Mixed Martial Arts: I am achieving great results in Shaolin

Chapter 256 Sweeping Monk VS Xiaoyao King

Compared with King Xiaoyao, the sweeping monk has no breath on his body.

The two faced each other, but neither of them made a move.

But Chen Mo knew that once the two of them took action, it would definitely be earth-shattering!

Murong Bo, who was behind King Xiaoyao, kept retreating. He felt from the two men that there were two very terrifying momentums that were confronting each other.

At present, the two momentums are relatively balanced, but as long as there is a slight change, the two will take action immediately.

Murong Bo was afraid of being affected.

"The Shenxuan Realm is indeed a different world, if I can use the Evil Emperor's relics."

Even with the Evil Emperor's relics, being able to break the shackles would require one's own qualifications and time as support.

For seniors like Murong Bo, whose own potential has been almost fully developed, it may take more than ten to twenty years to absorb the power from the Evil Emperor's relics before they can reach the Divine Profound Realm.

But while Murong Bo was retreating, he felt something abnormal in his shoulder.

Looking sideways, Chen Mo put his hand on his shoulder like a good friend, with his signature smile that looked harmless but was actually as scary as a ghost:

"Hi!"

Murong Bo: "."

Chen Mo: "Senior Murong, where do you want to go? The young monk also wants to invite you to Shaolin for tea. Are you going to leave like this? Are you not giving the young monk face?"

Murong Bo sneered:
"Little bald donkey, don't think that you can be arrogant in front of me just because you have a respectable old bone in Shaolin. The martial arts of the Three Rakshasa are unparalleled. Once that old bone is defeated, you will not be far from death!"

Chen Mo frowned:
"Donor Murong, his eyes are a little bit bad."

Murong Bo: "It's a joke. Although I am old, my eyes are very good!"

Chen Mo: "What Xiao Monk means is that these two people shouldn't be able to finish the fight in a while, but Senior Murong, can you support me in Xiao Monk's hands for a while?"

Murong Bo: "."

Sweat poured down Murong Bo's forehead.

Now it's okay, Chen Mo just put his hand on Murong Bo's shoulder, looking carefree. Murong Bo didn't move, and Chen Mo didn't move either.

However, Chen Mo's Jiuji Qi was already entering Murong Bo's body.

Murong Bo has already used the true energy in his body to operate the method of "The Movement of Stars".

If things were normal, Murong Bo's true energy would be able to transfer or even rebound after coming into contact with his opponent's true energy.

But
This is Jiuji Zhenqi!
In "Nine Yin and Nine Yang", which is at a superb level, even the three Murong Bos can't keep up with Chen Mo's internal strength!

Chen Mo often doesn't talk about martial ethics.

If you can't beat him, just run. Anyway, he has good physical skills.

If your internal strength is not as good as his, use your true energy to suppress it.

If your physique is not as good as his, just hit him with your fist!
Those who are not as good as him in external skills will take advantage of the victory and pursue them fiercely!
Use one's own strength to "deceive" the enemy's weakness.

Chen Mo's internal strength was too strong, and even if Murong Bo had a higher level of cultivation, the effectiveness of "Star Shift" would be very limited.

Now, Murong Bo had to mobilize more Qi in his body to resist the invasion of Jiuji Qi.

Fortunately, Murong Bo was possessed by a demon, and his qi contained demonic energy. Otherwise, relying solely on the original strength of his qi, he would have vomited two ounces of blood in a short time.

But even so, in Murong Bo's meridians, Murong Bo's true energy was also retreating steadily.

Murong Bo's face turned green:
"Little bald donkey, don't think that having strong internal strength is a big deal. If you want to kill me, let's see if you can withstand the erosion of the evil spirit!"

He cheated death, worshiped the devil, lurked in Shaolin, and achieved half-step into the mystical realm. Murong Bo's mind and methods were quite good.

Seeing that he couldn't resist, Murong Bo actually used "Star Movement" to separate the true energy and demonic energy in his body, and gathered the demonic energy in the palm of his hand, trying to infuse the demonic energy into Chen Mo's body.

But with this palm, Murong Bo missed.

Chen Mo's movement was so fast that Qing Shuilian stepped away and quickly retreated.

"puff!"

Murong Bo half-knelt on the ground, a mouthful of old blood spurted out, and his body was already a mess from the Jiuji Zhenqi.

But just when Chen Mo was about to take action again, explosions began to happen one after another around the sweeping monk and King Xiaoyao, as if dozens of explosives were laid on the ground and the fuses were lit.

The explosion raised a cloud of dust, obscuring the figures of the sweeping monk and Xiaoyao King.

