The God of Martial Arts

Chapter 214 Complete the mission
After killing Yan Wujiang, Lu Hutu felt desperate and suppressed Hao Cheng for a while, Feng Han also gave up Wang Tong and rushed directly to Xiang Yang.

Feng Han's scimitar was spinning and cutting in his hand, like a round roulette wheel, there was a puffing breeze, and Xiang Yang's eyes lit up when he saw it. The scimitar was good, but it was only good.

With a twist of his right wrist, the Yanling Saber had a slender blade, and it slashed out of Huashan Mountain with the force of a rotten street. However, under the blessing of Zixia's magical skill, which had been cultivated to the third level, the surging saber force directly broke Feng Han's scimitar. Feng Han's chest was also torn into a red line, his blood surged, his eyes gradually became dull, his body softened, and he fell to the ground.

Seeing this scene, a very loud shout suddenly sounded from the group of Qingshan bandits who were watching the battle, "Avenge the big boss, brothers, go."

Xiang Yang saw clearly in a blink of an eye that it was Cheng Yun holding a long sword who was inciting the group of horse thieves to attack him, but Cheng Yun himself retreated slowly, obviously thinking of escaping from this place.

"The martial arts are not high, but the mind is quite good."

The horse thieves were not all ruthless and unrighteous people. There were about dozens of knights brandishing scimitars in grief and anger, and driving their horses towards Xiang Yang, like dozens of off-road vehicles galloping, roaring.

Seeing this scene, including Luo Qi and the others, their faces were all pale. Dozens of people were condescending and came charging with the help of horses. No matter how good Xiang Yang's martial arts is, can he stand alone against it?
They used to form a team under the leadership of Wang Tong, who is proficient in cavalry warfare, and they could fight head-on with the cavalry with the help of the momentum of the crowd, but now Xiang Yang has no teammates just now.

However, Xiang Yang also has self-knowledge, without a head iron, he directly arches up, exerts force under his feet, connects his toes to the top of his feet, and directly uses the Wudang ladder cloud to jump nine meters high and rush forward, flying over the head of the horse thief, towards the horse who is about to drive Cheng Yun, who was leaving the horse, rushed forward.

But at this moment, an extremely sharp and poisonous sword light bloomed from the group of horse thieves below, and at the same time, the leaping figure rushed towards Xiang Yang in the midair like a long arrow off the string.

This change surprised everyone on the field. Apart from the chieftain Feng Han, among the Qingshan bandits, there is actually such a master?

Xiang Yang was also startled, the knife was so fierce, although the blade was still some distance away from him, but there was a faint pain under his feet, who was it?

The moment he lowered his head, he met a pair of shining, bright and scorching eyes. The scimitar in his hand seemed to melt into the void, and was blown by the wind, and it was about to split Xiang Yang in two from bottom to top.

The timing chosen by this person was just when Xiang Yang was having difficulty drawing on his strength, and the moves he made were all-out, which was the essence of the art of war, and the sword technique was vicious, and the angle was tricky, aiming to kill Xiang Yang, obviously early Premeditated, and waited a long time.

Xiang Yang didn't have time to guess the identity of this person, because he was already in an extremely dangerous situation at this time, and he only had the idea of ​​avoiding or even breaking the knife in his mind, nothing else.

The Yanling Saber in his hand concentrated his internal force and slapped down, like crossbow arrows shot out, coming first, blocking the scimitar that the man attacked, and hitting it at an angle.

With this movement, Xiang Yang's body sank automatically, but his face was still calm, his hands became claws, he bent over and grabbed the shoulders of the sneak attacker in a flash, buckled and tore them apart, his anger surged, and he burst out with great force, directly smashing the person's shoulders. The two arms were torn off, and blood sprayed out one after another.

The young man didn't expect Xiang Yang to react so quickly, unable to dodge in time, his two arms were torn off, screaming in pain, tears streaming down his face, his whole body convulsed, even so, he still spat out a Cruciatus from his mouth extremely fiercely.

Xiang Yang's eyes were flat, he turned his head to avoid the man's fatal blow, kept his hands, turned his claws into fingers, and pointed at the man's brow with a phantom yin finger in his right hand, the finger burst out, and the frost eroded.

