The God of Martial Arts

Chapter 1124 Little Martial Saint

A corner of Xiang Yang's white loose robe was ripped open, and slowly fell, a red plum blossomed, and his originally tall and mighty body became weaker than ever. He staggered and did not fall down after all.

The moment he turned around, there was a shallow gap between Xiang Yang's eyebrows as if dug out by a knife, it was dark red, the corner of his mouth was full of blood, flowing down his lips, his eyes like a sharp edge were dimmed, and the sword god was greatly traumatized , [-]% of his true energy was consumed, this is his current physical condition.

Seeing that even though the Demon Knife died, it still maintained the dignity of a warrior, raised its head to the sky, and could not help but sigh softly. Although the positions were different, and life and death were at stake, the Demon Knife was still an excellent opponent.

This is also the master Xiang Yang has encountered since he became a Taoist, who can truly judge life and death, especially his young son Wenxin, who can be said to be the pinnacle of humanity, and it is by no means inferior to the way of heaven.

It's a pity that the magic sword is a breakthrough after all, and its background is far inferior to that of Xiang Yang. The result has been doomed since the beginning of the morning. Otherwise, if he is given time, the result of this battle is still unknown.

Crackling, clapping sounded in the post-war ruins, a tall man no less than Xiang Yang, wearing a Tsing Yi with long hair appeared in the aftermath of gunpowder smoke, slowly approaching Xiang Yang, with his hands on his back, shiny as jade , unrestrained attitude, handsome extraordinary.

It's just that the murderous intent emitted inadvertently shows that those who are not good, and the power it emits is also the best in the world.

"Wonderful, really wonderful, the battle between the Heavenly Sword and the Demon Sword is really wonderful, looking at the current world, in the first 50 years, it can be regarded as the first.

It's a pity that I was the only one watching the battle, and I couldn't spread the song, so that warriors all over the world couldn't appreciate the style of Tiandao. "

The man self-assessed that Xiang Yang's battle with the magic knife ranked first in the countless decisive battles of the strong in the first 50 years. He has a sense of time that has gone through vicissitudes and has survived the vicissitudes of life. His tone is also extremely confident. Obviously, he has seen a lot. What a showdown.

"Really? What I want is to climb to the top and smash the void. As for a little fame, it's not worth it.

Besides, most people in the world are mediocre and mediocre. Even if you watch it a thousand or ten thousand times, you still won't appreciate the splendor of this battle.

If they really saw it, it would be a waste of money, and it would be a great insult to me or to the magic knife.

Moreover, you didn't see the end of this battle from beginning to end

Xiaowu Shengxiong has dominated Dingzhou for decades, and once fought against the world's number one sword, Mr. Zhong Da. Even though this battle is exciting, you have nothing to regret after watching it. "

Xiang Yang stared intently at the oncoming man, and slowly relieved his breath. With a burst of true energy in his right hand, the wooden knife turned into a brownish-yellow powder, which drifted away with the breeze, flying all over the sky, saying without any emotion .

"That's right, a daughter is easy to get, but a bosom friend is hard to find. In this huge Xiangzhou with a population of millions, I'm afraid I, Zhou Tong, can be called the bosom friend of you and the magic knife.

But I'm curious, Tiandao, you are a genius of heaven, you can break through two levels of divine treasure in a short period of time, and enter the most extreme cultivation level in the world. Before this battle, you should have found me lurking aside, why did you risk your life to fight with me? What about the magic knife fight?
With your cultivation base, it is enough to avoid Wenxin's knife, and then the magic knife will be slaughtered by you, and you can spare some energy to deal with me.

Put yourself in danger now, won't you regret it? "

Zhou Tong stood still, his body was facing the dead magic knife, he turned his side to the dead magic knife from the corner of his eye, and asked puzzledly.

He once planted the seeds of Yin-Yang Ling Zhen Qi on his only son. Xiang Yang killed his only son, experienced Yin Yang Ling Zhen Qi, caught his breath, and recognized him, which is a very common thing .

It's just that he doesn't understand why Xiang Yang is so irrational in the battle, risking the enemy's eyes watching him, insisting on fighting against the brilliance of the magic knife.

If it is said that Xiao Wusheng was [-]% sure to kill Xiang Yang here, now, he is [-]% sure. Wen Xin's knife is terrible. He is just watching and has lingering fears. Divide the strength?

"Zhou Tong, Zhou Tong, you are called Little Martial Saint in vain, don't you know what that saber just means to the magic sword and to me?

That's exactly what I and the Demon Saber are striving for. Such a realm, such a confrontation, may not be possible once in this life. Compared with it, what are the mere dangers and injuries?
Besides, for me, Zhou Tong, even if he is seriously injured, may not be called dangerous. "

Xiang Yang's face was slightly gloomy, as if he was extremely disappointed that Zhou Tong had expressed such doubts. At the same time, the last sentence contained incomparable self-confidence, and even his eyes that were originally dull were shining brightly.

When he was young, in order to survive, Xiang Yang used unscrupulous means to do everything, mainly for stability, and rarely made any crazy moves.

That's understandable, after all, a person has only one life, and there's nothing wrong with being weak and young.

You said that you didn't even have a piece of equipment, so you went to a hero with a full-level six gods to slash at each other. If you don't die, who will die?

But when he grows to Xiang Yang's current level, if he blindly calculates, he will appear petty and can't get on the stage. That's not what a martial artist who proves the Tao should do.

Everything, something to do, something not to do.

It is imperative to discuss the Dao with the magic knife. As for the result, Xiang Yang can bear it no matter what. This is determined by his unshakable will that has been tempered for so many years of martial arts.

"You are so courageous, your arrogance is not inferior to the magic sword, but it is not what people like you and me should do to use your words in vain. Let's see the truth."

Every time Zhou Tong uttered a word, the meridians in his body turned a wave of yin and yang true energy, and an invisible pressure and momentum gradually increased. In an instant, a thunderstorm formed by thunderclouds swirled and shone in the sky above his head. Shocking.

His hands are still behind his back, but they are already flashing black and white, his left hand is pure black, his right hand is white, and behind him a phantom of Tai Chi appears vertically.

The great achievement of Zhou Tong's lifelong learning is in this way of yin and yang. Now that he has accumulated true energy, once it explodes, it will be a shocking blow.

He will not have the idea of ​​taking advantage of others' danger, because he is not going to argue with Xiang Yang, but to seek revenge. For this reason, it is normal to seek victory by any means.

The magic knife not far from Zhou Tong was also destroyed by this powerful energy, and his whole body from lower body to head slowly turned into flying ash and disappeared into the air.

Xiang Yang's face remained unchanged. Although he still looked pale and weak, his fighting spirit remained undiminished.

With a single hand press, the transparent palm print directly hit the buried rock several meters underground, directly blasting a three-foot-four-inch long stone knife, bursting out thousands of knife auras underground, splitting the ground like a torn rag, breaking through the ground along the way , and then fell into Xiang Yang's hands, singing and dancing, as if alive.

(End of this chapter)