The sounds of fierce fighting came from the dust and mist.

The two gods finally came to grips with each other.

Seeing this, Chen Mo stopped "embarrassing" Murong Bo. Considering Murong Bo's injury, it was basically wishful thinking to escape from Chen Mo.

Chen Mo was still more concerned about the battle between Sweeping Monk and Xiaoyao King.

The outcome will determine whether Chen Mo will run away with the sweeper or bring King Xiaoyao and Murong Bo back to Shaolin for tea.

In Chen Mo's ears, the sounds of gang energy clashing and fists and feet clashing were as dense as the buzzing of a swarm of bees.

Even Chen Mo could only roughly perceive the fluctuations of the two Shenxuan's fight.

It is difficult for him to judge which one is strong and which one is weak.

Fortunately, the Gang Qi exploded, gradually blowing away the dust and mist, revealing the two figures.

The sweeping monk's robes were torn a lot, but King Xiaoyao's robes were still intact.

However, King Xiaoyao's breath was obviously much faster than that of the sweeping monk. It was obvious that he had consumed a lot of energy in the fight just now.

"I didn't expect that an old monk like you knows a lot of martial arts!"

King Xiaoyao gave a rare word of praise, and then said sharply:
"Killing you will eliminate one stumbling block for my demonic invasion of Daxia!"

King Xiaoyao put his hands in front of his chest.

Between the two palms, purple zhenqi gathered into a ball, and thunder and lightning seemed to shuttle through it.

Sweeper Monk said:
"Thunder, lightning, and soul-stealing skills have not been seen for more than a hundred years. Xiaoyao King's benefactor's most powerful, quick, and mind-catching skills have improved a lot."

King Xiaoyao sneered:
"Old bald donkey, even if you have many Shaolin martial arts skills, you can't stop me from running through thunder! Drink!"

King Xiaoyao shot out the Gang Balloon condensed with his hands. The Gang Balloon continued to expand during its flight. When it reached the Sweeping Monk, it was already a foot long!
The sweeping monk jumped back to get a little distance, and then he touched his toes and flew into the air before the balloon hit.

King Xiaoyao shouted angrily:

"Don't even think about running away!"

King Xiaoyao kept making random gestures with his hands as if he were dancing to a master, and the balloon also changed its original flight path, turning around and heading towards the sky.

Even in mid-air, the sweeping monk's movements were still quite dexterous. The astral balloon was chasing after him, but he was still three feet behind the sweeping monk.

Chen Mo saw clearly that the body technique used by the sweeping monk was not "Crossing the River with a Reed", but "Dragonfly Pointing Water Qinggong Lifting Movement".

Although this movement technique is not as famous as "One Reed Crossing the River", looking at all the movement martial arts in Shaolin, this movement technique is enough to rank among the top three.

Especially good at moving in the air.

But King Xiaoyao is obviously more difficult to deal with than the sweeping monk expected.

I saw King Xiaoyao continuing to control the sky's astral balloon with his left hand, and the demonic energy was flooding in his right hand.

Another astral balloon was condensed by King Xiaoyao.

"See how you hide!"

King Xiaoyao shot out the Gang Ball and used a two-pronged approach, doubling the pressure on the sweeping monk.

But King Xiaoyao didn't stop at all. He opened his mouth, and his true energy was gathering again.

Forget about using his hands, he even used his mouth. This Xiaoyao King's martial arts is really interesting.

but
As soon as the demonic energy condensed in front of King Xiaoyao's mouth, King Xiaoyao felt his eyes blur. The next moment, the demonic energy in front of his mouth was dispersed by Chen Mo's Jiuji Zhenqi.

As strong as King Xiaoyao, he didn't even notice Chen Mo approaching.

If he hadn't reacted quickly, it would have been more than just demonic energy that had just dissipated.

Chen Mo also secretly said it was a pity.

King Xiaoyao had just focused all his attention on the sweeping monk, and now he had a rare opportunity. If King Xiaoyao had moved for half a beat, Chen Mo would have been able to give King Xiaoyao a slap in the face.

With Chen Mo's strength and Qi, with this palm strike, King Xiaoyao's Tianling Gai would probably break into pieces!

Masters of the Shenxuan realm are also human beings, they are all mortals, and they must die after death!
Even so, the last ray of Jiuji Qi just now still left a wound between King Xiaoyao's eyebrows.

King Xiaoyao wiped his eyebrows with his hand, and when he saw the blood on his hand, his eyes almost popped out of his head.

"Little bald donkey, you are overestimating your own abilities. Let me teach you a lesson!"