At the same time, he rolled around in the air, Twelve Road Tan kicked out his legs, and kicked the man away, while he used his strength to go in the direction of Cheng Yun.

From the killer's assassination to Xiang Yang's retaliation, in a short period of time, many people didn't even see that Xiang Yang's actions were over, but seeing Xiang Yang's actions so cleanly and smoothly, they took it for granted.

"This man's martial arts are great, but what is even stronger is his talent for facing the enemy. We can't be his opponents. Run away quickly, or we will stay here like Bao Chun."

Monk Fujing was overjoyed at this moment, his fat face beamed with joy, Xiang Yang went to chase Chengyun, but he was giving him and the Shen brothers a way to survive, so he quickly opened his mouth and grabbed a horse thief's mount by himself, and slapped Xiang Yang on the opposite side Direction away.

The Shen brothers were also terrified by Xiang Yang, knocked down their arrogance, and also overjoyed to snatch two horses and chase after Fu Jing, and at the same time, they turned their heads and took a deep look at Xiang Yang who was rushing towards Cheng Yun.

"This kid killed Bao Chun and formed a relationship with our Xiaolian Yunzhai. He will never be spared in the future."

Of course, he could only speak harshly. This time, he joined forces with everyone to besiege a young man and fled in a hurry after being beaten. This will be the most humiliating thing for them for a while.

Bao Chun, Fu Jing, and their Shen brothers all went down the mountain with missions this time, but they were beaten back to the mountain after they failed to complete anything. I'm afraid the owner of Xiaolian Yunzhai would not spare them lightly.

On the other side, although Xiang Yang also swept past Fu Jing and the others to escape from the corner of his eye, he could only let it go. After all, he had no clone, and he had to make a choice between the three-year internal force and the Blood Knife Sutra.

However, in Xiang Yang's mind, this is a choice that does not need to be chosen. Three years of internal strength has indeed benefited him a lot, but compared with the Blood Knife Sutra, it is not enough.

Cheng Yun was also extremely flustered. He saw the situation on the field from beginning to end. Xiang Yang almost turned the situation around by himself. This person's strength is by no means comparable to him. Now he only has one word in his heart, escape.

The bay red horse under him is also considered a good horse. Under the slap and scolding of his master, his four hooves flew around, but Xiang Yang made a short-distance attack. Almost within a few breaths, he ran behind Cheng Yun.

Sensing the turbulent murderous intent of the man behind him, it seemed that the bay red horse was also weak and slowed down. Cheng Yun was flustered, so he pulled out the long sword from his waist and shot it backwards, hoping to stop Xiang Yang's speed.

At the same time, he spoke.

"Catcher Xiang, let me be someone's life. I will give you all the income I have gained in these years, and I will also tell you about a big treasure. There are not only mountains of gold and silver in it, but also superior martial arts that go straight to innate. I will never Lie to you."

Cheng Yun's words are extremely attractive to any low-level warrior in this world, and they will think for a while and let him go.

It's just that Xiang Yang is not an ordinary person, not to mention that he doesn't pay much attention to gold, silver and money, even in martial arts, he is not very attractive.

If Cheng Yun was killed, a Blood Knife would be credited to the account immediately. If he was not killed, there would be too many uncertain factors, and if he really had that kind of tyrannical martial arts, would Cheng Yun not practice it?

If Cheng Yun had really practiced such powerful martial arts, it would be a matter of two opinions who would win and who would lose. How could he be chased by him in such a panic and miserably?

Xiang Yang had a ruler in his heart, held the round Buddhist beads with his right hand, and shot them out, knocking the incoming long sword into the air. At the same time, he let out a long roar, exerted force on his feet, and jumped directly, falling to Chengyun like a roc spreading its wings. behind.

The golden-topped cotton palm in his hand surged out vigorously and landed on the back of Cheng Yun's heart. There was a crisp sound of bone shattering.

Cheng Yun pointed to Xiang Yang, with an expression of disbelief on his face, then his neck tilted and he died.

Xiang Yang also let out a deep breath, closed his eyes for a long time, and finally died, it's good to die, the Blood Knife Sutra is securely in his hand, and this mission has been successfully completed.

(End of this chapter)