The head of Xiaoyao Sect, Shaolin Sweeping Monk, the strongest two people in the world, are facing each other in fate today, and the mountain wind is howling, bringing up a peak battle that is rare in a century.

"Drink~~~~"

With a long shout, the air was like a turbulent flow, and Lin Pingzhi was like a bottomless black hole, trying to absorb all the air around him until the onlookers dozens of feet away sensed the violent air fluctuations. Lin Ping then carried the zither box and suddenly broke away from him and landed on the ground two or three feet away behind him.

"Zheng!"

The moment the Xuan Iron Phoenix Box landed, the mechanical scoop turned and opened suddenly. Then, a peerless divine weapon from another world flew into the sky, and it went up to the air for more than ten feet, turning over and falling down, and it was impartial, just in Lin Ping's palm.

"The flowers bloom to see me, and a thought of reincarnation!"

Holding the sword in hand, I have it all over the world. Lin Pingzhi's body is in a rebellious and yang, generating an indescribable surging force, like a flood breaking a dam, and it comes out all the way, urging the sword energy of the Heavenly Spirit. As he steps out, he is like a training in the sky, crossing ten feet apart, and slashing straight towards his opponent's storm.

"Amitabha!"

Facing the strongest opponent in this life, the sweeping monk did not dare to be careless. In the moment when he recited the Buddha's name, his internal force for a hundred years was like the rushing of the Milky Way in the Nine Heavens. The inner world rushed to the top and broke out. With his palms pushing, he built an invisible wall of energy that was three feet thick in front of him.

"boom!"

The peerless divine sword, with a shocking sword, slashed down with force, breaking the protective energy. Instantly, the powerful air waves rolled up, the ground cracked, the flying sand and stones, and the grass and trees were destroyed.

"Keep it!"

A sword started and the attack started. Lin Ping's head showed all his strength. The fast sword was astonished as wind and thunder. In an instant, dozens or hundreds of figures, carrying the power of the divine sword, killed the world's first sweeping monk.

"It's useless, you can't break my three-foot Buddha energy!"

After a hundred years of deep cultivation, his cultivation was peerless. The monk sweeping the floor was deeply accustomed to his spirit, protecting his body and raising his luck, stepping on his feet, turning his hands around, coming and going, and Ruoxu Li blocked all the sword rains all over the sky outside.

Lin Pingzhi was happy to see the gaze. He took action faster and faster, and then the sound became louder and louder. The sword lights broke through the air, with a harsh sound. However, the sweeping monk became slower and slower. The air in front of him seemed to be stagnant. No matter how fast Lin Ping's sword was, it seemed that he was subjected to great resistance and could not enter at all.

The more than 20 spectators present were all skilled people with great cultivation. Seeing the top duel between the two masters, the various martial arts demonstrated were fascinated by the various martial arts and principles demonstrated.

At this time, the monk's chest collapsed rapidly, and the Adam's apple rolled up and down, and then the sound was like thunder and thunder. The palm of Mount Sumeru hit Lin Pingzhi with a lion roar. Lin Pingzhi's true energy surged, raised his sword and slashed the ground. The invincible sharp sword energy cracked the ground and broke the battlefield.

Although Duan Zhengchun, Ke Baisui and others were far apart, they still felt a chill from the bottom of their hearts, especially Jiumozhi. Looking at this Sumeru Palm, he widened his eyes and felt that he had already obtained the essence of Shaolin's unique skills. Now, in comparison, he felt how superficial and ignorant his martial arts were.

Xuansheng and Xuannan were among the masters of the Shaolin Temple Xuan, and even sighed in his heart that the two of them had high martial arts skills in the field, which was simply incredible. It was a realm that they could never reach even their entire lives.

"There is no fortress in the world that I cannot defeat, come again!"

Lin Ping's sword was raised, soaring into the sky, and slashed down with a sword in the air. The monk swept the floor to concentrate and forced himself to move. The inner energy was surging, forming a powerful palm force. The two sides collided violently, and they each collapsed and retreated as the wind and clouds exploded.

"Om, well, ni, ba, mi, hum!"

When he recited the six-character mantra, his body suddenly stopped. He saw the Buddha's energy everywhere in the sweeping monk, blowing sand and stones away. A vague outline appeared behind him. A powerful blow was like a angrily looking at the reincarnation of Vajra, who wanted to use his boundless divine power to intimidate the heretics.

"Good come!"

Facing the peerless palm of the sweeping monk, Lin Pingzhi was not afraid, but also a hint of excitement appeared. He raised his hand and threw it, and the Heavenly Sword flew up in the sky, hanging high in the air. At the same time, his palms transformed and reappeared the peerless trick. The huge true energy poured out, forming a huge vortex between his palms.

"receive!"