Being so involved by Chen Mo, King Xiaoyao failed to control the two astral balloons flying in mid-air.

The sweeping monk took this opportunity to use the "Shaolin Dragon Spin Palm" to draw two Gang Qi to the sky, and flew down to Chen Mo.

The two astral balloons that King Xiaoyao just made were extraordinary. They contained King Xiaoyao's purest true energy and demonic energy. Even a strong person in the Shenxuan realm would not be able to withstand two blows.

But the consumption is indeed not small.

King Xiaoyao couldn't help but glance at Murong Bo, who was still lying on the ground panting behind him, and cursed:
"waste!"

A person in the early stage of Heavenly Enlightenment can find the perfect opportunity and almost blow his head off with a palm.

On the other hand, Murong Bo is a half-step god.
People are more mad than people!
The sweeping monk put his hands together:
"Amitabha, donor of Xiaoyao King, you have consumed too much. If you continue to fight, you will not be able to change the outcome of defeat. It is better to just give up."

Chen Mo hesitated and said:
"Master, why don't you take the opportunity to capture King Xiaoyao?"

The sweeping monk said calmly:
"It is true that the current situation is favorable to us, but King Xiaoyao is not an ordinary master. He will definitely find a way to escape before the defeat is determined. Even if you and I join forces, we can't keep him. Even so, why fight again?"

Chen Mo: "That's possible! Give it a try."

The sweeping monk didn't know where Chen Mo got his confidence.

King Xiaoyao almost burst out laughing:

"Just the two of you, want to keep me? Humph, we still don't know who will win!"

King Xiaoyao raised his hands above his head, and his eyelids almost reached his eyebrows! (Although Xiaoyao Wang has no eyebrows)
The nostrils were enlarged and the mouth was opened wide, as if it could swallow a roasted sweet potato raw in one bite.

"Ooooooooooooo"

The sounds coming out of King Xiaoyao's mouth are very complex, including dragons roaring and tigers roaring, dogs howling and cats barking, snakes spitting out messages, and flies buzzing.
The sweeping monk pulled Chen Mo to his side. He closed his eyes and opened them, and golden light suddenly appeared around him.

Shaolin's authentic and superior body protection - the golden bell!

Chen Mo reminded:
"Master, King Xiaoyao should use sound waves combined with telepathy. The golden bell cannot stop it!" After saying that, Chen Mo took a step forward.

He possesses "Changing Tendons and Cleansing the Marrow" and has quite good resistance to mind-taking techniques. As for Xiaoyao King's sound wave, Chen Mo is naturally prepared to use "Lion's Roar Technique" to deal with it.

Even if King Xiaoyao has the cultivation of the Divine Profound Realm, Chen Mo can at least resist one or two!
Buy the sweeper some time.

Chen Mo still believed what the sweeping monk said.

Right now, King Xiaoyao, who has consumed too much, is no longer a match for the sweeping monk, but Chen Mo wants to maximize his profits and capture King Xiaoyao alive!
Losing a person in the Divine Profound Realm is definitely a traumatic experience even for the Heavenly Demon Palace!
But just as Chen Mo was about to take out the Zen Ying Bell to increase the power of the "Lion's Roar Kung Fu", he saw words printed on the golden bell in front of him.

Bodhi does not have a tree, and a bright mirror is not a stand. There is nothing in the first place, where can the dust be aroused!
Chen Mo was stunned: "This is the Bodhidharma Sutra!"

Although Chen Mo could not pass the Buddhist exam in three years, Chen Mo was naturally impressed by the "Dharma Sutra", a scripture written by Patriarch Bodhidharma.

The sweeping monk smiled and said:
"It seems that the young benefactor is not unfamiliar with Buddhism. The Golden Bell Jar was created by Bodhidharma. It was originally a unique science. Because it is too difficult to practice, it is difficult for a monk to start it in a hundred years, so the Shaolin monks simplified it. This Only then was he included in the 72 stunts.”

King Xiaoyao was yelling like he was crazy outside. The sound waves were getting higher and higher. The power contained in it was so heart-catching that even Murong Bo, a half-step god, was bleeding one after another for free. Vomiting on the ground.

But such magical power was completely blocked by the sweeping monk's "Golden Bell"!
The sweeping monk sighed:
"The old monk is not talented. He is only over one hundred and eighty years old before he can truly enter the "Golden Bell". Fortunately, King Xiaoyao has tried his best and he should not be able to break it!"

The biggest difference between the Sweeping Monk and Chen Mo's "Golden Bell" lies in the degree of condensation of the body-protecting Gang Qi.

