The God of Martial Arts

Chapter 187
Huanyin Finger, since Xiang Yang acquired this martial art, he has not stopped practicing it. The luck method and fingering tricks in it are not much different, not to mention that he is familiar with it by heart.

It's just that this fingering method is not its strong point in facing the enemy head-on. On the contrary, it has a unique effect in making insidious tricks and sneak attacks. This time, it was a great success as soon as it was shot, which can be regarded as living up to Xiang Yang's expectations.

The phalanx of Zu Wanchun's right middle finger was broken, and the pain pierced his heart. That's all. After being hit by Xiang Yang's three imaginary yin finger forces on his chest, he felt that something was wrong with his body. circulation in the body.

"It's such a powerful finger force, such a powerful fingering, hiss, this is a sign of cold poison entering the body, what sect is it from?"

When Zu Wanchun was in a trance, he was still thinking about guessing the origin of Xiang Yang's martial arts. He hated and loved this young man who repeatedly attacked him. If such a young man is a fire worshiper, the revival of the holy religion is just around the corner.

What he didn't know was that Xiang Yang's phantom yin finger was not as strong as that. On the contrary, it was the power of Huashan's Iron Finger Jue. Combined with the phantom yin finger, it erupted into a different style.

Seeing that Zu Wanchun had been tricked, Xiang Yang smiled bloodthirsty, his right hand became a claw, grabbed Zu Wanchun's right arm wrist and buckled, tore, and pulled, directly tearing out a large strand of flesh and blood from his right arm.

The dragon claw on the left hand directly digs towards Zu Wanchun's heart. Although the nails are shallow, they are hooked into claws and urged with force, there is still unparalleled sharpness contained in them. Let alone a flesh and blood body, it is just a steel plate , can also pull out a big hole.

Facing Zu Wanchun's horrified eyes, Xiang Yang was about to think that he was done, when a gust of wind blew up beside him, and the transparent palm print hit Xiang Yang's back spine hard, although it was just a palm that released his true energy. Power, but not bad at all.

As long as Xiang Yang is ruthless, Zu Wanchun will definitely die on the spot, but he will also have his spine broken, and he will become a disabled person from then on, or even be beaten to death directly.

Is it for the reward of the heavenly book?Or stay useful and look for another opportunity?No matter who chooses this choice, he will choose the latter, because there are many opportunities to obtain martial arts, but there is only one life.

But Xiang Yang was so blessed that he soared into the air with his feet, and his body volleyed over Zu Wanchun's head. Pushing and sending his right paw, which was covered in dark red blood, it turned into a palm, and slapped Zu Wanchun's back hard with a golden-topped cotton palm. .

Then he borrowed his strength to jump a foot away from Zu Wanchun, turned around and stared at a middle-aged man with an ordinary face but a majestic temperament like a mountain in front of Zu Wanchun.

Zu Wanchun fell forward, blood gushed out of his mouth desperately, even if he didn't die on the spot, he wouldn't live for long.

First, he traveled long distances, worked hard, and was injured one after another. In addition to the arrow wound, Xiang Yang's phantom finger force and dragon claw hand tore, and the last palm was a real blow. This is an old man on the verge of death. He vomited blood and died because of his profound internal strength.

The middle-aged man glanced at Zu Wanchun's injury, frowned, glanced unintentionally at Xiang Yang, nodded,
"Good fingering, good claw skills, and good palm skills. It's unbelievable that a young man is proficient in so many kinds of martial arts."

While speaking, a mellow and warm qi was transferred to Zu Wanchun from the palm of his hand, which made Zu Wanchun, who was already on the verge of death, quite energetic, and Xiang Yang's eyelids felt numb when he saw it.

"Damn it, Dragon Claw Hand has only been seen but not practiced, otherwise it would not have committed such omissions before, allowing Zu Wanchun to escape."

Xiang Yang complained in his heart, worked hard, then weakened again, and exhausted three times, his martial arts may not be so high, first defeated Zheng Pingyuan, who was as imposing as a rainbow, and then tried to kill Zu Wanchun. How much combat power.

But at this time, he was still reflecting on the flaws and omissions in the first time he used the dragon claw hand before, so he can be regarded as a martial idiot.

This is also one of his strengths. Practicing martial arts with brains and practicing without brains are completely two realms, and the results obtained are also very different.

