Chapter 555 Xiao Li Feijian VS Sweeping the Air Wall
Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Fu were stunned on the spot as their strength was eliminated.
Xiao Feng had already reacted and quickly stepped forward to separate the two of them, shaking his head from side to side and saying: "Father, Uncle Murong, please postpone the fight and let the divine monk handle it."
Li Jiang also stepped forward anxiously, pretending to help Murong Bo.
Murong Bo didn't allow him to get close, and quickly twisted his body to avoid the outstretched hands. However, this movement was a bit too big, which attracted everyone's surprised eyes.
Li Jiang instantly became the focus of the audience.
However, for Li Jiang, who has experienced countless storms and waves, this is childish.
He looked slightly embarrassed and said aggrievedly: "Dad, I'm not stopping you, you can leave if you want. If this disease is not cured, it won't be cured. At worst, I will work hard in the future, even if I travel to the ends of the world, I will find it for you.
That supreme elixir."
Filial piety is so touching!
The onlookers were in mourning.
Murong Bo was trembling all over and wanted to vomit blood. However, no one thought about Li Jiang, thinking that he was suffering from a hidden illness.
The sweeping monk Heshi said: "Amitabha! Murong Almsgiver's admiration is heartfelt, but Lao Na has already said that to resolve the internal injuries of the two laymen, we must seek it from the Buddha's Dharma. The Buddha is born from the heart, and the Buddha is the Enlightenment. Others
I can only give advice, but I cannot do anything for you.”
Li Jiang asked: "Master, can't the snow lotus on the top of Tianshan Mountain be used too?"
The sweeping monk shook his head.
"A century-old Ganoderma lucidum? A thousand-year-old ginseng? A ten thousand-year-old polygonum multiflorum?..."
The sweeping monk shook his head every time he heard something.
Every time he shook his head, the look of disappointment on Li Jiang's face became more and more intense. Until finally, after searching all over his body and unable to remember any other elixir, he exclaimed: "This... what should I do?"
The sweeping monk smiled slightly and then asked Xiao Yuanshan: "Xiao Jiexi, if you have the ability to heal injuries, would you be willing to treat old donor Murong's internal injuries?"
Xiao Yuanshan was startled and said: "I... I treat the injury of Mr. Murong... the old man?"
Murong Bo roared angrily.
Xiao Yuanshan gritted his teeth and said: "Murong Murong killed my beloved wife and ruined my life. I can't wait to cut him into pieces and mince him into pieces."
The sweeping monk said, "If you hadn't seen old benefactor Murong die an unexpected death, would it be possible to let go of the hatred in your heart?"
Xiao Yuanshan said bitterly: "Exactly. For the past thirty years, I have been thinking about this blood feud day and night."
The sweeping monk nodded and said, "That's easy too." He walked forward slowly, stretched out his palm and patted Murong Bo's head.
Murong Bo was shocked, and immediately used various techniques to parry, but whether it was family martial arts or Xiaolin's special skills, when he met him, it was like ice and snow meeting the sun, melting without touching it.
No one can control this person!
At this time, he no longer dared to parry or counterattack. He retreated to avoid the palm while raising his energy to look for opportunities.
When the sweeping monk stepped on a piece of gravel while walking, it seemed to be relieved. Murong Bo was so happy that he released all the energy he had accumulated under his feet. He stamped hard and prepared to float behind, then turned around and ran away.
But it backfired, as his feet seemed to have stepped on cotton. Not only was there no counter-shock force, but he fell forward due to excessive force.
The onlookers all saw a strange sight at this time. After struggling hard for a moment, Murong Bo seemed to have given up and took the initiative to stretch his head towards the old monk's palm.
Li Jiang shouted: "Master, please show mercy."
He flew over, but in the end it was a step too late.
The sweeper's palm fell gently, and with a "wave" sound, it hit the "Baihui point" on Murong Bo's head.
Murong Bo's whole body was shaken, and he immediately lost his breath and fell backward.
Li Jiang rushed to support him and said with uncontrollable sadness: "Dad, dad..."
The onlookers were stunned, and the Xiao family father and son were dumbfounded.
Li Jiang looked up to the sky and screamed: "Ah!"