The vortex flowed and the suction force exploded. In an instant, the shocking palm that the sweeping monk slaughtered throughout his life was swallowed up.

"change!"

As before, the swallowed power quickly transformed into Lin Ping's body like a turbulent and rapid current.

"transport!"

As Lin Pingzhi used the mysterious skills, this external force was integrated into his Hunyuan true energy by him, causing his cultivation to instantly increase, reaching an unprecedented level.

"hair!"

Without any hesitation, at the moment when the huge power reached its peak, Lin Ping's palm dynasty moved, and an unreserved blow moved the world out:

"One gas transforms into nine hundred!"

The offensive of counterattack was unparalleled. Seeing this, the sweeping monk quickly brought the strong inner Yuan to protect the body of the Qi, the three-foot air wall, and the indestructible defense, trying to block this peerless attack. However, with a thunderous shock and explosion, the three-foot air wall broke, and at the same time, an unparalleled powerful palm force hit him hard.

"Bang!"

With the dull and loud noise, the sweeping monk trembled, and he immediately vomited vermilion, and his feet couldn't help but retreat. However, before he could stand firm, a sword and the cold sword edge had already hit his throat.

"I've given up."

After the sword edge, Lin Pingyi held the hilt of the sword in his hand and gently stroked the hair hanging from his forehead with his fingers. He smiled slightly, pulled back the Yitian Sword with his back hand, threw it back, and the sword went like a flying rainbow, but it fell into the Xuan Iron Phoenix Box accurately.

"Amitabha."

The monk sweeping the floor proclaimed the Buddha's name, clasped his hands together and said, "Mr. Lin's martial arts cultivation is indeed the best in the world. I was convinced by this battle."

"That's not necessarily true."

Lin Pingzhi smiled and said, "Although the master is skilled in martial arts and has a high level, it is not comparable to me as a junior. But he is old after all. If the master is thirty-five years younger, the victory or defeat of this battle is still unknown."

The sweeping monk shook his head and said, "Thirty or fifty years ago, I didn't have the skills I have today. Mr. Lin doesn't need to comfort me. I'm at this age, so what else can't be ignored?"

“Of course there is.”

Lin Pingzhi smiled and said, "The master wants to resolve the grudges and hatreds in the world, but there is a saying in ancient sages that he will always remember in his heart."

The sweeping monk Qi said: "What do you mean?"

"How can we repay kindness with kindness with kindness? Repay grudges with straightness and repay kindness with kindness!"

Lin Pingzhi smiled and said, "Well, count the time, Xiao Feng, Xiao Yuanshan, Murong Fu and Murong Bo's hatred should be settled."

"Oh, not good!"

When the sweeping monk heard this, he immediately reacted. He called out a realm and turned around and ran towards Shaoshi Mountain, regardless of the serious injuries on his body. However, he delayed for a long time. On Shaoshi Mountain and Shaolin Temple, he had already accepted the revenge and death.

Looking back, shortly after they left, Xiao Yuanshan angrily turned towards Murong Bo, and said with a sarcastic expression: "Now, the disgusting old bald donkey has left, what else do you have to say?"

Murong Bo was severely injured and had no power to resist. He could only sigh and compromise: "I am willing to die, I just want you to let my son go."

Xiao Yuanshan sneered: "Originally, I only planned to kill you, but the old bald donkey's words reminded me that if you cut the grass and don't eradicate the roots, it will be born again after the spring breeze blows. You should die!" As he spoke, he stepped forward, raised his hand and slapped Murong Bo's head.

"Damn it, I'll fight you!"

Seeing Xiao Yuanshan rejecting his request without hesitation, Murong Bo was so sad that he immediately blasted out his palm. This palm gave up many changes, and it was purely a way to fight for life. Unfortunately, his body was too seriously injured. Even if he fought back, his power was not as good as before.

Xiao Yuanshan was eager to get revenge, and he made a move to add three-point power. With a powerful palm, he directly broke through Murong Bo's counterattack and surging palm power, and all the attacks hit Murong Bo's heart. Suddenly, his skin was blooming and blood was splattering. Murong Bo's whole person was beaten away by him and fell heavily more than ten feet away.

"father!"

Seeing this, Murong Fu was shocked and rushed forward to support Murong Bo's body. However, seeing that blood was pouring out of Murong Bo's mouth, there was no breath in his nostrils. He hurriedly reached out to his heart and touched it, and his heartbeat stopped.

"ah!"

With anger, Murong Fu was filled with sadness and anger. He looked at Xiao Yuanshan in a blink of an eye and shouted hysterically: "You... Old thief Xiao, please give my father my life!" After that, he leaned on the tree next to him, jumped up, and rushed out his palms, and rushed straight towards Xiao Yuanshan, but he never thought that at this moment...
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