The reason why He Xie's internal energy will assimilate and absorb the sweeping monk's internal energy is that this is a new effect produced by the integration of He Xie's three skills into one, and is compatible with the omnipotent characteristics of Beiming Divine Skill and Xiao Wuxiang Skill.
The attributes of his internal power are unique and form a closed loop of its own, as if it were in a separate world.
No matter what kind of internal power he encounters, the uniqueness of his internal power will immediately break the balance of the opponent's internal power.
The pure yang internal force will be mixed with pure yin by him, and the pure yin internal force will be sent into pure yang by him. Yin and yang complement each other, and he will also make him negative yin and embrace yang.
In this way, the opponent's internal energy is assimilated and absorbed by him, and the power will naturally suddenly become stronger.
The sweeping monk suffered a loss precisely because he did not expect this.
The bleeding on his fingertips was not only due to this, but also because of the benefits of Xiao Lian.
"Accumulate essence to gather Qi, condense form to gather spirit." He Xie couldn't help but praise, "Senior is good at martial arts and has a good state of mind!"
The finger that the sweeping monk just used may seem simple, but it is a kind of martial arts similar to drawing the ground to create a prison.
As he took a step forward, internal energy erupted from all the pores in his body, forming a wall of air three feet in front of him. However, when he pointed out, he was not releasing, but inhaling.
The three-foot air wall suddenly collapsed and shrank back to his fingertips. Firstly, it imprisoned He Xie inside so that it could not undergo any changes. Secondly, it condensed the three-foot air wall into a point to resist He Xie's attack.
The power of a sword.
That's why He Xie has the illusion that his fingertips are enlarged.
This finger is simply wonderful. If we just talk about the mystery and charm, the Sweeping Monk just won without a doubt.
"I was defeated by this move." He Xie said with a smile calmly, "If it weren't for the strength and sharpness of the sword, senior's single finger would have been enough to repel me."
After saying that, he suddenly raised his hand, and the sword in his hand suddenly flew out and disappeared into the stone wall on the side.
He actually abandoned his sword and didn't use it.
"It doesn't have to be like this." The sweeping monk shook his head and said, "The sword is also part of the donor's martial arts, and it does not count as an advantage."
"Senior, I misunderstood." He Xie smiled proudly, "I abandoned the sword because I have figured out how to defeat it."
"oh?"
The sweeping monk's eyes lit up and he smiled happily: "Okay! Okay! Okay! Then come again!"
"offend!"
He Xie said, smiled slightly, and suddenly pointed out a move that was exactly the same as the move just now. The finger was like a sword, containing countless changes.
The sweeping monk wanted to know how He Xie could break the prison he painted on the ground, so he repeated his old trick.
In an instant, He Xie "entered the urn" again. This finger gesture was not exhausted, but the move was exhausted.
Seeing that He Xie was about to make the same mistake again, at this moment, He Xie suddenly turned his fingers into claws and twisted his wrist violently.
call……
In an instant, the three-foot wall of air that was supposed to be sucked back to the fingertips by the sweeping monk suddenly changed its direction and was absorbed into He Xie's palm, forming a shining ball of light.
"Dragon Capturing Skill!" The sweeping monk's eyes lit up and he exclaimed in his heart, "Wonderful!"
He didn't expect that He Xie would actually use this method to break his prison. However, before he could react, He Xie suddenly reversed his wrist and smacked the light ball towards the sweeping monk's head!
The sweeping monk stooped low, put two fingers of his hands together, raised them above his head, and performed the simplest boy's posture of worshiping the Buddha.
He Xie's palm reached Monk Sweeper's head, but Monk Sweeper once again imprisoned him a foot away. The ball of light in his palm instantly began to spin, and it spun bigger and bigger, showing signs of breaking away from He Xie's control.
He Xie's other hand came out from the armpit of his right hand like piercing flowers and picking leaves. From bottom to top, he pointed at the forehead of the sweeping monk.
As soon as the sweeping monk retreated, he instantly pulled He Xie forward with a ball of light. He turned around, freed up one hand, and without looking back, struck out a palm, hitting He Xie directly in the abdomen.
He Xie secretly thought something wonderful, and suddenly his feet flew into the air, causing his palm to hit the air. He also hit the sweeping monk's left shoulder with the same palm from top to bottom.
The sweeping monk's figure was flexible, he turned again, and suddenly jumped upwards, pulling He Xie upwards with him.
The two sides went back and forth, and they made more than thirty moves in an instant!
But the strange thing is that the two sides only used each other's tricks and never faced each other head-on. Therefore, it seemed that the fight was fast and fierce, but from beginning to end, the two men never even touched each other's clothes.
But when it comes to the dangers involved, He Xie's battle in this life is unique.
He only needed to receive a single blow from the Sweeper. Although he would not lose his life, the Sweeper would immediately seize the opportunity.
In the battle of masters, but fighting for the front line, the victory or defeat is often only one strike.
Once the sweeping monk gains power, He Xie is sure that the other party will never give him another chance to turn defeat into victory!
What's even more weird is that the two of them only attack with one hand, while the other hand is firmly against the increasingly larger ball of light formed by the fusion of internal forces, fighting for its control.
Needless to say, the Qinggong skills of the two people were very exquisite. When they jumped more than three feet high, the two people gradually moved towards the edge of the cliff in mid-air, but the movements of their hands never stopped.
On the other hand, Qiao Feng and Wu Changfeng were dazzled and frightened!
That's fine with Wu Changfeng, because he only thinks it's powerful, and no matter which attack the two sides take, he will be dead.
But Qiao Feng knew the intentions and situation of both parties very well. At this moment, he was so nervous that sweat appeared on his forehead, and his heart was pounding in his throat!
This is absolutely unprecedented. In the past, even if Qiao Feng encountered a near-death situation, he would never be so nervous.
But right now, the two people in front of him are superior to him in martial arts. They are fighting with mysterious and dangerous moves. They seem to be able to do it with ease, but in fact they are both walking on the edge of the cliff. A slight mistake can determine the outcome.
It gave Qiao Feng the extremely depressing feeling of hearing thunder in a silent place.
He thought to himself that if he had been in his place, no matter which one he fought with, he would have lost long ago!
Of course, if it were a life and death fight, Qiao Feng still had some confidence.
Sparring and fighting to the death are two completely different things.
In the blink of an eye, more than ten moves passed, but the two sides were still partially at odds. As for the real balloon they were fighting for, it had grown from the size of a pigeon egg to as big as a child's head!
It is worth mentioning that since the two sides have been fighting, it has always been the sweeping monk's external power, but He Xie's internal power has always been hidden and has not come out of the body.
Therefore, the real balloons in the palms of the two people are actually completely condensed from the internal energy of the sweeping monk.
It was obvious that He Xie was very aware that his internal strength of carrying yin and embracing yang was very advantageous, so he deliberately restricted it.
But this cannot be said to mean that He Xie is superior, because if he makes a mistake, he will only make others laugh.
At this time, in mid-air, the two of them had reached the cliff on the other side. They were both running fast against the cliff, and the moves in their hands were getting more and more urgent.
Wherever the two of them passed, rocks cracked and fell, and the movement was shocking.
At this time, more than seventy moves had passed. He Xie knew that if the fight continued like this, it would be difficult to determine the outcome even with a thousand moves, let alone a hundred moves.
The sweeping monk is definitely the enemy with the highest level and the most arbitrary moves he has ever seen.