I think many people have this kind of emotion. When I was a student, there were always two kinds of people in the class. One kind didn’t study very hard but got excellent grades. On the one hand, there is also the question of whether to use the brain.

Read, study, and study with your mind for an hour, and you may be able to master the knowledge points. If you read and study with an empty mind, even if you read for a day, it looks like you are working hard, but there is no gain at all, and it is no different from not studying.

The middle-aged man was the chef of the small restaurant from before. Unexpectedly, he was so powerful in martial arts. At least no one present dared to pat his chest to guarantee that he could defeat him.

"The martial artist who released his true energy, the palm strength just now is as gentle and thick as a mountain, pushing Zhang Zhang far horizontally, and the energy has not disappeared much. It is the Qianshan Breaking Palm of the Fire Worship Cult. We can only see whether Xiangxiang's last hand, the Feiyu Kuangzhen It can be done."

Wang Tong and Xie Shier hurriedly jumped in front of Xiang Yang, staring at the middle-aged man, for fear that this person would suddenly kill Xiang Yang and kill Xiang Yang.

Even though the situation was so critical, they never despaired. The Feiyu Kuangzheng is a great killer weapon, as long as Mai Xiangxiang uses it properly, he can kill warriors who show their true energy.

Mai Xiangxiang also swallowed her saliva, her hair was a little disheveled, her palms were sweaty, she was holding on to the Feiyukuang needle, waiting for this middle-aged man to show his flaws, now is not the time to target Zu Wanchun, this middle-aged man brought her The pressure is too great.

The performance of the middle-aged man also surprised everyone. He turned around first, and smiled at Mai Xiangxiang. Although he didn't know what kind of tricks this girl had, he couldn't fake the feeling of being on his back. This was his spiritual sense. , the most primitive vigilance, similar to the nature of birds and beasts.

He popped out a peanut casually, tapped Mai Xiangxiang's acupuncture points, making her unable to move, and then jumped towards the position of Xiang Yang and the others.

The short spear was slapped with the palm, the body of the gun trembled, Wang Tong's internal organs were injured, and he was injured by a strong internal force, making it difficult to fight again.

The poisonous scorpion of Scorpion Twelve looks ferocious and terrifying, but in the nimble palm of the middle-aged man, it seems to be being played with, and it is crushed to death without even touching the edge of the palm.

Its overwhelming strength made Xiang Yang terrified, and Mai Xiangxiang, who was regarded as the trump card, was directly controlled by others, no matter how strong the means were, it would be the same as nothing.

"Namo, Heluodana, Duolayeye, Alaye, Polukadi, Shuobaraye..."

Just in the middle age, I have to go one step further, the moment my palms are stretched towards Xiang Yang, the low-pitched chanting sounds, at first inaudible, then louder and louder, seeping into my heart from my ears, all the murderous intent, hatred, and anxiety , everything was swept away, and my heart was extremely peaceful.

"Hey, it's the owner of that Buddhist shop, and I, Xiang Yang, have endless days."

Xiang Yang's eyes lit up, and the master, who heard the voice, took a few breaths, regained the true energy in his body, lifted Wang Tong and Xie Twelve up, and stepped back a few minutes. At this point, the situation on the field has surpassed them. The range that can be controlled.

As the sound of chanting disappeared, a middle-aged man in a pure white robe appeared in front of the Zoroastrian master, with a soft face and compassionate eyes. Looking at him, it was like seeing the bright moon high in the sky at night, shining brightly in the cold.

"In the past, the Fire Worship Cult had the principal and deputy saints, three or five holy sons and daughters, seven guardians, twelve elders, and 24 holy envoys. You should be one of the 24 holy envoys who escaped back then."

The middle-aged voice was gentle and weak, he glanced at Xiang Yang and the others, smiled and walked a few steps to the Zoroastrian master.

"You are the boss of Taiheju. Sure enough, you are hiding everything. I have seen you five times in the past few years. Every time, I am alert in my heart, and my hands and feet are hot. This time, I can finally taste what I want. Let's see how good you are. "

The Fire Worship Cult master suppressed the thought of leaving here, escaping into the deep mountains and ignoring everything. He clasped his left and right hands, as if the air was being squeezed out, and his eyes were colorless.

(End of this chapter)