Zhang Sanfeng vs. the Sweeping Monk

The moment Zhang Sanfeng finished speaking, he unleashed Tai Chi force, drawing Du E and Du Jie's long whips into collision.

Immense inner force clung to the black cords. The two monks sensed that same strange inner force from before traveling along them, then discovered that their two long whips were uncontrollably crashing into each other. They inwardly cried, This is bad! Then the inner force from the other side's black cords surged over them like mountains and seas, making both monks shudder.

As fellow disciples, Du Nan and Du Jie were not far apart in martial skill, though Du E was clearly a level above them. Struck by Du E's inner force, Du Jie spat out blood. His qi and blood churned violently, and he lost his fighting strength in that instant.

Though Du E was somewhat better off, he was not much better. Du Jie's full-force blow numbed his chest, leaving his entire body sore and numb for several breaths as his inner force suddenly became sluggish. Under ordinary circumstances, this would have been nothing; with such a short interval, he could have adjusted his breathing and smoothed out his True Qi. But who was Zhang Sanfeng? Having made his move, how could he possibly give his opponent a chance to catch his breath?

When Du Nan saw the enemy strike once and instantly rob his two fellow disciples of their fighting strength, his face changed drastically. With a flick of his long whip, he attacked Zhang Sanfeng from behind, hoping to delay him for a moment and give Du E time to recover.

Song Qingshu chuckled and drew up a handful of pine needles from the ground, firing them at Du Nan's face with inner force. They were like the Tang Sect's famed hidden weapon, the Pear