The two of them were even emanating an indescribable pressure, which inexplicably created a heavy atmosphere in the back mountain.
The low, thick clouds in the sky added to the heavy feeling in Qu Feiyan and the other women's hearts.
However, at that moment, Meng Chi took action.
With a casual and natural step, what seemed like a leisurely stroll turned into an instantaneous leap, covering nearly twenty zhang in front of the Sweeping Monk.
As the black sleeves slipped down, Meng Chixing's large, fair hands were revealed.
What is remarkable is that as Meng Chixing raised his palm and struck out, even though the movement was as slow as a snail's crawl, dense ripples began to appear in the air wherever his right hand passed.
It was as if this palm strike had pierced not space, but layers upon layers of dense water ripples.
The power of heaven and earth began to be drawn down from the sky and gather in Meng Chixing's hand, making the large hand, which should have been made of flesh and blood, appear as if it were truly cast from crystal, crystal clear, and even the purplish-black true essence that was frantically gathering in the palm could be seen.
What's even stranger is that when this palm strike was unleashed, although the surrounding area was already filled with protective energy, this energy was immediately absorbed by Meng Chixing's hand as soon as it appeared, so that no sound was made during the process.
But anyone who saw Meng Chixing's palm strike could sense the terrifying aura contained within it.
Faced with Meng Chixing's palm strike, the Sweeper Monk's expression also reacted.
The seemingly withered index and middle fingers, when brought together, were enveloped in true energy, and a special kind of energy swirled around them.
As soon as the two fingers were pointed out, half of the power of heaven and earth surrounding Meng Chixing was instantly drawn out and fell around the sweeping monk's two fingers.
Wherever the fingers passed, the surrounding space seemed to refract due to the terrifying power gathered around them.
Just like staring at a fire in winter, it makes you feel that the space itself is somewhat distorted.
At this moment, the sweeping monk pointed out with two fingers, giving people the same feeling.
Moreover, when the two fingers pierced through the air, unlike Meng Chixing's attack which was silent, they instead created a series of strange sounds, like the melodious tolling of bells or the murmuring of Buddhist chants.
The next second, as their fingers and palms touched, after a moment of stillness, visible ripples and waves instantly spread out from the two of them.
A deafening sound suddenly spread out from the two of them, like a bolt from the blue, with thunderous roar.
Countless bursts of energy and extremely refined true essence spread out instantly from the two of them like ocean waves.
Under the aftershocks, within a ten-zhang radius centered on Meng Chixing and the Sweeping Monk, the surrounding rocks instantly turned to dust.
Not only did the ground where the two were standing sink nearly three inches, but the poisoned martial artists and disciples of the Northern Shaolin Temple around them also shuddered and were blown away along with the surrounding dust.
Pang Ban and the few monks at the Celestial Realm in Shaolin Temple, who were originally nearly five zhang away from Meng Chixing and the Sweeper Monk, sensed something was wrong and immediately used their true energy to block in front of them.
When it landed, it was completely lifeless, and its body had become limp and soft, like mud.
It was shocking that the bones inside his body had been shattered when he was touched by the aftershocks.
In contrast, both Meng Chixing and the Sweeper Monk immediately unleashed their second move after their first.
The impact and power of each move were no less than those of the first move.
True essence, spiritual energy, special internal energy, and the power of heaven and earth all converged in the constant clashes and tugs between the two.
Rocks pierced the air, powerful energy tore through the air, and a booming sound echoed continuously across the back mountain.
The occasional vibrations were clearly felt even by Chu Qinghe and his companions, who were more than thirty feet away.
Along the way, some unlucky ones were directly pierced through by a wisp of energy emanating from the two during their battle, losing all their life force.
Meng Chixing was the previous master of the Demon Master Palace. Pang Ban's current studies were all taught by Meng Chixing, and the "Dao Heart Demon Seed Great Technique" was used to its fullest extent by Meng Chixing.
The moves are domineering yet strangely eerie. Each move carries a surge of spiritual energy and the power of heaven and earth. If one is not careful, one will be bewitched by this spiritual power and fall into an illusion.
The sweeping monk, in just a few dozen breaths, had already changed more than a dozen martial arts techniques. The seemingly casual moves were all Shaolin's unique skills.
When facing Meng Chixing, every move he made was not only extremely skillful, but also extremely fast.
Moreover, the two fought at an extremely fast pace, to the point that it seemed to happen without any hesitation.
Almost immediately after one move, they would use another.
It was as if both of them had the ability to foresee the future, to know in advance what moves the other would make, and even from where they would attack.
However, while Chu Qinghe was watching with great interest, Qu Feiyan and Xiao Zhao could only hear the noise.
All that could be seen were the large craters left by Meng Chixing and the Sweeper Monk during their battle, which roughly indicated the location where the two had fought earlier.
Even the jellyfish-like Yin Princess had reached a point where her gaze could no longer keep up with the two's movements.
Although Meng Chixing and the Sweeper Monk were both at the peak of the Celestial Realm, in Chu Qinghe's opinion, if evaluated according to the simulated objects in the combat simulator, Meng Chixing and the Sweeper Monk's strength was already no less than that of ordinary Divine Seat Realm martial artists.
At this moment, Chu Qinghe turned his gaze away from Meng Chixing and the Sweeper Monk and suddenly focused on Qu Feiyan and the other two women.
As he slightly raised the corners of his mouth, Chu Qinghe's inner energy surged instantly.
The next second, Qu Feiyan, Xiao Zhao and Lin Shiyin, who were still staring at the battlefield, all felt a sudden push coming from behind them.
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