Chapter 103 The battle of the peerless masters, Ning Que won!
Ning Que stared at the sweeping monk opposite, with a slightly dignified expression.
There are no weak ones in the master, this point is applicable whether in this world or in the main world.
If it is said that martial artists of the same level below the master level can often judge whose combat power is stronger by the quality of their martial arts practice.
Then this standard is not very applicable to the master level or even above the master level.
Every warrior who wants to become a master must comprehend his own martial arts.
To judge the strength of a grandmaster, it mainly depends on the martial arts that this grandmaster has comprehended and the control over martial arts.
Even if a Taizu Changquan fighter can comprehend his own martial arts through this boxing method and use it to advance to the master, his combat power can be extremely terrifying.
Not necessarily worse than those who have advanced to the Grandmaster with the help of the Divine Art Book!
Of course, it would be a lie to say that the Divine Art Collection is useless to the Grandmaster.
Each book of divine skills contains precious martial arts wisdom and experience left by countless predecessors. Warriors who have practiced the book of divine skills will definitely take advantage of it.
But how much one can comprehend from the Divine Art Collection varies from person to person.
So, among the masters, who is stronger and who is weaker, you have to fight to know.
"Master, offended!"
With a clang, Ning Que pulled out a sword whose edge was filled with a cold green light. The next moment his figure was blurred, but he crossed nearly hundreds of meters in an instant, and slashed at the ground monk with his sword.
No one can describe how fast this sword is.
Everyone could only see that Ning Que had just drawn his sword, and in an instant, a terrifying sword light struck the sweeping monk.
A terrifying sword intent, like a twelfth-level storm, swept across the entire battlefield in an instant. The ground near Ning Que and the sweeping monk was cut into pieces by countless sharp breaths, leaving dense sword marks.
Throughout the battlefield, the long swords in the hands of all the swordsmen clanked even more, as if they were about to break free from their palms and fly towards Ning Que.
Facing Ning Que's extremely fast and sharp sword, the sweeping monk's face was solemn, he recited the Buddha's name, and once again used the three-foot aura!
"Boom!!"
It was as if a meteorite of 10,000 tons fell from the sky, and the ground with a radius of 50 meters sank half a meter in vain, and the sky was full of dust. ditch.
And the three-foot aura outside his body also showed fine cracks.
Ning Que's figure flickered, and he caught up with the sweeping monk in an instant. He jumped up in the air, and slashed hundreds of swords in an instant.
Ning Que's sword was too fast, too fast, and afterimages of his arms stayed in the void, like a thousand-armed Shura.
Hundreds of sword lights, like a peacock spreading its tail, descended from the sky with endless and gorgeous light, and shot down at the sweeping monk.
At this moment, whether it was the members of the Free and Unfettered Sect or the heroes of the Righteous Way, they all paused their fighting, looking in shock at Ning Que in the sky who looked like a thousand-armed Shura, and the gorgeous sword light like a peacock spreading its tail.
Such a scene is beyond imagination.
The floor sweeping monk with an extremely dignified face shot down the gorgeous sword lights from the air. He knew that his three-foot air wall could not stop it.
If he only relies on the three-foot air wall, he may be instantly dismembered.
"Amitabha!"
The floor-sweeping monk chanted a Buddha name, put his hands together, and arms suddenly appeared from him. At this moment, he seemed to have become a thousand-handed Buddha.
"Boom boom boom..."
One arm after another keeps blasting forward, and each arm is using a kind of Shaolin martial arts, or Da Vajra Palm, or Shaolin Arhat Boxing, or Paramita Hand, or Duo Luoye Finger, or Wei Tuo Palm...
"This... This is our Shaolin's seventy-two unique skills... No, no, it is far more than the seventy-two unique skills, and the power is even more terrifying than the seventy-two unique skills..."
Shaolin's seventy-two unique skills, each of which is extremely difficult to practice, and monks with average qualifications, as long as they practice one unique skill, they need to practice hard for a lifetime.
Monks with relatively strong talents can only practice several unique skills at the same time.
Except for Bodhidharma, no one has successfully practiced all seventy-two stunts at the same time.
Moreover, the seventy-two unique skills displayed by the sweeping monk are obviously much more mysterious and powerful than the conventional seventy-two unique skills.
Obviously, the sweeping monk not only successfully practiced all the seventy-two unique skills, but also sublimated the seventy-two unique skills to another level.
"Unexpectedly, Shaolin still hides such a terrifying master, should it be said to be a famous temple through the ages!"
Many people in the world who knew about Shaolin's seventy-two unique skills were also shocked.
"Boom boom boom boom..."
Gorgeous sword lights slashing down one after another, colliding with arms one after another, earth-shattering explosions resounded continuously, and the entire battlefield trembled.
Shua!
Suddenly, a looming translucent phantom appeared behind the sweeping monk. Before the heroes of the righteous way had time to exclaim when they saw it, the ghostly phantom stabbed out with a sword, bringing a cloud of blood on the sweeping monk.
Moreover, the phantom's stabbing sword was not worth it, but he stabbed the second sword like lightning, as if preparing to completely assassinate the sweeping monk.
But at this time, the sweeping monk had already reacted, his body turned upside down instantly, and he leaned back, and then condensed a solid golden palm print, shattering the stabbing sword light.
The phantom slowly disappeared.
The sweeping monk empress felt a sword in his heart, but his aura weakened a lot.
"Master, it seems that you are going to lose."
Ning Que appeared in front of the sweeping monk at some point, and opened up the star-absorbing force field, covering the sweeping monk into the star-absorbing stance.
The pale black star-attracting force field is like a continuously distorting black hole, which looks extremely terrifying.
Strains of distorted devouring power are constantly acting on the sweeping monk, although it is impossible to swallow the sweeping monk into a blood mist as easily as swallowing other warriors.
But it was still devouring the power of the sweeping monk.
In fact, the power of the sweeping monk is so stable that even the star-absorbing force field cannot swallow too much at once.
If it is a period of complete victory, the sweeping monk has every chance to break free from the star-absorbing force field.
But the key point is that he was stabbed by Ning Que's sword intent just now, and there was a blood hole the size of a bowl in the back of his heart.
If you are facing other masters, even if you get a sword in the back, it is not a serious injury. The sweeping monk can completely seal the wound with his skills and continue to fight.
But he was facing Ning Que who had a star-absorbing force field, and he was still in Ning Que's star-absorbing force field.
I saw the blood hole in the back of the sweeping monk, a forearm-thick blood flow was continuously sucked out by the devouring force of the star-absorbing force field. The sweeping monk tried to seal the wound several times, but found that even the seal of the wound Skill was also swallowed.
His strength is getting weaker and weaker, and the rate of weakening is getting faster and faster.
The sweeping monk sighed in his heart. At this point, he already knew that he had no hope of winning Ning Que.
The result is already doomed.
"Amitabha, is this your Martial Arts Ding Shizhu? It's really amazing, I feel ashamed... In this battle, I was defeated. But before I die, I still ask Ding Shizhu to do more good deeds and accumulate more blessings." De!"
After saying this, the sweeping monk closed his eyes and sat on the ground, but he no longer resisted the engulfment of the star-absorbing force field.
In just an instant, the blood in the sweeping monk's body was evacuated by the star-absorbing force field, and his whole body turned into a blood mist with a bang.
At this moment, Ning Que also received a reminder to increase his potential points by 10,000 points.
Because I was so busy at work that I even forgot to put it on the shelves today! Stupid cry!
(end of this chapter)