The God of Martial Arts

Chapter 412 Beixuan
Xiang Yang shot quickly, before the task was triggered by the wordless book, or because he was focused and unmoved by the outside world, he didn't see the reminder from the book.

"Ice palm? Combined with my extraordinary qi that can turn qi into ice, it's quite impressive."

Xiang Yang didn't even blink his eyelids, boasting about himself was quite a pleasure.

The Frost Palm comes from the Green Winged Bat King Wei Yixiao, it can be regarded as a yin and cold palm technique, but that's all. If compared with the Subduing Dragon Palm, it's nothing more than a little bit more knowledgeable.

Walking to Wang Xin's corpse and starting to touch the corpse, a string of silver needles fell into his hand, which was interspersed with an extremely fine silk thread. When Xiang Yang didn't pay attention, the fingertip of his index finger was cut open by the silk thread, dripping blood.

Even needles and thread are good things, and there is another volume of boxing manual called Icebreaker Fist, which should be the martial arts that Wang Xinzhi and Xiang Yang followed like a shadow just now, which is not bad.

After sorting out the harvest, Xiang Yang Shi suddenly got up and walked slowly towards the dead woods in the dark night. What he saw with his eyes was only about a foot in front of him, and his ears listened to the movement inside, and even the slightest disturbance could not be hidden from him.

Xiang Yang was advancing very fast. Along the way, there was a faint bright torch in front of him, which made his heart tense. He accelerated his feet and rushed out of the woods. He saw a tall bearded man standing in front of the pool.

The big man's eyes were closed, his hands clenched tightly into fists, exuding an icy chill from the inside out, as if he was also being attacked by Quexie's illusion, it seemed that he hadn't succeeded yet.

"Temporary task, kill the ice demon envoy Min Beixuan, task reward, two years of practice progress in one palm technique."

Xiang Yang's heart moved, the rewards for this task are quite good, two years is enough for him to advance the Dragon Subduing Palm Technique to another level, and he can get stronger as he meets the strong.

As for the Frozen Palm, it would be a waste to practice with this reward, besides, he has achieved internal strength now, so it doesn't take much effort to complete this palm technique.

As for Min Beixuan, Xiang Yang didn't have a good impression of Min Beixuan after he had fought several times with those little guys from the Demon Sect, so naturally he wouldn't be soft-hearted.

A string of silver needles appeared silently in his hand, which was pulled off Wang Xin's body. Xiang Yang held the thread in his left hand, twisted the needles in his right hand, and fired the silver needles with a very clever hidden weapon technique.

Whether it is the Dingzhu Conquering Demon Magic Art or Xiao Li Feidao, there are no less than several hidden weapon techniques, Xiang Yang can also be regarded as a hidden weapon master.

For a while, in the quiet night, more than a dozen silver needles pierced the air and shot towards Min Beixuan without any sound at all. It is easy to get it in broad daylight, let alone in this dark night?
It's just that the world is so mysterious. Min Beixuan was lost in the environment, but Xiang Yang's murderous intention just woke him up, and he realized the danger at the moment when the hidden weapon was on his body.

Like an old turtle shrinking his head, his tall body curled up, his limbs danced, leaned, and retreated, Xiang Yang dodged all the blows that would kill him, only the sound of the silver needle falling to the ground was heard.

"What a cruel method, young man, you don't seem to be from Nanxiang, why did you sneak up on me?"

Min Beixuan was also startled into a cold sweat, his back was wet, he almost fell here, thanks to his fairly good martial arts, otherwise he would never have escaped death.

At the same time, he thought secretly in his heart, if this young man could come here, he might not be of the same generation as Yi Yu, and Wang Xin might be killed, so what about the war outside?

"You want to kill the evil knife, but I am one step ahead of you. I have already communicated with the evil spirit. Why do you think I want to kill you?"

Seeing that the sneak attack failed, Xiang Yang frowned. This man's martial arts were much better than he imagined.

