Fighting Wine Monk used to have a flushed face on weekdays, but now his face instantly turned pale. At the same time, the monk's robe on his body instantly swelled, making his whole body seem to grow bigger.
He quickly retreated, and every time he took a step back, his monk robe became smaller. He took ten steps back until his monk robe returned to normal. No, it was even a few sizes smaller than before. There were a few sharp-eyed people People can clearly see that it's not that the monk's robe has become smaller, but that the originally tall and burly wine monk has become a little thin and stooped.
The masked man did not chase after the wine monk, but struck Wang Chongyang's back with his palm. Just now Wang Chongyang saw the sudden change, subconsciously withdrew some internal energy, so that the wine monk had the strength to deal with the sneak attackers.
However, such a sudden withdrawal of internal force, coupled with the simultaneous arrival of the internal force that Fighting Wine Monk didn't have time to withdraw, he couldn't help but churn his blood. Of course, with his great master's cultivation, such internal injuries can be temporarily suppressed within a few breaths. It's a pity that the masked man didn't give him time, and he pressed his palm on his back when half of his body was paralyzed and had no time to resist.
Wang Chongyang sighed secretly: "My life is over!"
Just now, he could clearly see that the masked man had also reached the level of a grand master. Normally, he would be seriously injured if he was hit by the opponent's palm on such a big hole in his vest, let alone in his current state
But soon he showed shock, he was not injured, the other party's majestic zhenqi seemed to use his body as a ferry, rushing away from his right palm along the meridians in his body.
He was a stunning person, and he immediately understood the other party's intention. He wanted to take the opportunity to severely injure Huang Chang, who was fighting against him! Huang Chang was originally fighting with his own internal energy evenly, but now he suddenly doubled his internal energy, how could the other party stand it
Wang Chongyang didn't want to let this masked man succeed, but he knew very well that if he withdrew his palm, the surging internal energy in his body would have nowhere to vent, it would explode instantly in his body, and he would die immediately, without even having time to leave a last word.
Survival is a human instinct, even in the realm of a great master, it is difficult to avoid it. Of course, if he is given enough time to think about it, he wants to understand the seriousness of the relationship, and he may make a choice to sacrifice himself.
But in this haste, where did he have time to think clearly? What the other party wanted was his momentary hesitation.
With just such a moment of hesitation, the incomparably turbulent zhenqi rushed from his palm to Huang Chang.
The whole change happened in an instant. Huang Chang witnessed the wine monk being attacked, and his reaction was fast enough. It is impossible for him to get out of his body now. Busy fighting against the masked man, he would not attack him at this time, so that even if he suffers the backlash of internal force, he can still barely bear it, and take advantage of the gap between the masked man's attack on Wang Chongyang to regain his freedom, so that the next It can also have the power to fight against the masked man.
It's a pity that just as he collected his inner strength, the power in Wang Chongyang's palm suddenly doubled. Huang Chang spurted blood wildly, and his whole body retreated like a broken sandbag. His first reaction was that Wang Chongyang took the opportunity to plot against him, but the next moment Immediately realized that the internal force that attacked him just now was completely different from Wang Chongyang's innate skills, obviously it was the masked man who attacked him.
It turned out that the opponent did not hurt Wang Chongyang first as he imagined, but chose to deal with himself first!
"It's really a deep calculation!" Huang Chang not only endured the backlash of his own internal force at that moment, but also withstood the power of Wang Chongyang and the mysterious man, which is equivalent to one person undefended to withstand the full force of the three great masters. In addition to being old, the vitality in his body has been exhausted at this time, the only thing he can do now is to take a few more breaths.
The opponent's timing was so precise that even his reaction after being attacked was fully utilized. If it was not planned at the beginning, he would not believe anything.
Continuously injuring the two great masters, the masked man did not give up, and continued to press his palms on Wang Chongyang's vest, his internal force would shatter the opponent's meridians.
It's just that Huang Chang retreated violently, and Wang Chongyang was finally able to free his hands. Because his vitals were restrained, he knew that he would never be spared, so he simply stopped defending, but chose to trade his life for his life. There is one move in the Quanzhen sect of martial arts that leads to the same goal Swordsmanship, with Wang Chongyang's current cultivation level, naturally he is not limited to using a sword.
With a twist of the arm, he poked back with an inconceivable anti-joint arc, and the force of his innate kung fu plus one yang finger directly hit the man's lower abdomen.
The masked man retreated violently. Although his head and face were covered, it could be seen that his breathing was much faster than usual. It was obvious that the attack just now had seriously injured him.
However, Wang Chongyang sighed secretly. He was attacked first, and the vital points on his back were restrained from the very beginning, and the opponent's internal force suddenly invaded his body, which caused his innate skills and the power of his yang finger to be more or less compromised. , just before he poked the opponent's lower abdomen, he hit an extremely soft invisible wall of air, and a part of his internal strength instantly felt like a mud cow sinking into the sea. It was also thanks to the Yiyang finger that was designed to break the inner family's true qi, otherwise he might not have been able to hit the opponent in his current state.
It's just that after breaking through the air wall, his fingers were at the end of their strength. Although he hurt the opponent, it was not a fatal injury. With the opponent's martial arts, he could recover after a period of training.
His own situation is much more serious, the meridians in his body have been completely destroyed, although he will not die immediately, but he thinks he only has a few months of life left at most.
