Martial Arts Crossover: I am the strongest demonic monk of Tianlong Temple

But in reality, he was already horrified when he saw this scene.

Any one of these five sword energies is far more powerful than the previous One-Finger Divine Skill.

If he were hit by any of these attacks, even if his breastplate remained intact, it would likely be pierced through on the spot.

but……

His movements were incredibly unpredictable, making it impossible for his opponent to lock onto him. He could completely manipulate his opponent.

Chapter 67 Got you!

As dusk settled, the air crackled with the aura of swords in the mountains and forests.

The Six Meridians Divine Sword's fierce sword energy was like a torrential downpour, causing wood and stone to crumble and dust to fly wherever it passed.

It covered an area of ​​almost several hundred meters in radius; it was practically an indiscriminate attack.

But the old man moved like a ghost, darting freely through the dense sword energy.

His movements were incredibly unpredictable, sometimes swaying like willow catkins, sometimes wagging like a fish's tail, always managing to avoid fatal attacks at the last second.

"Jie Jie Jie..."

He let out a laugh like an owl, his gaunt figure appearing and disappearing in the twilight.

"Fool, I told you long ago, your attacks are useless against this old man. You're just wasting your energy!"

The old man was beaming with pride.

Chen Mo didn't speak, but the sword energy between his fingers intensified.

The power of the Shaoshang Sword, the agility of the Shangyang Sword, the grandeur of the Zhongchong Sword…

Bang bang bang! !

Countless sword energies bombarded the earth, causing a huge tremor, billowing dust, and carving furrows into the ground.

One by one, the giant trees were cut in half by this invisible sword energy.

The surrounding area was a complete mess, as if it had been ravaged by a category 18 typhoon.

Mu Wanqing watched from behind Chen Mo with trepidation.

She gripped the short arrow hidden in her sleeve tightly, but knew that this level of confrontation was beyond her control.

"My husband... seems to be intoxicated?!"

In contrast, Chen Mo.

A glint flashed in his eyes, "What an uncanny movement technique! If I could learn it, I could gain another wave of martial arts points!"

"Idiot! Idiot!"

The old man deliberately used a provocation tactic, wanting Chen Mo to continuously master the Six Meridians Divine Sword.

"You can't do it either. Even if I stand right here, you still can't hit me!"

Although he couldn't discern what martial art the opponent was using, the power of this move was so terrifying that the internal energy consumed by each strike must have been astonishing.

It's estimated that it won't be long before this kid's internal energy is completely depleted.

When the time comes, without true energy, you'll be like a toothless tiger, completely at my mercy!

The thought of once again slaying a genius stirred his previously dormant blood to new heights.

"Is it really impossible to hit?!"

Chen Mo suddenly stopped his move and stood still. He clapped his hands together, and a phantom image of a dragon and elephant entwined behind him appeared.

This scene made the old man in black robes tremble, as if something bad was about to happen.

next moment.

Chen Mo raised his right hand slightly, his five fingers spread out.

"Dragon-Capturing Skill!"

A surge of powerful Nirvana energy erupted like a tide, seemingly coalescing in mid-air into a translucent golden Buddha hand.

what? !

Sensing something was wrong, the old man in black robes tried to flee immediately, only to find that the air around him had suddenly frozen.

It seemed as if countless invisible forces were locking onto him.

He desperately channeled his inner energy, trying to break free from this damned lock.

Unfortunately, this was destined to be futile.

The golden Buddha's hand slowly closed, and with each inch it closed, the restraints on the black-robed old man tightened.

He was like a fish caught in a fishing net; no matter how much he struggled, he could not escape this inescapable trap!

"caught you!"

In an instant, Chen Mo grabbed the black-robed old man from thin air and lifted him up.

The Dragon-Capturing Skill is powerful just from its name; it can even capture dragons!

The golden Buddha's hand firmly imprisoned it in mid-air.

The old man in black robes stared wide-eyed in terror, but before he could even beg for mercy, he was slammed hard to the ground!

"boom--!"

With a loud crash, the hard ground was smashed into a large crater, and debris flew everywhere!

"puff--"

He was hit so hard that he spat out a mouthful of blood, and it felt as if his internal organs had been displaced.

Chen Mo remained expressionless as he raised the golden Buddha hand once more and slammed it down again.

"Boom!"

This time the force seemed even greater, and the crater was enlarged several times over, filled with smoke and dust.

"Stop, stop..."

The old man in black robes managed to beg for mercy, but his voice was barely a whisper.

But Chen Mo seemed not to hear him, and lifted it up a third time, slamming it down heavily!

"Oh!"

This time, the old man in black robes couldn't even let out a scream.

He lay sprawled at the bottom of the pit, looking like a rag doll.

His black robe was already tattered and torn, and he was covered in blood.

Mu Wanqing, standing behind Chen Mo, stared in disbelief, covering her mouth with her hands, her eyes filled with shock.

Unexpectedly, this usually gentle and refined monk could be so ruthless when he actually took action.

How brutal!

I love it!

As the smoke and dust gradually dissipated, the old man in black robes at the bottom of the pit was found to be barely breathing.

As Chen Mo approached the edge of the pit, the illusory image of dragons and elephants intertwined behind him slowly dissipated.

He clasped his hands together and softly chanted a Buddhist prayer: "Amitabha!"

The golden Buddha's hand lifted the dying old man in black robes from the bottom of the pit.

Chen Mo reached out and applied pressure points, intending to subdue the other person and then find clues about who wanted to kill him.

But then the old man in black robes, who had been on the verge of death, suddenly opened his eyes, and a handful of white powder appeared in his hand!

"Go to hell!"

Before he finished speaking, the white powder spread out like smoke, enveloping Chen Mo and Mu Wanqing.

In the blink of an eye.

Chen Mo's pores closed instantly, and his Nirvana True Qi began to circulate immediately.

"Great Kasyapa Aura Shield!"

hum!

An invisible protective shield instantly unfolded, gathering all the dust that filled the air.

Guided by the Nirvana True Qi, it condensed into a white pill, which floated in Chen Mo's palm.

"A trivial skill!"

He spoke calmly, "Benefactor, you'd better... stop making these futile struggles!"

Just then.

Mu Wanqing, standing behind him, suddenly let out a soft moan.

An unnatural flush rose on her cheeks, her eyes grew increasingly unfocused, and her body trembled slightly.

She subconsciously tried to resist by circulating her internal energy, but found that the more she circulated her internal energy, the more intense the inexplicable heat within her body became.

"Well……"

Mu Wanqing's breathing became increasingly rapid. Unable to suppress the throbbing in her heart, she suddenly wrapped her arms around Chen Mo's waist and abdomen.

This sudden turn of events caused Chen Mo's body to stiffen and his mind to wander slightly.

In that instant, a glint of joy flashed in the black-robed elder's eyes. "A good opportunity!"

Ignoring his severe injuries, he forcefully mobilized the remaining true energy in his body and struck Chen Mo's chest with all his might!

Chen Mo reacted extremely quickly, countering with a palm strike of his own.

With a loud bang, the two palm strikes collided violently.

The old man in black robes was struck as if by a heavy hammer; his chest caved in, and he coughed up a mouthful of black blood. Almost all the bones in his body were shattered by this blow.

But he burst into maniacal laughter.