Chen Mo was radiating golden light, with a faint outline of a bell.

And the golden bell of the sweeping monk is like a real thing, and the words on the bell wall are clearly visible!
While the sweeping monk was talking, King Xiaoyao had stopped howling.

King Xiaoyao said unwillingly:

"Golden Bell Cover! Kuyuan also had this skill back then, but its power was not [-]% as powerful as yours! Old monk, you are so capable!"

Sweeping Monk: "Amitabha, my senior brother Ku Yuan was at the eighth level of the Heavenly Enlightenment Realm, and the Xiaoyao King's benefactor was just one level short of the peak of the Heavenly Enlightenment Realm. He ended up with all his meridians. Now, old monk, I am at the second level of the Divine Realm. The difference is reversed, but I can't win the benefactor of Xiaoyao King. I'm really ashamed, ashamed."

King Xiaoyao clenched his fists and finally did not take action again.

King Xiaoyao had no choice but to stop the sweeping monk, but it was absolutely impossible for the sweeping monk to keep King Xiaoyao.

The sweeping monk is one level higher in cultivation and has profound attainments in many Shaolin stunts, while King Xiaoyao has demonic energy to help him, so the difference in strength between the two sides is not too obvious.

The sweeping monk is only so far ahead.

The sweeping monk had already seen the outcome, so he was so free and easy.

"Donor, Xiaoyao King, there is no end to the sea of ​​suffering. The deeper the obsession, the deeper the obsession. Once you couldn't let go of the obsession and couldn't see through the illusion, so you went crazy. Now that you have regained your sanity, why bother to be obsessed with it again."

"Old monk, you are worthy of teaching me? If you want to become a strong man, how can you not pay the price?"

King Xiaoyao flicked his sleeves:
"Sorry for disturbing you this time, I would like to warn you that if Shaolin is disbanded on the spot, there may still be descendants left to inherit. If we continue to fight against the devil, the next time I come again, Shaolin will be destroyed!"

"What did you say?"

"I said Shaolin was destroyed."

"No, the previous sentence!"

"I said I'm coming again"

Only then did King Xiaoyao react. He turned sideways and looked at the sudden appearance of the person beside him with confusion:

"Fat monk, who are you?"

Xiaoyao Wang's choice of words is quite sophisticated. After all, Kong Hui's figure is almost meaningless to be interpreted as "fat".

He is five feet two inches tall and weighs 370 pounds.

Fat!
It’s indeed fat!

Chen Mo was overjoyed:

"Master, you."

Kong Hui waved his hand and said:

"It's okay. I checked around and found no one."

Kong Hui stared at King Xiaoyao and wondered:
"Do you know why I asked you about my second coming?"

King Xiaoyao said cautiously:

"Fat monk, what should you do?"

Kong Hui slapped his head so hard that King Xiaoyao covered his head with his hands.

"I'm asking you something!"

King Xiaoyao swallowed his saliva.

Who is he, King Xiaoyao?
The evil giant of the world 150 years ago!

After joining the Heavenly Demon Palace, he became one of the "Three Rakshasas" and became a demon. He broke through the shackles and achieved the realm of the Mysterious God!
Now, after being hit hard on the head, King Xiaoyao didn't feel any fluctuations in advance!

King Xiaoyao is not stupid. The fact that the other party can do this can only mean one thing:
"This fat monk has forced me too much!"

King Xiaoyao was thinking about countermeasures in his mind, but Kong Hui had another thought:

"I'm asking you something! Are you deaf?"

King Xiaoyao was so angry that he was shaking all over. The tendons in his neck were so stretched that they were clearly visible!

But at this moment, King Xiaoyao dared not speak out in anger.

Chen Mo applauded Kong Hui crazily in his heart.

It has to be my own master!

Awesome!
Domineering!
What Xiaoyao King is, he is a complete loser in front of Kong Hui. He doesn’t know how to be beaten and doesn’t dare to fight back!

At this moment, King Xiaoyao's eyes suddenly turned dark, and the demonic energy enveloped his whole body tightly. In the blink of an eye, he rushed ten feet away!
The dignified Shenxuan, the notorious Xiaoyao Sanren 150 years ago, exhausted all his true energy and even used all his demonic energy to stimulate his potential.

But King Xiaoyao did this just to escape!

Murong Bo was frightened on the spot:
"Master Three Rakshasa, you can't leave me! You can't leave me!"

King Xiaoyao spat:
"Bah! Don't throw it away? If I don't abandon you, I will die here. Huh, luckily I saved a hand. Shaolin actually has such a terrifying master. Middle stage of Shenxuan realm? Or late stage of Shenxuan state? You have to go back. Report it to the Demon Lord, huh?"

