The God of Martial Arts

Chapter 468
Hua Budong woke up from the memory, looked at Xiang Yang with strange eyes, Wen Shiyi and the others gasped suddenly, and looked at the field in horror. feeling?
"What kind of martial art was that just now? It can seduce people's minds, and it made me addicted to it without knowing it. It doesn't seem to be the right way?"

Wen Shiyi's complexion changed. If the lion's roar is the majestic and righteous way of Buddhism, which can suppress people's hearts, then Tianmo Miaoyin is an expert in seducing people's emotions and distracting people's minds.

Hua Budong thought that he had gained the upper hand with the help of Guo Huiyu, but he didn't know that Xiang Yang backhanded him under his carelessness. The magic door was weird and hurt people invisible. It's not like he didn't have similar methods.

The invisible confrontation between the two has actually climbed to an extremely superior way of spiritual duel, where no tricks can be used, no true energy can be released, and the spirits influence each other.

It was not until this time that Hua Budong really regarded Xiang Yang as an opponent, a master who had comprehended the way of spirit, and was qualified to compete with him.

Without any warning, Hua BuTong was still a few meters away from Xiang Yang one moment ago, and the next second, he had swung his sleeves and hit Xiang Yang, and there was an elusive, mysterious true energy in the sleeves. , yin and yang unite, circulation and mutual aid.

What Hua different practice is the martial arts of the Acacia lineage, this line of martial arts pays attention to both male and female practitioners, and there are two schools.

One is a husband and wife who practice together, the yin and yang are in harmony, the two people have a spiritual and fleshy relationship, and the love is endless. The method of dual cultivation is not inferior to the Huanxi Buddha's lineage. It is an extremely superior martial arts, and it will not do evil.

Men of this vein practice pure yang, while women cultivate pure yin. The yin and yang are clearly separated, and the combination of the enemy has unparalleled power.

The other is to spend different cultivation methods, distribute them all over the world, choose suitable cauldrons, and teach them the martial arts of the Acacia lineage. In one body, the scourge is great.

In fact, this vein also has a disadvantage. Although it seems that the cultivation of true qi should be improved by leaps and bounds, the acacia is not simply absorbing true qi, it must maintain a delicate balance of yin and yang.

Absorbing too much yin energy, there is a gap between yin and yang, even a talent bestowed by heaven, it is difficult to grasp the exquisiteness and depth of this martial art.

Xiang Yang's face changed slightly, his thick palm contained icy cold air, and he struck out horizontally, using the method of turning air into ice and the ice cotton palm, superimposed in two, the flowing sleeves instantly froze, frozen, and there was a burst of frost.

Whether Xiang Yang uses the Dragon Palm or the Qishang Quan, it is not as suitable as the Kung Fu of the cold system, because the combination of true energy, yin and yang, is the most difficult to deal with, and has the artistic conception of endless life, and the cold system is frozen Just in time.

Hua Budong flicked his big sleeves, shattering the frost, wondering whether the previous heavenly magic sound was a coincidence, so could the ice demon qigong this time be a coincidence?

Both his Acacia lineage and the Ice Demon lineage belong to the magic sect, and he also has some knowledge of the martial arts of this sect. Xiang Yang used the method of turning gas into ice to activate the ice palm, which could be deceived by others, but not him.

Hua Budong continued to shake his big sleeves, his footsteps were mysterious, fluttering like a fairy, his posture was graceful, like a butterfly fluttering among flowers, it seemed to outsiders that he was not fighting the enemy, but walking under the starry sky and beside the sea.

Xiang Yang's spirit gathered and turned into orange colored glass to reflect the different trajectories of the flowers. He could see through the opponent's weakness. He was full of martial arts. The first palm was the extremely fierce Dragon Subduing Palm, and the second palm became an erratic golden-top cotton palm. When the power is exhausted, the palm turns into a fist, the fist turns into a finger, and the multi-leaf finger blooms like a polo flower...

The confrontation between the two is like two chess players playing chess. Every move and style shows their profound martial arts attainments, and there are endless ambushes.

Especially when he makes a move, there is a hint of mental confusion, and ordinary masters may not be able to block even a single blow.

