The God of Martial Arts

Chapter 106
In the blink of an eye, Xiang Yang didn't have time to react, and it was impossible to dodge intentionally, because wherever he looked, the sleeve arrows had already been fired, piercing through the divine bodies of the two big men in front of him.

Fortunately, blocked by a meat shield, there was an instant relaxation and pause. Xiang Yang instinctively turned his waist, turned his body a little sideways, and blocked the Yanling knife in his hand with his backhand. The sleeve arrows, and two sticking to Xiang Yang's flesh, flew across.

The icy iron arrow tore Xiang Yang's police suit, and passed across the soft skin, his hairs stood up, Xiang Yang's bladder was a little swollen, and his heart was beating so fast that he almost died. died.

If it weren't for Xiang Yang's martial arts being high enough and his reaction fast enough, if it wasn't for Xiang Yang's vigilance and a keen sense of danger, and if it wasn't for the three sleeve arrows with two bodies to slow down the speed and delay the moment, Xiang Yang They will all be planted in this penniless small cottage.

Huh, huh, huh, Xiang Yang took quick breaths, shallow breaths and deep breaths, the swollen bladder gradually returned to normal, and the beating of the heart also stabilized, only the cold sweat on the back was still wet.

Putting down the sleeve arrow device in his hand, Chen Ning, a poisonous scholar, shook his head regretfully, and almost succeeded. If those two people hadn't stood in front of him, Xiang Yang would have undoubtedly died.

But in other words, if it weren't for these two people to cover up the sight and divert Xiang Yang's attention, it would be almost impossible for Chen Ning to shoot Xiang Yang head-on with the sleeve arrow, and the specific gains and losses are not clear.

Xiang Yang touched the scratched clothes, his skin was cold, but fortunately there was no scratch, otherwise, if there was some kind of blood-sealed throat poison tempered on the arrow, he would still be unable to escape death.

Papapa, Chen Ning withdrew his sleeve arrow, clapped his palms, his face was full of admiration, his tone was gentle,

"That's right, your martial arts are very high. You used your instinct to dodge my sleeve arrows in such a short time. I didn't expect the government to have a master like you. You were really mistaken in the cottage."

Xiang Yang didn't care about Chen Ning's words, and he was still in fear. People and death passed by. This feeling was too weird. My heart was blank. I couldn't think of anything. I couldn't remember anything. Same.

And this time it was different from Song Zuwu's fight. That time, Xiang Yang had all kinds of supernatural powers and reduced the strength of his boxing skills, which was far less dangerous than this time.

"It's still careless. I thought that Du Xiucai's martial arts were not high, so I was careless, but I didn't think that there are many cases where people with low martial arts kill people with high martial arts. We must learn from this lesson in the future."

Obviously, compared with Song Zuwu, Chen Ning's martial arts is not worth mentioning at all, and he also has a little sense of aura, which is not much better than Jia Kui back then.

But strong or weak, dangerous or not, are not only related to martial arts. Hidden weapons, poisons, traps, and the number of people are all very effective when there is no absolute strength.

Just like when he assassinated Qian Fu in the past, didn't he use his brains and despicable means to achieve it?

Xiang Yang slightly loosened his stiff right hand, and then quickly clenched the Yanling Saber. Looking at Chen Ning, murderous intent appeared in his eyes undisguised. This person is too dangerous to talk nonsense with him. The battle should be decided quickly, or God knows what else will happen.

With a kick of his calf, Xiang Yang raised his long knife like a long arrow off the string, and slashed at Chen Ning fiercely. The powerful force and speed caused a sharp sound of piercing through the air. If the knife was cut solidly, Chen Ning It must have been split in half.

However, Chen Ning is not a simple person. On one side of his body, avoiding Xiang Yang's thunderous knife, he turned around and threw a folding fan from his cuff. The tip of the fan hit the right side of the Yanling knife, but was caught There was a strong backlash.

There was a hint of shock in Chen Ning's eyes, such profound internal strength, but the movements in his hands kept moving, the folding fan was sometimes unfolded, sometimes folded, and the tip of the fan was directed towards the big acupuncture points on Xiang Yang's chest, right arm, left leg, etc. .

