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

Chapter 444: Golden Bell in Quanshan Town

In front of the Main Hall.

Xuanci looked at the deep pit above the square. At this time, buried in the pit were his two uncles, the two most powerful forces in Shaolin - the sweeping monk and the wine-fighting monk.

The peaks of the two continents joined forces to face the enemy, but they were suppressed by Su Qingxuan and were at a disadvantage.

The combat power displayed by Su Qingxuan far exceeded Xuanci's imagination.

I thought that Su Qingxuan only relied on the unknown immortal-killing weapon to be arrogant and domineering, but I didn't expect that Su Qingxuan's own combat power was also amazing.

For a moment, Xuanci felt his mind tremble and his whole body felt cold.

Facing such an enemy, can Shaolin really win?

Su Qingxuan lowered his arms naturally and stood in front of the pit, staring at the bottom of the pit.

He knew in his heart that he had thrown several punches just now, but they all fell into the air and failed to hit the sweeping monk and the wine-fighting monk.

Now, although the two of them were buried under a deep pit, they must not have suffered much damage.

He hasn't appeared for a long time, maybe he is secretly planning to attack him.

Thinking of this, Su Qingxuan released the power of his soul, spreading out like mercury, covering the entire body within ten meters.

Suddenly, in his senses, there was a slight movement about five meters below the ground where he stepped.

There are two hidden auras, rushing upwards from the ground at extremely fast speeds.

"Sneak attack", Su Qingxuan sneered, rising up from the ground and hanging in mid-air.

He clenched his fists, secretly accumulating strength, just waiting for the Sweeping Monk and the Drinking Monk to emerge from the ground, and give them a heavy punch.

The moment Su Qingxuan flew into the air.

The ground he was standing on suddenly exploded, earth-shattering and earth-rock flying.

Immediately following, the figures of the sweeping monk and the wine-fighting monk jumped out from under the ground.

Each exudes strong killing intent, and the true energy is also vigorously flowing out, condensing on the top of the head, showing two long and narrow cone-shaped sharp thorns, thrusting towards the sky.

Looking at this posture, they were originally planning to inflict a penetrating wound on Su Qingxuan.

If it is stabbed, it will inevitably be stabbed between the legs and penetrated by the heavenly spirit, becoming a generation of Ju Kai Xia.

Even though Su Qingxuan had been prepared and dodged in advance, when he saw the sneak attacks of the sweeping monk and the wine-fighting monk, he couldn't help but feel a chill in his back.

It was almost, just that close, that I would be fucked.

Shaolin and Weiwei were a little too ungrateful in martial arts, using such low-level moves that specialized in the bottom lane.

I can't stand it, I really can't stand it!

Su Qingxuan was furious in his heart, and at this moment, the fist power that had been prepared poured out without reservation.

Originally, he was only planning to throw out a dozen punches in one go. In this angry state, Su Qingxuan just unleashed one hundred and twenty punches in one go.

Hundreds of azure fist seals bombarded down in unison, in an endless stream, like a mountain of fist seals.

The faces of the sweeping monk and the wine-fighting monk who suddenly emerged from the underground changed suddenly.

Not only did he fail to sneak attack Su Qingxuan, but he faced a mountain of fists head-on.

This change caught the two of them off guard. They had no time to dodge and had no choice but to bear it.

"I will carry him, and you attack and kill him." Doujiu Monk quickly sent a message to Sweeping Monk, and then he took a breath of Qi, and his figure suddenly rose up, standing half a meter above the Sweeping Monk's head.

The sweeping monk nodded slightly but did not refuse.

He knew clearly that Doujiu Monk's Nine-Yang Magic was powerful and domineering, and even better than him in terms of physical fitness.

It was the most appropriate choice at this time for the wine-fighting monk to take down Su Qingxuan's Fist Mountain suppression. He took this opportunity to launch another attack.

With his mind at this point, the sweeping monk also began to circulate his true energy. He moved most of his true energy to his arms, ready to go.

The wine-fighting monk circulated the Nine Yang Qi in his body to the extreme, and the meridians all over his body were trembling due to overload operation.

The extremely strong and powerful Nine-Yang True Qi was unleashed, coupled with the magical defensive skills of the Shaolin Golden Bell.