"The Yi Jin Jing really deserves to be a thousand-year-renowned miraculous skill. Which eminent monk in Shaolin is your Excellency?" The wine monk not far away finally calmed down and said in a hoarse voice. It has only been a few breaths since the sneak attack appeared, and he can naturally judge what kind of martial arts hurt him in the short fight just now.
The other people in the field only noticed the situation of Fighting Wine Monk at this time. Originally practicing the Nine Suns Divine Art, the whole person was radiant, but now his cheeks seemed to be much shriveled, and the whole person was like an ordinary and thin person who was about to collapse in the wind. elder.
The masked man showed a strange expression on his face, and said in an angry voice: "Master's Nine Suns Divine Art is indeed well-deserved. Just now, he was able to sacrifice his essence and blood cultivation to keep his life alive. Given time, he may not be able to recover from his cultivation. .”
Fighting Wine Monk sighed: "Today, there is no life left to get down the mountain." He usually has Nine Yang Divine Art to protect his body, and the general injuries will automatically recover after a few weeks of Nine Yang True Qi, even if he is seriously injured , also recovered very quickly. But just now the opponent's attack directly exceeded the recovery range of Jiuyang's true energy, so he had to use secret techniques to save his life.
It's just that the reason why the secret technique is called the secret technique is obviously very expensive. Now that his cultivation base has fallen, even if he leaves safely, he may not be able to return to the realm of the great master in his life.
"No, his internal strength just now..." Huang Chang, who was lying on the ground on the other side, said weakly. Although the vitality in his body was gone, he was a great master after all, so he wouldn't die immediately.
"Master!" The yellow-shirted woman exclaimed, and hurriedly ran to his side to help him up. Feeling his body was cold and his pulse seemed to be weak, she couldn't help feeling sad.
Huang Chang ignored her, stared straight at the masked man, and continued, "His method seems to be of the Xiaoyao School."
On the other side, Wang Chongyang, who was sitting cross-legged and adjusting his breath, nodded, and echoed: "That's right, his body-protecting qi just now seems to be the Divine Art of Beiming."
"You are also the leader of Shaolin Temple and Xiaoyao Sect. Could it be that you are..." Dou Jiuseng suddenly thought of someone.
The man took off the black scarf on his head, and sighed faintly: "The reason why I hid my identity is just not to hurt other related people, but I didn't expect to be recognized by you."
Only then did everyone notice his bright bald head and white beard all over his face, and thought to himself, no wonder he had to wrap his hair up in a mask, so it was to conceal his identity as a monk.
At this time, the woman in yellow shirt recognized the other party's identity, and she couldn't help being surprised and angry: "It turns out that the sweeping monk is you!"
"Amitabha." The sweeping monk put his hands together, but his face was extremely pale. He severely injured the three great masters in an instant. Although it was a surprise attack, it was not easy to injure the great masters. The three blows just now almost exhausted all his skills.
Of course, the great master is a great master after all, and there is a huge gap between him and the general masters. Even if he is in the weakest state now, even if other people in the field want to take advantage of the fire, they are definitely not his opponents.
The woman in the yellow shirt scolded angrily: "I used to think of you as an eminent monk in vain, but I didn't expect you to be just a despicable villain who secretly attacked."
"The benefactor taught me the right thing." The sweeping monk didn't defend himself, and looked at the drinking monk and the others with guilt in his eyes.
King Yi laughed and said, "What do you know? This is not a martial arts competition. The master bears the hatred of the country and the family. This time can be said to be the only chance. He must hit with one blow, so naturally he doesn't care about other things."
"National enmity and family enmity?" Zhao Gou couldn't help but grit his teeth with hatred. Originally, he was sure of winning this time, and he was about to wipe out Yiwang's party, but a sweeping monk suddenly appeared to reverse the situation. The key was the two most important people he relied on. The grand masters were all seriously injured, and their lives may not be saved, so naturally they couldn't continue to work hard, so how could they not ask clearly, "Which downcast royal family are you from hundreds of years ago?"
Because of Murong Bo's previous ridiculous motives, Zhao Gou originally just asked casually, but unexpectedly, it aroused the emotions of the sweeping monk.
"At first, I didn't want to say anything, but if I didn't explain anything, I would have let down my father's hard work over the past century, and I couldn't make my ancestors smile." The sweeping monk's originally peaceful eyes suddenly ignited a little. The light of hatred, "Chen Qiao mutinied, and the yellow robe was added to the body. Do you still remember how your surname Zhao came to the throne?"
Zhao Gou's expression changed: "Are you from the Chai family?"
The sweeping monk looked to the north, his eyes full of nostalgia: "Emperor Ruiwu Xiaowen died young, because the first three sons were killed by Liu Chengyou, Emperor Yin of the Later Han Dynasty, and could only be succeeded by the young fourth son. Zhao Kuangyin bullied their orphans and widowed mothers, added a yellow robe, and usurped the land of Dazhou."
Huang Chang's heart suddenly moved: "Are you a descendant of Ji Wang Chai Xijin?" He has been secretly tracking down the whereabouts of Zhou's clan in the past these years. Chai Zongxun was named King Zheng after he took the Zen throne, and this line has been under the supervision of the court. Cao Wang Chai Xirang disappeared on the day of the coup and lived among the people. The whereabouts of their lineage were also found a few years ago. The surname is Guo, and Guo Jing is the only survivor of this lineage; the only remaining ones are Ji Wang Chai Xijin adopted by Pan Mei, and Qi Wang Chai Xigao adopted by Lu Yan. In sight.