The longevity of the heavens begins with Mingyu Gong

Chapter 133 Nangong Water and Fire, Clouds in the Sky

Facing Song Xing's fierce and unparalleled boxing skills, the sweeping monk's eyes were clear, and he raised his hand and waved forward lightly.

Song Xing only felt a dimness in front of his eyes, and the palm of the sweeping monk seemed to be infinitely enlarged in an instant, filling his sight.

Song Xing felt like a certain monkey that was making trouble in the Heavenly Palace back then. Facing the Wuzhi Mountain under the pressure of the Buddha, there was no way to avoid it, and there was no way to retreat.
Song Xing stomped his feet, advancing instead of retreating, like a tiger leaping into a ravine, his whole body was filled with evil energy, his whole body tensed up and down, a force from the soles of his feet to his fingertips, brought his whole body weight, and hit the floor sweeping monk's palm heavily.

Boom!

At the moment of the fight, Song Xing felt the incomparably majestic counter-shock force, and wanted to shake his fist back.

As soon as he gritted his teeth, Song Xing's muscles and bones groaned, his feet exerted strength to resist the counter-shock force, and the violent physical force broke out, but he forced himself against the sweeping monk and took a few steps back.

There was a trace of surprise in the eyes of the sweeping monk: "The little layman has such a physique at such a young age, I really don't know how to cultivate it!"

Although the words of exclamation were spoken in his mouth, his hands were not slow at all. After turning and twisting, he grabbed Song Xing's right arm and threw it flying.

Under the skinny body of the sweeping monk, it seemed that the power of ten elephants was hidden. The indestructible defense of King Kong and this terrifying power directly knocked Song Xing out.

boom!
Song Xing's body hit the ground heavily, and immediately smashed a huge hole in the ground. The sharp-eyed Qiao Feng even saw that there were sharp protruding stones, and when they touched the surface of Song Xing's body, they were directly smashed into powder However, Song Xing's body was not injured at all, and his eyelids twitched, thinking that both of them were monsters.

Song Xing turned over and jumped up, looking at the smiling floor sweeping monk, with a trace of caution and deep thought in his eyes.

Just now, Song Xing has initially detected the operation method of the true energy in the sweeping monk's body after a few hand-to-hand combat.

Under the circulation of yin and yang zhenqi, the movement of zhenqi in the sweeping monk's body is completely different from any mental method known by Song Xing.

The true qi in the sweeping monk's body not only runs through the meridians, but also runs through the flesh and bones all the time. The true qi emitted from the dantian can even travel directly through the body and directly reach the palms.

Such a strange and incomparable way of practice also means that the true energy in his body can nourish the body all the time, and the practice of Shaolin King Kong indestructibility is even more effective. It is no wonder that under his skinny appearance, he has a stronger physical strength than Song Xing.

"The little layman can perceive the abnormality in my body, which proves that you have already understood something, but it is not enough."

Looking at the thoughtful Song Xing, the sweeping monk smiled slightly, this time he took the initiative to attack, and while the monk's robe was flipping, the man had already come to Song Xing, raised his palm and pressed down.

Song Xing only felt that the sweeping monk's palm evacuated the air in front of him. With the whistling of the wind, Song Xing suddenly turned around to avoid the front of the sweeping monk. Using his left foot as a base, he turned around and came to the side of the sweeping monk, and also raised his palm to face the sweeping monk. Printed on his waist.

The floor-sweeping monk twisted his waist and knees, turned around directly, and landed his palm, making a sonic boom in the air, hitting Song Xing's arm.

Then he raised his hand to sweep across, Song Xing let out a muffled snort, and was swept away again.

After the sweeping monk gained the upper hand, he raised his feet and continued to pursue, while Song Xing, who had lost his vigor, had to retreat and dodge. At the same time, he drew circles in the air with both hands, and received the continuous attacks of the sweeping monk.

Song Xing's arm was in contact with the sweeping monk's arm without making any sound, but his feet were pitted step by step, as if a terrifying force in the air was pressing down on him crazily.

The back mountain of Shaolin is rocky, but under Song Xing's trampling, countless potholes and footprints were trampled out. Beads of sweat could be seen faintly oozing from Huang Chang's forehead beside him.

He knew that Song Xing's martial arts were superb, and he also knew that the old monk in front of him was unfathomable, but he didn't expect that the two of them didn't use much real energy, and only their physical bodies could create such an effect of chopping with a knife and axe.