In the blink of an eye, a simple golden bell with a total of nine floors inside and outside was shrouded above the head of the wine monk.

The suppressed Tianqing Fist Mountain and the golden bell above the head of Doujiu Monk were bombarded together.

Immediately there was a deafening roar.

The energy fluctuates like water ripples, spilling out in circles.

Affected by this energy fluctuation, the earth began to tremble violently.

The Jianghu people and Shaolin monks who were fighting for their lives felt their feet shaking, and they all raised their heads and looked into the air.

In an instant, everyone's eyes froze.

In their sight, they saw the azure fist mountain and the golden bell violently colliding together.

Taking the intersection of Fist Mountain and Big Bell as the boundary, the upper and lower sides are divided into two distinct worlds.

Above it is azure, below it is golden.

At this moment, time seemed to stop and space seemed to be frozen. The entire area within a hundred meters of the Main Hall was enveloped in two colors of brilliance.

"Creak"!

A tooth-itching friction sound broke the frozen scene.

After all, the golden bell was defeated by Fist Mountain's suppression and began to slowly collapse.

At this moment, the outermost layer of the clock body was already covered with dense cracks.

"It's about to be broken. The nine-layered golden bell of Doujiu Monk is about to be broken by Su Shaoxia's fist mountain," someone in the crowd whispered.

Before the words could even be heard, there was a loud explosion, and the outermost bell immediately shattered, followed by the second, third, and fourth layers...

The fist mountain was as powerful as a broken bamboo, with an indestructible momentum. In the blink of an eye, it destroyed the eight-layer bell body. The strongest defense created by Doujiu Monk, who spent most of his true energy, only had the last layer left.

However, the power of Fist Mountain has also been greatly reduced at this moment. The Fist Mountain composed of hundreds of fist seals has shrunk by a large circle at this moment. The number of fist seals that still remain is less than fifty, among which there are still A considerable part has become very transparent, and there is not much power left in it.

However, even so, these fist seals are enough to break the last golden bell of Doujiu Monk.

Xiaoquan Mountain continued to suppress, and the clanging sound of bombardment was endless.

Finally, the last and most defensive golden bell was shattered.

Doujiu Monk had already expected this. He never thought that with his golden bell, he could withstand Su Qingxuan's mountain-like fist seal. Everything he did was just to consume the power of the mountain of fists. , creating an opportunity for the sweeping monk to sneak attack on Su Qingxuan.

Seeing that the remaining ten or so fist seals were still being suppressed, Doujiu Monk clenched his fists fiercely and secretly exerted force, shattering the robes on both arms.

Immediately, he also punched quickly, hitting more than twenty punches in a row, destroying the remaining fist marks, and his fists were already a mess of flesh and blood, with thick stubble of bones revealed.

And at the moment when Fist Mountain was completely destroyed, the sweeping monk rose up from the diagonally below the wine monk, like a flying meteor, and slammed into Su Qingxuan in the sky.

All this seems to be a long time, but in fact it all happens in an instant.

Everyone present had no time to react, and their eyes couldn't keep up.

In their sight, they only saw a figure like a meteor hitting the moon rushing towards Su Qingxuan. Su Qingxuan in mid-air seemed to have not reacted yet and had not made any counterattack or dodge action.

A sneer appeared on the corner of the sweeping monk's lips. As long as his attack could successfully hit Su Qingxuan, it would definitely cause Su Qingxuan to suffer heavy damage and his combat power would be drastically reduced.

However, just when he was full of confidence and imagined that this attack would definitely hit, the figure of Su Qingxuan in front of him disappeared without warning again.

Suddenly, the sweeping monk's pupils shrank violently.

With fear in his heart, he forcibly stopped his upward attack, released the power of his soul, and sensed Su Qingxuan's location around him.

"Not good." Suddenly, the sweeping monk turned pale with fright. He lowered his head and shouted to the wine-fighting monk below: "Get out of the way."

Hearing this, Doujiu Monk immediately moved his body, but it was too late.

Su Qingxuan had already appeared behind him. His fists were full of power and he punched them hard, leaving a mark on the back of the wine-fighting monk's heart.

The wine-fighting monk was severely injured, with blood spurting out of his mouth, mixed with some internal organ fragments, and his whole body was knocked away.