Although the strength is not great, the acupoints are extremely hidden and fragile. Xiang Yang only feels the cold wind whizzing through these large acupoints, and he is really caught, and I am afraid that there will be no good results.

The long knife turned around and flew left and right, fighting against Chen Ning, but to Xiang Yang's surprise, with the sharp edge of the Yanling knife, he couldn't do anything to a seemingly ordinary folding fan.

Fortunately, there is a strong internal force attached to his knife, which is powerful and continuous. Every time Chen Ning touches the long knife with the folding fan, his face will turn red for a while, which is a strange state of blood.

The two fought against each other with only five or six moves. Chen Ning's [-]-way point punching method can be compared with Xiang Yang's moves, but his arms are sore and numb, and his chest is dull and he wants to vomit blood. He is not Xiang Yang's opponent at all.

When it comes to moves, Xiang Yang has seen through Chen Ning and is about to strike ruthlessly, but Chen Ning greets him with his chest open as if he was about to die, and the folding fan in his hand is placed on his right hand. The blade was sharp enough to penetrate Chen Ning's body.

However, Xiang Yang turned his body to avoid Chen Ning's seemingly fatal blow, his eyes were surprised, and his expression was cloudy. He didn't know whether Chen Ning was bluffing or had another conspiracy.

But no matter what tricks Chen Ning wants to play, Xiang Yang will not fall into it easily after what happened just now.

Seeing Xiang Yang's movements, Chen Ning showed a smile, took a few steps back, cracked, spread out the folding fan, and fanned it in front of his chest with a satisfied expression.

"Xiang Yang, don't stop, but be disturbed by it. From your performance just now, you can see that your mind is not firm and vacillating. Although your martial arts are far better than mine, you lack the spirit of fighting for your life. Maybe you are like this. It is possible to achieve something small, but it is difficult to become a big weapon."

Seeing that Xiang Yang still didn't answer, Chen Ning looked at the flames spreading in the distance, the fighting sound became louder and more chaotic, and his heart sank.

"You have scruples, you are afraid that I have a conspiracy, so you are so restrained, it is impossible to take me down.

How about this, I will make a deal with you, let me go, and I will tell you where the treasures plundered in Heifeng Village for so many years are hidden. "

It's just that Xiang Yang suddenly laughed, poisonous scholar, is a character, in the face of such a desperate situation, he can talk eloquently, and seduce himself with benefits, who said that recklessness has no talent?

But I am not hesitating, but cautious, not not daring to risk my life, but not seeing the opportunity, now that I see it, you can honestly get down on the ground.

Xiang Yang sneered, and used all kinds of acrobatics, his whole figure was erratic, like a car with the accelerator on, and ran around Chen Ning.

Chen Ning's complexion changed, and the fan that was spread out was folded abruptly, placed horizontally in front of his chest, shaking his head from side to side and staring at Xiang Yang.

When Xiang Yang ran behind him and attacked him with a knife, he bent his waist, the folding fan in his hand pointed directly at Xiang Yang, and several silver needles that were hidden and invisible in the night sky flew towards Xiang Yang.

However, Chen Ning's expression did not show the slightest joy, instead it changed from indifferent to gloomy, and his expression was very ugly.

Where is Xiang Yang? It was just a strong wind, and Xiang Yang discovered the death needle hidden in his fan.

But Xiang Yang, who saw Chen Ning release the death-death needle, laughed. He rushed forward and leaned against Chen Ning without using a knife. His left fist used Fuhu Fist, and with a single punch, the folding fan in Chen Ning's hand was smashed to pieces. , The rest of the energy was still unabated and hit Chen Ning's chest again, with a burst of strength.

Chen Ning flew upside down, sprayed blood in the air, and then fell heavily on the ground. Compared with Chen Ning, who was able to fight against Xiang Yang before, as if he had a chance to win, he was really weak.

Xiang Yang felt the movement of the wordless scriptures in his mind, and showed a slight smile. Regardless of the next harvest, at least Twelve Road Tan's legs are stable.

(End of this chapter)