The God of Martial Arts

Chapter 204
Xiang Yang and Er Wuhou were at war with each other, Yan Wujiang and Lu Hu were not to be outdone, they stood up from their seats one after another, and the Tiger Gang gang members in the courtyard outside the lobby were even more harmonious, which greatly showed the strength of human beings. The benefits of being numerous.

Luo Qi clenched his fists tightly, moved his lips slightly, and arranged for the person next to him,
"Even though Xiao Xiang is competing with Er Wuhou, I will block Yan Wujiang, and Lu Hu will be dealt with by Xiaofeng, Wang Tong and Hao Cheng. Scorpion, Xiangxiang, you two stop the group outside."

In terms of numbers, the members of the God Catchers are completely at a disadvantage, but in terms of masters, the opponents have nothing to say. The three of them, Land Rover, are ruthless characters, and the rest are just random mobs.

Luo Qi is confident that he can stop Yan Wujiang. Although Lu Hu is also very strong, the three of them, Nie Xiaofeng, Wang Tong and Hao Cheng, are not given for nothing, and they can join forces to fight against them.

At this time, Xiang Yang's attention was all on Er Wuhou, he didn't pay attention to Luo Qi's words at all, and with a single step, he flew towards Er Wuhou. The distance between the two was less than three meters, less than ten feet, and they arrived in an instant.

Faced with this opponent whom he was extremely afraid of, Xiang Yang didn't use his sword, but his face was purple. With luck in his palm, Emei's golden-topped cotton palm slapped Er Wuhou Qingpiao, but it made the opponent feel like an enemy.

"The palm technique is good, but the strength is a little scattered and not perfect, let me break you."

Er Wuhou's face was solemn, he exhaled loudly, clenched his right fist, as pure as white jade, he swung it away like a sledgehammer, and directly hit the golden-topped cotton palm under Xiang Yang's cover.

There was a sound of a drum, and the other people seemed to be ringing in their ears. They couldn't hear other sounds for a moment, and the porcelain vases on both sides of the lobby cracked instantly, revealing fine lines.

Xiang Yang was also directly shaken half a meter away from mid-air, turned somersault, took a step back after landing, and directly stepped on the bluestone floor to make a two-inch thick shoe print.

The Zixia internal force flowing in the meridians calmed the turbulent blood energy and the intruding force, Xiang Yang Danfeng's eyes narrowed slightly, and a gleam of light flashed in the narrow and long gap.

Strong, can be seen, can be felt strong, that punch, there are not many changes in moves and skillful extensions, but some are pure and powerful punches, which are more trustworthy than any weapon.

When it hit, it was really like a huge hammer, shaking him physically and mentally. If it weren't for the golden-topped cotton palm, which was empty and solid, and Zixia's internal strength had been weakened layer by layer, this punch was enough to injure Xiang Yang.

"You can't fight against him, first use the Hu family's saber technique to fight him, consume his internal strength and mind, wait for a long time, then you can mainly counterattack, and use Feisha Kuaisao to secure the victory."

Xiang Yang just made a rough test, and already has a general understanding of the opponent's martial arts. It is difficult to resist with the golden-top cotton palm or the ferocious dragon claw hand. The best way is to consume it first, and then use the ultimate move to win.

In the battle of attrition, the Hu family's swordsmanship is exquisite, Zixia's tenacity, and her recovery speed is extremely fast, he thinks he has the advantage.

With a long howl like a tiger's roar, Xiang Yang pressed his left hand, and the Yanling knife was shaken out of the sheath by internal force. The long knife was smooth and shot out a bright light. If you look again, the tip of the knife has already wrapped around his chest obliquely , the sword is continuous like flowing water, it is really a good sword technique, good sword technique.

Compared with palm techniques, or other martial arts, Xiang Yang is best at swordsmanship, which is the martial arts of his life. When he cuts out with a knife, his realm is different, and Er Wuhou has to cheer up and deal with it with all his strength.