Xiang Yang's combat style at this time is very different from when he fought against Leng Hong and others, because his current cultivation base is at a disadvantage, if he uses strong moves to waste his true energy, he will lose to a large extent.

Only by carefully calculating every component of force, changing the backhand of each blow, and seeing through the flaws of Hua's different martial arts, can there be a chance of victory.

The onlookers in this battle are all extremely skilled fighters in martial arts, and they were unknowingly attracted to them. Everyone discussed with each other, their eyes lit up, and they felt that they had benefited a lot.

"Well, considering Hua's different status as a prostitute, this person is really amazing. His martial arts are astonishing, and his simple moves often contain profound meanings. I'm afraid only Brother Wen among us can fight against him."

"That's right, but in my eyes, Xiang Yang is even more formidable. His cultivation is not as good as that of Hua Budong, but he has never fallen into a disadvantage. This kind of control over martial arts, I'm afraid Brother Wen can't do it."

Experts discussed it, and Wen Shiyi was greatly moved when he heard it, and even his blood boiled, wishing he could fight a battle in person to quench his hunger and thirst.

During this time, Guo Huiyu looked at Xiang Yang's several shots, showing a surprised expression, a phantom finger, and a star shift, which reminded her of a mafia master Xiang Zhan she met once. The human skin mask worn by the other party was still Her third uncle made it himself.

However, what she wondered was that Xiang Yang was tall and majestic, and he was very different from that one. Is it the same person, or did he happen to know a martial art, or did the two learn from the same school?
That's right, this woman is Hong Yanzhi, the leader of the rouge bandits, one of the sixteen horse thieves, and she can be regarded as Xiang Yang's old acquaintance.

The two fought all the way, and in the early stage, they were still able to show no signs of expression, subtly controlling the escape of true energy, all of which were used to defeat the enemy, but as time went by, the energy gradually dissipated.

Xiang Yang's three-point return to vitality and self-cultivation are all made by his own practice, or empowered by heavenly scriptures, pure and unadulterated.

Although Hua BuDiong's true qi is mysterious, but after all, he took a shortcut and cultivated it by absorbing the essence of his own cauldron.

Although yin and yang are integrated into one body, they are not seamlessly blended after all, so the first ray of true energy that smashed the door of the nearby shop was his escape.

And it was this subtle gap and change that Xiang Yang saw and caught.

The tourmaline knife behind the back seemed to be pulled by a rope, and it flew out in a circle with a clang, and fell into Xiang Yang's hand, a turquoise knife light illuminated the dark street.

Like a gust of wind, like thunder, lingering affection, decisive murderous aura, all swung in one knife, hitting the flowers at the moment when different auras dissipate.

Since the battle with Leng Hong, Xiang Yang's comprehension of his sword skills has also improved. When he made a move, the sword skills were so strong that everyone, including Hua Budong, felt their hearts tremble suddenly.

This knife is like a spring breeze blowing the ripples of the lake, this knife, a blade of light conceals seven invincible, invincible sharp knife aura, this knife is the right time, place and people at the pinnacle of the knife.

Like the sound of cloth being torn, the light of the sword dissipated, and there were rolling blood beads dripping from the blade to the ground along the tip of the blade. There was a ticking sound, which was extremely weak and extremely crisp.

Hua Budong sighed, looked down at his snow-white clothes, he dispelled the six saber qi in the saber light, and finally got hit by a blow.

"Such a fast knife, such a beautiful knife, such an excellent knife, unfortunately, if you had chosen another path, maybe you would be the one who died today."

Pfft, a blade of blood suddenly sprayed out from Hua Budong's chest, and all the meridian qi in his body were destroyed by this knife.

The moment of decisive victory is the moment of life and death.

At the moment before his consciousness fell into darkness, Hua Budong rang out the woman who tried hard to persuade him to take another martial arts path from the Hehuan lineage. In the end, he killed her, and she fulfilled him.

Across Yongzhou, it is said that Hua Budong, a prostitute from the seven counties, escaped the pursuit of countless strong hands, but died in the hands of Xiang Yang in the end. This is beyond anyone's imagination.

(End of this chapter)