In the Apartment: My Cute Girlfriend

The Sweeping Monk threw away the two swords in his hands and was about to use his Shaolin skills to teach Yang Yu something new, but when he looked around, he found that Yang Yu was no longer there.

"I'm sorry, I'm not a pure martial arts character." Yang Yu hid in a corner, smiled and waved to the Sweeping Monk.

"Giving the boss a chance to attack while playing a game is not the kind of skill a high-level player should have."

The Sweeping Monk frowned and looked in the direction of the sound, only to see Yang Yu waving his hands, and the two swords that fell to the ground flew back again.

"Let me make it clear in advance that I actually believe in Buddha." Yang Yu smiled softly.

"I wonder which Bodhisattva the donor believes in?" The Sweeping Monk asked curiously with a relaxed brow. He still did not give up. If a master like Yang Yu converted to Buddhism, it would be a great joy for Shaolin Temple. So the Sweeping Monk did not want to give up as long as there was a chance.

The Sweeping Monk naturally knew that Yang Yu could not say anything good at the moment, but he still did so. Perhaps it was the invincible attitude he had established over a long period of time that made him, even though he believed in the Buddha who claimed that all beings are equal, still have arrogance in his heart.

"Of course..." Yang Yu lowered his head and then shouted loudly: "Great Compassion, Great Mercy."

"Namo Gatling Bodhisattva."

"Cang, Mang, unsheath."

As Yang Yu gave another order, the Wushuang sword box slowly opened again with the sound of mechanical joints, and two sword shadows flew out from it.

Then, in front of Yang Yu, he saw six swords forming a circle and floating in the air. Each sword revealed a cold light, which was chilling.

The Sweeping Monk frowned deeply. He had never heard of this Bodhisattva and thought that Yang Yu was talking nonsense. He couldn't help but feel a little angry. Even if he wanted to convert Yang Yu, he would not allow Yang Yu to play tricks on him again and again.

"I have never heard of this Bodhisattva. If you don't want to answer, just say it directly. There is no need to play tricks on me." The Sweeping Monk roared in a low voice, then made claws with his hands and was about to pounce.

"I'm not kidding you. Namo Gatling Bodhisattva, six roots of pure depleted uranium bombs."

"With one breath, I can turn three thousand six hundred times, and with great compassion, I can save the world."

Then Yang Yu smiled softly and put his index and middle fingers together to form a sword seal.

"Coincidentally, I have also developed a move that will allow you to witness the glory of this Bodhisattva."

"Ready? Fire!"

Yang Yu overlapped the sword seals in his hands, and then the six swords on both sides in front of Yang Yu began to rotate continuously. Each sword emitted a sword energy after one rotation, followed by the next sword. Then the six swords on both sides began to rotate faster and faster, and the speed of the sword energy became faster and faster, and the power became stronger and stronger.

When facing the initial sword energy, the Sweeping Monk first waved his hands to block it. Because it was not fast at the beginning, he was able to block it easily. However, as the speed of the sword energy continued to increase, the Sweeping Monk's hands also began to move faster and faster.

But soon the Sweeping Monk discovered that even though his hands had left afterimages, he still could not catch up with the speed of the sword energy.

However, as the speed of the sword energy continued to increase, the Sweeping Monk began to panic. The speed of the sword energy was too fast, and if he continued like this, he would just be waiting for death, so the Sweeping Monk hurriedly changed his tactics.

The Sweeping Monk once again used all his strength to erect a three-foot air wall, trying to resist the attack of the sword energy. However, three feet was not enough to withstand the attack of sword energy of this level. Even thirty feet could be penetrated under this frequency of attack.

The Sweeping Monk secretly thought that it was not good. He had no other means to deal with this level of attack and could only bear it for the time being.

But even if he resisted, how long could he hold on? Thinking of this, the Sweeping Monk frowned deeply.

But soon the Sweeping Monk's frown relaxed, because he saw Yang Yu's body shaking constantly. It seemed that powerful martial arts often come with risks.

"Donor, with such a strong consumption of sword energy, you won't be able to hold on for long. What's the point of doing this?" The Sweeping Monk advised with a compassionate look.

"Really?" Yang Yu looked at the Sweeping Monk with disdain, his face full of dissatisfaction.

"Of course, why should the donor be so stubborn?" The Sweeping Monk said calmly. It was now obvious that Yang Yu's body began to tremble more and more violently. It was obvious that he could no longer hold on. Now the Sweeping Monk thought he was in a safe position.

However, how could Yang Yu not know this, but how could this be the only method he had? Yang Yu shouted shamelessly.

"Wife, help!!!"

"Tsk, it still depends on me." Rose shook her sleeves, looking disdainful but secretly happy in her heart.

"Transplantation." Rose used his inner strength to float himself in the air and then raised his hands to suck all the monks who had just been knocked down into the air.

"The art of absorbing internal energy." Yang Yu stood in place with his hands raised high, cooperating with Rose to transfer all the monk's internal energy to Yang Yu.

Then, using Yang Yu's body as a transit station, the internal force was continuously infused into the Wushuang Sword Box, and then transmitted to the twelve swords through the Wushuang Sword Box.

In an instant, all twelve swords burst out with extremely dazzling light, the rotation speed reached the highest point, and the sword energy whizzed away as if it was free.

Sword Qi Gatling upgraded to Sword Qi Gatling Plus (+)

The Sweeping Monk's face suddenly changed, and he hurriedly raised his hands to erect an air wall. However, countless sword energies continued to hit the air wall. Although he could not penetrate it for a while, the force of the sword energy kept forcing the Sweeping Monk back.

Soon the Sweeping Monk was forced back to the front of the Buddha statue in the temple. The Sweeping Monk looked back at the golden body of the Buddha statue and suddenly became anxious. He stepped hard and pressed his feet into the ground to stabilize his body and prevent himself from taking a step back.

Yang Yu secretly thought that something was wrong.

The amount of internal energy consumed by performing this move was beyond his imagination. Even with the generous sponsorship of so many monks, it was like a drop in the bucket.

Monks: Who wants to generously sponsor you! ?

But the sword energy was not without effect. Seeing that he was no match for his opponent, the Sweeping Monk dispersed the energy wall and then took the attack with his physical body, but all he could hear was the sound of metal clashing.

Yang Yu looked over and saw a golden light appearing on the Sweeping Monk's skin. Then he pressed his left foot hard into the soil, and followed with his right foot. In this way, even if his body was still pushed back by the sword energy, he could still hold on.

Relying on the Shaolin's unique Vajra Indestructible Magical Skill, the Sweeping Monk forced a draw with the sword energy.

Yang Yu became anxious and roared, then he turned his hands into fists and struck together. The flying swords that were originally divided into six were combined into twelve again.

The circle formed by the twelve swords was moving at a faster speed than before, and the flying sword energy was sharper and faster.

And the corresponding power is even more extraordinary.

The Sweeping Monk's expression changed drastically. Even though his legs were deeply buried in the soil, he was still being forced back continuously.

Seeing that the Buddha statue was behind him, the Sweeping Monk had nowhere to retreat.