His Broken Jade Fist Sutra is so pure and powerful that even the strength of his fists has been practiced thoroughly, and it is not weak even when intersected with metal and iron weapons. It is just that he has never practiced the technique of horizontal training. There is death and there is no life.

This is the advantage that swordsmen and other weapon warriors have at a low level. Xiang Yang has fully utilized this advantage at this time, and even extended and sublimated it.

The official confrontation between Xiang Yang and Er Wuhou suddenly blew away, and the battle circle directly occupied the lobby, several meters around, and it was difficult to get close at all. An unlucky Tiger Gang gang wanted to attack Xiang Yang, and they were directly killed by the long knife. The chest was cut in half, and the death was so miserable that even Lu Huyan was shocked.

"Back, back quickly, back again, stay away from these two people."

Lu Hu exclaimed in surprise, he is also a master, with good vision, he immediately shouted, he backed up with Yan Wujiang at the same time, it should have been a big melee battle, because of the fierceness of the battle between Xiang Yang and Er Wuhou. The expansion of the circle disappears into the invisible.

Luo Qi also stood in front of Nie Xiaofeng, who was eager to try, and Wang Tong, who was full of solemn eyes, and others, motioned them to retreat, and said softly,

"These two people are several meters around at this time, and they are all exuding the power of cutting jade and dividing gold. Although it is not true energy, if we get close, it is very likely that we will die just like the person just now, after the remaining moves of the two of them. hand.

And now the two are fighting in full swing, with all their strength, there is no time to care about each other, regardless of enemy or friend, everyone should stay away from these two. "

While Luo Qi was speaking, Xiang Yang and Er Wuhou were fighting and walking, all the way scattered, wooden tables, wooden chairs, and pillars supported by the lobby were beaten to pieces, and sawdust flew away.

Stepping on the feet of the gods, moving around in a limited space, Xiang Yang has long hair and flies wildly, the right hand has a wild goose feather knife, and the left hand has claws, palms, or fists. The combat power is pushed to the limit, and the lobby is directly opened. The stone wall was pierced, raising a cloud of dust and smoke.

After everyone waved their sleeves to cover their mouths and noses, the two of them had already left the lobby and directly changed the battlefield to a wider space.

Lu Hu cast a dark look at Luo Qi and the others, calculated secretly, and felt that there was not much chance of winning, and chased them out together with Yan Wujiang to watch the battle.

Luo Qi also suppressed his surging fighting spirit and passion, and led Nie Xiaofeng and the others to chase them out. Whoever wins this battle has already surpassed everyone's own grievances or enmity.

Because at this moment, this battle is not only related to everyone's intention to come this time, but also arouses the tremor of the good martial arts factor in everyone's heart.

People who practice martial arts, unless they have problems in their hearts, are eager to watch higher-level people fight, which can greatly improve their own vision and knowledge, and even understand themselves to improve their strength.

This is similar to playing chess. Playing chess with a stinky chess basket will get worse and worse, and there is not much room for improvement.

But it's different from a master. Even if you don't play a game, just watch chess from the sidelines, you can still gain a lot, layout, change pieces, and even deeper serial routines.

Xiang Yang and Er Wuhou's martial arts are superior to those present, but they are not too outrageous. The gap can be seen. Such people are evenly matched in battle, and the attraction for a group of warriors is no less than a superior martial arts.

Outside the courtyard, in the space that accommodated a hundred people, a group of originally ferocious tiger gang members fled in all directions helplessly, wishing to grow two more legs, because those two people in the courtyard were really terrifying.

Before he could get close to the two of them, he slashed like a heavy mountain, turning into two halves of blood mud from the beginning to the end, or the fist was heavy, and a blood hole was punched in the chest.

At this moment, Xiang Yang and Er Wuhou were fighting madly, and they no longer cared about killing innocent people indiscriminately, because either side would be overwhelmed by the other side, and there would be no chance to turn around.

(End of this chapter)