extinguished the last energy ripple: "It's all bells and whistles, but it's still far from being able to weigh me."

Before he finished speaking, Su Qingxuan strode forward. During the march, his right fist retreated first. When he arrived in front of the wine-fighting monk, he struck straight and fiercely. There was no bells and whistles, it was the purest force.

This punch, both in terms of speed and strength, has reached its ultimate peak.

The air around the fist was rubbed, causing a huge sonic boom.

Fortunately, the energy ripples produced by the Drunken Monk just now had driven away all the people in the arena within a ten-meter radius. Otherwise, the sonic boom produced by Su Qingxuan's punch would have been enough to shatter a bunch of people's eardrums.

Facing Su Qingxuan's powerful and heavy punch, which seemed to be able to smash a mountain, Doujiu Monk's face was solemn, and he was extremely cautious.

"A...Mita...Buddha...", the wine-fighting monk called out a Buddha's name, his voice trembling.

It wasn't because he was scared, it was just because the fierce wind generated by Su Qingxuan's punch made the muscles on the face of the wine-fighting monk tremble, and even the words he spoke were trembling.

After the four-character Buddha name came out, two bright golden lights burst out from the eyes of the wine-fighting monk.

Immediately afterwards, a strange scene happened, and the appearance of the drunken monk began to change.

The originally gray stubble turned into jet black in this moment.

The skin that was a little loose due to old age also tightened at this moment.

The wrinkles on his forehead and corners of his eyes have all disappeared.

In an instant, the drunkard monk changed from an old man in his seventies or eighties to a strong middle-aged man in his thirties or forties.

The aura on his body also rose sharply, reaching the peak state in his life at this moment.

Those who are at the peak of Earth Immortality can live up to 500 years old if nothing unexpected happens. It is naturally possible to stay young before their lifespan is exhausted.

However, maintaining a youthful state on weekdays requires extra strength, which is also a big burden for the strong people at the pinnacle of land.

Therefore, most of the time, they try to stay as normal as possible.

However, once they encounter a powerful enemy that is difficult to contend with, they will choose to burn their strength and return to their youthful state.

In this state, only those who are at the pinnacle of land can exert all their power without any scruples, just like the drunken monk at this moment.

Only at this moment can it truly be called the peak state. This is a power that belongs exclusively to the top warriors on land. The rest of the warriors, even the masters in the later stages of land, cannot do it.

After regaining his own youth, Doujiu Monk suddenly felt heroic in his heart. Facing Su Qingxuan's punches, he no longer felt nervous as before.

He exerted enough strength, and bursts of violent roaring sounds came out from his meridians.

Then, he punched out with the same punch, and his fist was like a golden little sun - the highest state of Nine Yang Magic.

Su Qingxuanying's jade-white fist collided head-on with the wine-fighting monk's golden fist.

The ground beneath their feet sank instantly.

The next second, Doujiu Monk's face changed suddenly, and he exclaimed in his heart: "Impossible, how could he have such a strong power...".

Immediately afterwards, the wine-fighting monk was sent flying backwards, straight towards the main hall behind him.

"Boom!"

After a burst of shaking and roaring sounds, several huge pillars supporting the main hall collapsed at the same time.

In a burst of smoke and dust, the Main Hall also slowly collapsed.

Su Qingxuan still stood there, with no other signs of injury except for his fists being slightly red.

"Aside from those two guys, Black Dragon and White Tiger, you are the first person who dares to compete with me physically," Su Qingxuan said to Yan Chen's direction.

"Ahem." The wine-fighting monk walked out of the smoke and dust. He couldn't help coughing. A stream of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth. There were bursts of tearing pain in his right fist and even his entire right arm. If he hadn't been in good health, Under this punch, half of his body had already been beaten into a piece of meat.

"Su Zhenren's physique is really unparalleled in the world," the wine-fighting monk admired, but he couldn't help but feel waves of shock in his heart.

The Buddhist Vajra Physique is one of the best among all the body-refining methods in the world. Now he is blessed with the most powerful and powerful Nine-Yang True Qi.

It can be said that his punch can split mountains and split mountains. This is definitely not a lie, but it is real and can be done.

However, such a powerful punch was easily broken by Su Qingxuan. It could not even hurt Su Qingxuan at all, nor could it even make him take half a step back.

For a moment, the wine-fighting monk was shocked and confused: "How strong is Su Qingxuan's body?"

The sound of the two fighting against each other inevitably attracted a crowd of Shaolin monks and people from all walks of life around them.

They didn't know what kind of terrifying power was contained in the exchange of blows between Su Qingxuan and Doujiu Monk just now.

From their perspective, they only saw the two of them punching each other, and then the Doujiu Monk, the top land powerhouse in a wild and domineering manner, was violently thrown away by Su Qingxuan, and was even injured.

"One punch, hahaha, just one punch, Su Shaoxia defeated the Drunken Monk with just one punch," someone shouted loudly, his voice full of excitement.

"There is hope. With Su Shaoxia here, we still have hope of winning. Brothers, kill these Shaolin bald donkeys."

"Young Master Su is mighty...".

A group of wandering cultivators shouted loudly. Judging from this situation, Su Shaoxia may be really capable of defeating the joint siege of the sweeping monk and the wine-fighting monk. Today's situation may still have a glimmer of hope, and it is no longer a fatal situation.

All the Shaolin monks also changed their colors at this moment, and their hearts were trembling and panicked.

One of the two pillars of Shaolin and a super strong man at the pinnacle of the land - Doujiu Monk, was actually injured by Su Qingxuan's punch.

Is Su Qingxuan, who looks a little thin, really so powerful?

Suddenly, Xuanci snorted coldly and shouted: "A mere punch can't determine the outcome of the battle. What's more, Uncle Sweeper Monk hasn't made a move yet. If he does, Su Qingxuan will definitely be hard-pressed to resist. Today's battle will be difficult." , the winner must be me, Shaolin.”

Xuanci's words undoubtedly gave the Shaolin monks a shot in the arm, and the Shaolin camp, which had been somewhat shaken, stabilized again.