King Xiaoyao felt something was wrong.

There seems to be a golden light in front, which is a bit dazzling.

King Xiaoyao just kept his head down and ran away. When he looked up, he saw a giant golden palm sword three feet long and two feet wide coming from the front of him.

The speed of Xiaoyao King is too fast, which also makes it extremely difficult for it to turn.

Unable to dodge, he collided head-on, and his body immediately flew upside down.

"Ah ah ah ah ah"

Before King Xiaoyao could say "ah" happily, another palm beam fell from the sky.

There was a rumble and the ground shook.

The palm of his hand pressed Xiaoyao Wang all the way to the ground.

This scene is very much like the Tathagata Buddha suppressing the Monkey King with one hand!
A huge palm print appeared on the ground, as for King Xiaoyao.
Anyway, he didn't climb out of the palm print hole.

Kong Hui turned around, grinned, and winked at Chen Mo:
"How's it going? Did your teacher look handsome just now?"

Chen Mo gave a thumbs up:
"The master is so powerful. Even if the disciple practices for another 300 years, he will never be as good as the master."

"Blow, I will send you to the kitchen and you can blow hard on the stove!"

Kong Hui walked over in a swaggering manner, clasping his hands together:

"Amitabha, my disciple of the empty generation regrets and pays my respects to my senior."

The sweeping monk looked at Kong Hui and didn't know what to say for a while. It took him a long time to react and said with a smile:
"Old monk, I was a little bit puzzled before. Who taught Shen Yuan that he is good at martial arts at a young age? In the past ten years, you have entered the Sutra Pavilion many times. I wonder why a monk with mediocre cultivation, Being able to enter and leave the Sutra Pavilion at any time, it turns out that the old monk’s eyes are cloudy and cloudy.”

Kong Hui said politely:
"Oh, senior is ridiculous. Junior is just lucky, so his cultivation level is so high. It is normal for senior not to be able to detect it unless he takes action."

As soon as Kong Hui finished speaking, his hand pointed back:

"That old bastard, who allowed you to move?"

The person Kong Hui pointed at was Murong Bo, who was about to sneak away.

Being pointed at by Kong Hui, Murong Bo was so stressed that he almost suffocated.

Kong Hui said:
"Disciple, my master and this senior are not suitable to show up rashly. Someone should be coming soon, so we will leave first. You tie up these two bastards and bring them to the Peak of Repentance, my master. You must interrogate yourself!”

Chen Mo: "Disciple, please obey Master's orders!"

Kong Hui nodded and looked at each other with the sweeping monk. The two of them jumped away and were gone.

Chen Mo turned around and grinned at Murong Bo.

Murong Bo almost cried.

Doesn’t Shaolin have an empty name and no power anymore?
The dignified abbot of Shaolin is only in the early stage of Heavenly Enlightenment.

Sandu relied on the Evil Emperor's relics to reach the half-step Shenxuan, and they had already been instigated to rebel.

The main person in charge of this "Shaolin Project" is King Xiaoyao.

With this big boss of Shenxuan here, Shaolin is just a bigger ant that can be trampled to death!

Murong Bo never expected that after working so hard for so long, he thought that this matter was a sure thing, but in the end, the masters who emerged from Shaolin were more ruthless than the last!

Who is that fat monk?
The Xiaoyao King in the Divine Profound Realm looked like a joke in front of him.

Just when Murong Bo was stunned, Chen Mo had already walked to Murong Bo's side with his hands behind his back and a smile.

Chen Mo glanced at Murong Bo's back and said in surprise:
"Hey, Senior Murong, why is the water dripping from your back? It's dripping a bit too much. Are you watering the flowers here?"

is that water

That's sweat!
Cold sweat!

Fortunately, Murong Bo drank two more basins of water this morning, otherwise, the cold sweat on his back would have made Murong Bo sweat out!
Before Murong Bo could speak, Chen Mo's five phaseless calamity fingers directly sealed Murong Bo's acupuncture points.

After witnessing the bloody torture of King Xiaoyao with his own eyes, Murong Bo no longer had any will to fight.

Otherwise, even if Chen Mo attacks with all his strength, Murong Bo can at least struggle for a while. If nothing else, it won't be a big problem if he can sustain two to three hundred moves.

Unfortunately, without the will to fight, there is no courage to take action.

After all, Chen Mo is not just Chen Mo, but behind him, there is also the divine monk whose strength is proportional to his size!
Not far away, Yan Sanniang’s call came:
"Sexy monk, sexy monk."

(End of this chapter)