If it weren't for seeing it with your own eyes, it would be hard for everyone to believe that there are such terrifying people in the world.

The solemn expression in Tianshan Tonglao and Wuyazi's eyes was even more serious. Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo's strength were only a margin lower than that of them. If they were not careful, the two would even lose to them.

In this way, the two masters took all their strength, and no one dared to neglect them.

It was impossible for them to block the two of them so easily, and at the same time they bounced back their fists.

No wonder he is as strong as Bai Xingjian, and he also needs the two of them to help him. The old monk's strength is really great.

"Be careful, dad!"

"I'll help you!"

Xiao Feng and Murong Fu shouted loudly, rushed forward one after another to help Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Fu.

Xiao Feng's figure was like a dragon. In just a flash, he arrived in front of the monk sweeping the floor, and slapped out with a palm in the air. The dragon roared, and balls of light golden dragon-shaped palm power roared.

This palm seemed like a rock that broke the sky, and layers of airflow were blown up on the spot, like a piece of copper coins and iron walls, crushing them.

Such a vast power and powerful and mysterious palm power are naturally the eighteen dragon-subduing palms, and it is the most terrifying move in the dragon-subduing palm. Kanglong regrets it!

With a palm, the palm power surged, and the void around seemed to be blocked, like a terrifying golden dragon, winding and roaring, and one claw protruding out, the sky collapsed and the earth broke, making people unable to escape.

At the same time, Murong Fu once again used the method of using force to fight on Piaomiao Peak. His eyes were filled with stars. Under the changes, Xiao Feng's Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palm, Xiao Yuanshan's Great Vajra Fist, Murong Bo's Great Wei Tuo Pestle, and even the old monk's three-foot air wall were all drawn by him to some of his power.

The mixed energy of energy, like a nebula, was moving under the movement of the stars, generating a spiral energy. Accompanied by Murong Fu's loud shout, the four forces were like earth, water, fire and wind, and the four symbols were entangled, bursting out a powerful force.

"What a move, Kanglong regrets!"

"What a move to change the stars!"

"Bei Xiaofeng, Nan Murong, it's really extraordinary!"

Seeing this move, even the monk sweeping the floor could not help but exclaim, sighing at their achievements in this martial arts.

It goes without saying that although Murong Fu has not practiced the real shift in the world, he has other ingenious ideas and evolved another attack method, which is amazing.

However, no matter how much praise is, the gap between the strength of the two sides is still too big.

The sweeping monk closed his hands like this, and it seemed like a force turned into an invisible high wall, and once again turned the attacks between the two of them into invisible. Such shocking means were unimaginable.

Just as the sweeping monk blocked the two, a Jiumozhi, who was still holding his troops, moved.

His robe sleeves shook, his palms rubbed, and a sneering sound of breaking through the air came out, and an invisible sword aura struck out.

However, Jiumozhi also secretly hated Shaolin's tricks, but the old monk's appearance was too shocking and it was too easy to block Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo, so he did not dare to take action easily.

Under the siege of the four masters, they are as powerful as monks in the sweeping ground, and they cannot move like gods and Buddhas. Although they are simply folding their hands together, in the eyes of real masters, there is no longer the terrifying thing about the fact that their bodies are still and their energy is born.

It is precisely because of this that Jiumozhi took action at this moment.

I saw his palm rubbing, and hissing sounds continued. In the blink of an eye, he emitted thirteen rays of flame sword energy. The void seemed to be twisted, and the air flow beside him seemed to be burning hot.

Although the flame sword technique is invisible and invisible, the sword energy is sharp and its speed is like lightning. After it has violent friction with the air, it will emit a blazing high temperature. This is how the name of the flame sword comes from.

This round of attack was extremely powerful. Jiumozhi's flame sword spread tightly in the void, with strange tricks and unpredictable changes. Even the people watching the battle felt that their skin was slightly split and they were in great pain, and they all took several steps back one by one.

However, even though his eyes were a little hurt by the sword of Jiumozhi Flame Sword, no one was willing to blink at this moment. This is the top battle in the world, and it may not be possible to see it once for hundreds of years.

There was Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo in front, and Xiao Feng and Murong Fu in the back. Now, with Jiumozhi, who is not inferior to the four, the face of the sweeping monk is not so calm.

As his body moved, he flew back without any weight. His palms were raised without a trace of fireworks. With every move, he was surrounded by three-foot air walls, unparalleled defense, and he picked up every move and collided with the attacks of five people, making a huge shock.

Even so, the monk's robe on his body was still as calm as water, and the airflow that was not collided with internal force caused a slight turbulence, but because his energy and spirit were condensed to the extreme.

With one against five, there has never been such a shocking battle in the world. What’s even more terrifying is that it is not the five that prevails, but the one.

Bai Xingjian, Wuyazi, Tianshan Tonglao.

The three powerful men of the only half-step master here, watching the six-person battle, dark colors became more and more serious, and the splendor in their eyes flashed faster and faster.

"Junior brother, are you sure you want to fight this old monk?"

After a while, the Tianshan Tonglao rang in Bai Xingjian's ear with a faint trembling voice.

The heavens are not afraid of the earth, and the only one in the eight desolations and six rivers, the Tianshan boy grandma, felt the pressure for the first time when facing the sweeping monk.

Even though Bai Xingjian's strength was better than her, she never felt this way. This feeling was as if she had looked up to Xiaoyaozi's strength back then.

Bai Xingjian looked motionless and watched the battle between the few people without blinking. His eyes were empty and his tone was plain.

"The only one who has achieved the master in the world is that old monk. If I want to go further, I can only fight with the old monk to truly feel what the master's realm is."

As he said that, Bai Xingjian subconsciously glanced at Duan Yu not far away.

No one knows that his apprentice is his greatest reliance.

As long as he is present, he may trigger the system talent and all attributes will increase. At that time, even if he is with the Sweeping Monk, he will have the power to fight.

Retracting his gaze, Bai Xingjian took a deep breath.

"Sister Sister, don't worry. No matter how powerful the old monk is, he is still a human being. He is not as strong as the ability to surpass the three of us. If the matter is not done in the end, if you and your senior brother take action, we will at least be invincible."

Perhaps Bai Xingjian's attitude was too plain and too calm, and the trace of worry in Tianshan Tonglao and Wuyazi's eyes also disappeared.

As the three half-step masters calmed down, the battle between the few people finally became fierce.

The first one to lose is naturally Murong Fu.
Chapter completed!