When the sweeping monk waved his palm, Huang Chang could even faintly see the billows of air in the air, and knew that it was the terrifying effect caused by hundreds of years of true energy in the sweeping monk's body.

But after all, the sweeping monk has lived for more than 140 years, and it is normal to have such strength.

Song Xing was only so old, and he didn't even have a fraction of the life of the sweeping monk. Under the suppression of the sweeping monk, he only showed a slight decline, and fought back from time to time, which even made the sweeping monk scrupulous.

Although Song Xing was suppressed by the sweeping monk and retreated step by step, his expression was not chaotic at all. Every time he punched out, he gathered all the strength of his whole body without any distraction. the wind.

The sweeping monk pressed on step by step, blocking all of Song Xing's attacks with his palms casually, and a hint of surprise appeared in the eyes under the thick white long eyebrows.

He had already overestimated Song Xing, but he still underestimated this boy unexpectedly.

The sweeping monk had a hunch that if this young man was given time, he would definitely be able to reach the realm he had always longed for.

Just at this moment of being stunned, Song Xing grasped it keenly, and his five fingers popped out into the shape of tiger claws, directly clasping the right arm of the sweeping monk, twisting and grabbing, shaking his shoulders, pouring strength into his arms, and directly sweeping the floor. The monk flung himself into the air.

Standing in mid-air with nowhere to draw his strength, the floor sweeping monk was about to fall with his dantian down, but Song Xing might as well slap another palm silently under him.

The floor-sweeping monk let out a low cry, stretched out his left hand close to his waist, and met Song Xing's palm. While exhaling his true energy, he shook Song Xing away again, and then he popped out, falling back to the ground first.

The floor-sweeping monk's feet touched the ground, his breath was out of balance and his strength leaked out, crushing the stones under his feet directly. Looking up, Song Xing had already stepped on to catch up, making a seal with his fists, and swung down at the floor-sweeping monk .

After tempering in the two worlds, Song Xing's internal boxing has improved again, and the attack range of Buzhou Mountain, which was used with the "God" palm, has expanded again. Even Huang Chang and others who were watching were shaken and couldn't help being touched. Influence.

At a distance of several zhang, Song Xing stepped out in one step, and he appeared in front of the floor sweeping monk. With a flip of his right hand, the sky turned upside down and the Milky Way poured down.

Huang Chang and the others who were outside the palm of the hand suddenly felt that the air around them seemed to be under Song Xing's palm, and they were all forced to withdraw from their surroundings.

An invisible force centered on Song Xing, restraining the entire range covered by the fist, oppressing everyone so that they could not move, they could only watch helplessly as the palm that almost destroyed the sky slowly pressed down!

The hunting wind howled down, blowing on the raised face of the sweeping monk, blowing his long beard fluttering.

Surprise and admiration flashed across the eyes of the floor-sweeping monk, and then he clasped his hands together and recited a Buddha's mantra, and the true energy in his body naturally gushed out to protect his body, blocking Song Xing's full-strength palm.

Amidst the loud noise, the ground under the feet of Song Xing and the sweeping monk exploded, and several cracks several meters deep spread from their feet, forming cracks that extended to dozens of meters away.

The floor-sweeping monk, half of his body almost embedded in the soil, put his palms together and said: "Amitabha, the gods are integrated into martial arts. The poor monk only realized it by accident when he was 120 years old. The little layman is indeed a genius, and the poor monk lost."

In the move just now, the sweeping monk used most of his true qi to protect his body before blocking Song Xing's move, Bu Zhoushan. Although he was not injured, but relying on his powerful true qi to break the move, in terms of intention, he was already a little inferior.

Song Xing bowed to the sweeping monk sincerely and said, "Master, you are being modest, I should be the one who lost."

With his eyesight, it was natural to see that the sweeping monk had not shown his full strength in fighting him.During the fight, bit by bit, the martial arts path he had comprehended was integrated into the moves and displayed in front of him.

The sweeping monk smiled gently, looked at Song Xing and asked, "Can the little layman realize something?"

Song Xing was silent for a while, then looked at him and said, "I have to help Nangong with water and fire, and the cloud is in Qingxiaohe's future. It's not the combination of yin and yang, but the combination of yin and yang."

The dust-sweeping monk nodded gratifiedly: "It's good, it's good. The little layman has extraordinary understanding. In the future, he will be able to reach the realm that the predecessors failed to reach, and find his own way of martial arts."

(End of this chapter)