Then he hugged Murong Bo with one hand and pressed the thumb of his other hand towards the sweeping monk.
Everyone only heard a scream of "咻", and the monk's face was solemn and he raised his palms in front of him without moving.
Those who couldn't understand couldn't figure out what the two men were doing. But there were many masters in the field, and they quickly understood that one monk and one monk were fighting each other in the air.
When Li Jiang tried it himself this time, he immediately felt very different from what he had just watched.
Just now, the sweeping monk separated Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo with great strength. Li Jiang was itching and could only detect it as a wall of energy. Now that he encountered it, the energy wanted to be used as his own eyes to see its secrets.
The sweeping monk's Qi wall is located two feet in front of him. It is not only an invisible Qi wall that blocks attacks, but also a fishing net that gets tighter and tighter. The real Qi emitted by Li Jiang is contained in it, and there is no more
You can't take back even an inch.
This net evenly disperses Li Jiang's sword-shaped Qi everywhere through the "knots, points, hooks, and connections" in it, so that the Six Meridians Divine Sword cannot break through the surface with points or penetrate the Qi wall.
It also has the function of storing energy. The greater the enemy's energy, the more it can be stored. This is similar to the seventh level of Qiankun Dafa. Li Jiang estimates that its rebound will be overwhelming.
I don’t believe it anymore!
He let go of Murong Bo's body with his right hand and let it fall to the ground. With a flick of his hand, a small black sword suddenly appeared in his palm.
The small sword is three inches long. It is held with the big, index and middle fingers. The blade is held in the palm. The tip of the sword is exposed from the fingertips. It is pointed at the sweeping monk from a distance.
The spirit is sent out in a bundle, extending in a straight line towards the target's neck along the tip.
The sweeping monk felt this momentum, his face changed drastically, his white eyebrows trembled, and he closed his eyes.
Li Jiang focused on two things, using the five fingers of his left hand to use the Six Meridians Divine Sword one by one. His right hand did not raise the sword, and he closed his eyes, entering into a mental competition with the sweeping monk.
Lock, unlock, lock again, unlock again...
After going back and forth many times, Li Jiang could not lock the sweeping monk for more than one second.
If it cannot be locked, Xiao Li's flying sword will not be able to fire, and even if it is forced, it will miss the target.
Just when everyone thought the two were performing a pantomime, Xiao Feng became extremely anxious. He had the highest level of cultivation among the remaining people and could faintly feel the danger.
He did not want to see any harm to either of these two people. Murong Fu was an acquaintance of eight worshipers and his sworn brother who agreed to live and die together; the divine monk was the only hope to save his father, and without him his father would have to suffer and die.
So, he stood between the two of them, spread his hands to both sides, and executed one of the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, "Shocking Baili".
Xiao Feng's idea is very simple. He can bear the strength of two people with one person, even if he dies.
But how can the power exerted by the two top masters in the world be ordinary? If the situation remains unchanged, Xiao Feng will be killed by the surging Qi and become a ruthless fan.
The sweeping monk sighed quietly and used more energy to solidify the wall of energy to prevent it from rebounding.
This is the moment!
Li Jiang suddenly cut off the true energy of the Six Meridians Divine Sword, and I didn't want it anymore!
Then he raised his right hand.
The sweeping monk leaned back slightly.
At this time, there was a muffled thunder in the sky.
The onlookers were baffled and couldn't figure out what was going on.
Observing the two sides of the battle carefully, one could see that Murong Fu was in low spirits. The monk had an I-shaped concealed weapon stuck on his shoulder, and blood was flowing down, staining his blue robe red.
Xiao Feng had finished processing the six pulses of Qi shot out by Li Jiang. He glanced at Li Jiang first and saw that he was okay for the time being. Then he flew to the side of the sweeping monk and asked with concern: "Shen Monk, how are you? I'll help you on behalf of my second brother.
You apologized."
Big beads of sweat slowly trickled down from the forehead of the sweeping monk. He held up his uninjured left hand and said with a wry smile: "Almsgiver Xiao, this poor monk has not met his opponent for many years, so he has become obsessed with it. Don't blame others, and you don't need to admit your mistake."