"What did you say? You have already communicated with the spirituality in the evil knife? No wonder, no wonder the illusion I received was so terrifying."

Min Beixuan murmured, he has cultivated the method of the small three Yins of the Ice Demon Qi Gong, he is good at freezing the spirit and will, not being moved by the outside world, and he can seal the magic knife with the Ice Demon True Qi, which is absolutely safe.

Unexpectedly, unexpectedly, by a short move, the magic soldier already has the owner at this time, so if he wants to take the magic knife, the first step is to kill this person.

Xiang Yang communicated with his spirituality and was admitted by Que Xie. He was already considered a sword master. This was the most difficult step, but he was not strong enough for the time being, so he never took away the magic weapon.

This is like seeing a puppy tied up by a rope on the side of the road. If the owner is not there, it does not mean that there is no owner. If you want to take the dog away, you have to ask if they agree.

"If that's the case, it's hard to keep you."

Min Beixuan was distracted, thinking of many things, but only decided on one thing, to kill the young man in front of him as quickly as possible, and then took the knife and left.

When the thought came together, the murderous aura was about to move, and the water in the pool was wrinkled, and the evil knife felt it, and seemed to be eager to try.

Xiang Yang hummed and was slightly surprised. He felt the majestic killing intent from the heart of the person opposite, but it was not because of the annoyance of being attacked, but because of the necessity of carrying out his will. The other party just wanted him to die. evil?
In the dark night, a flash of sword light suddenly appeared, frosty and cold, like a thunder burst, and Xiang Yang's throat was slightly reddened by an extremely sharp breath.

This Min Beixuan turned out to be a master of extremely profound swordsmanship, even compared to Lin Yuanshan whom Xiang Yang had seen, he was not far behind, even better.

The Min family has practiced butcher knives for generations, and there is a master swordsman. Although it is not so surprising, it just shows that this person does not follow the rules.

"Excellent fingering kung fu"

When the crisis was imminent, Xiang Yang praised his good swordsmanship instead, stepped on his feet, crushed the soil, retreated sharply, and avoided it when his sharpness was at its peak.

Roots were immediately planted on the ground, and one hand came out with a flick of the finger, and the force of the supernatural power of the flick of the finger was endless, and the opponent's finger sword confronted, and there was a rippling sound, and the strong wind blew the hair of the two of them dancing wildly.

With one hand in the shape of a knife, he used the knife technique of slaughtering animals, stabbing obliquely, and pointed directly at Min Beixuan's heart.

The hand is a murder knife, whether it is a person or a pig, if a big hole is poked in the heart, they will die thoroughly.

Xiang Yang's backhand move also revealed a strong murderous intent, intending to put Min Beixuan to death.

"Good reaction, good means, Feng'er's talent is not bad, but compared with this boy, it is really unbearable."

Min Beixuan's heart was sour, and he had a feeling that people were more likely to die than others. At the same time, it aroused the desire to kill Xiang Yang. It was a great joy in life to kill such a talented person when he was weak.

There was also a scream coming from the mouth, the sound waves continued to collide with the lion's roar, and within three feet, the empty air crackled and exploded with the sound of firecrackers.

Facing Xiang Yang's knife, although Min Beixuan was not shocked, although he later switched to swordsmanship, and his swordsmanship is extraordinary, but he also grew up in Nanxiang at the beginning, and he practiced the butcher's knife that every male in Nanxiang must practice , full of familiarity.

The free hand drew a circle, and clashed with the knife in Xiang Yang's thrusting hand. The two of them advanced and retreated, walking and fighting. The soil under their feet seemed to be turned over by someone with a shovel. Pulverized by two sharp vigor.

In the water pool, the shiny blade of the evil knife trembled faintly, buzzing, and the blue jade hilt was bloody, but in the end it still didn't fly out of the water pool, as if it was also observing the life-and-death battle between the two.

(End of this chapter)