The God of Martial Arts

Chapter 842 Sword Bone Born
Feipuya, a water curtain like the water of the Tianhe River pouring into the world for a long time, turns the rocks with sharp water chestnuts below into a smooth mirror surface, which is almost as smooth as the clear water waves.

The deafening sound of the falling water from the waterfall almost never stopped, making people feel depressed and irritable, as if there was a mouthful of anger accumulated in their hearts, and they desperately wanted to vent it out.

There are mountains and water, and the natural atmosphere is strong, which is excellent.

However, if the mountains are steep and the water is turbulent, it is definitely not a good place to live.

Before Xiang Yang came to Feipuya, he followed Master Liu and met many kendo masters all the way, with very different temperaments.

Either it is scorching like a raging fire, or it is as indifferent as ice, or it is like a poisonous snake hidden in the grass that makes people stand up, or it is like the king of beasts, full of domineering.

Different swordsmen have the same profound attainments, and any one of them is a master enough to be famous in the outside world. At this time, they are willing to be buried in the mountains and practice hard, which makes Xiang Yang look forward to the main sword of the Sword Palace What kind of demeanor is infatuation.

Flowers and plants are fragrant, thick trees form forests, and between the reefs and rocks that seem to have lasted forever, a not tall figure stands in the air. From a distance, it looks like someone is hanging upside down in the middle of the waterfall.

"That's the master of my sword hall, and one of the two masters of my sword and sword. Senior, I can only take you here."

Coming here, Master Liu finally broke free from the inexplicable depression and irritability, calmed down his mood, bowed to the figure in the distance full of anticipation, and then turned to Xiang Yang and said.

"Bones are sharp and sharp, and sword pupils are radiant. Jian Chi really deserves to be a famous master for a long time. He is born with a pair of sword bones. He is outstanding and can be seen at a glance."

Xiang Yang looked around, but he couldn't see the person, but he saw the shape, and couldn't help clapping and applauding again. This is the second time today.

In his eyes, the one in the waterfall is no longer a human being, but a sword just like him, which is struggling to sharpen, waiting for the final transformation.

Unlike his attainments, which were gradually cultivated from the bones of mortals, this person is born with sword bones, brought from his mother's womb, and his practice of swordsmanship is twice the result with half the effort, far surpassing the practice of other martial arts.

Such a person is a martial arts prodigy as the saying goes, and may even be the reincarnation of a powerful master, so they have such a natural endowment.

It was about the Palace Master, Master Liu didn't dare to answer, but just bowed his hands towards Xiang Yang and left, the rest has nothing to do with him.

As for whether Xiang Yang's comer is good or not, it doesn't matter anymore, because if even Jian Chi can't resist such a master, what can they do?

"Xiang Yang from Kangzhou pays a visit to the Lord of the Sword Palace, Jian Chi, be polite."

This time it was not for provocation, nor for seeking revenge, but for a serious exchange of skills. Courtesy is a must, otherwise the exchange may turn into a life-and-death duel. Xiang Yang is not afraid of trouble, but he never wants to cause trouble.

"Kangzhou Xiangyang? The eight leaves of Jiaye Temple died at your hands? Good means, indeed qualified to discuss the Tao with my two brothers.

Friends, please come here. "

In the middle of the waterfall, the figure is still motionless, but a soft sound wave with the meaning of golden ge spread out, diffused on the edge of the cliff, so that Xiang Yang can hear clearly, without being disturbed by the heavy impact of the waterfall.

Xiang Yang committed suicide to Baye, and left behind to reveal his identity, so he didn't think about hiding, so he was not surprised that the other party broke his identity.

Kasyapa Temple is the largest Buddhist temple in Kangzhou. His Holiness Kasyapa is as powerful as heaven and man, and Baye, as the fighting power second only to His Holiness Kasyapa, naturally has attracted much attention and enjoys a high reputation in Kangzhou martial arts.

Xiang Yang beheaded him, and the name spread through the Kuhai lineage, and it spread to the nine counties of Kangzhou in a short period of time. In the martial arts, it ranges from the suzerain master of the famous sect to the third-rate who runs the retail household. A martial artist can be said to know everything and know everything.

It can be said that Xiang Yang's reputation in Kangzhou is not inferior to his native hometown Yongzhou, and his reputation in Yongzhou is the result of nearly ten years of hard work since his debut.

It can be seen from this that the quickest way to become famous in the world and to spread the word of martial arts is to step on the shoulders of the famous top masters of the older generation.

Xiang Yang's black hair was disheveled, stepping on the soft sand under his feet, he approached the waterfall step by step, and gradually saw Jian Chi standing in the middle of it.

Aside from the sword bone of spiritual perception, Jian Chi is indeed a very attractive person.

He is of medium build, with good features, and is dressed in white clothes like snow, making Xiang Yang think of the genius master Chu Canglan who died indirectly at his hands, with the same high spirits.

The difference from Chu Canglan was that the person in front of him exuded a sense of solidity from the inside out, one or two failed blows were not enough to defeat such a veteran master.

defeat?When he was young, Jian Chi had already been defeated many times, but he was not discouraged, he was not discouraged, but diligently learned lessons from them, accumulated little by little, improved time after time, and finally made him change. Became a master with few defeats.

And the opponent's realm is also very profound, like a sword but not a sword, like a human but not a human, it is the unique realm of swordsmanship that he comprehends with the help of a pair of natural sword bones.

There is an obvious difference between Xiang Yang's man is a knife and a knife is a man's realm, or it can be said to be completely different, but it has its own mystery. It is difficult to distinguish the real level, and it can only be known after a contest.

What made Xiang Yang's eyes freeze even more was Jian Chi's surroundings.

Hanging between the waterfalls, the waterfall above flows down, but it is evaporated by a majestic and magnificent sword energy, and turns into a cloud of smoke, which evaporates into the air of the waterfall cliff, turns into a cloudy cloud and gathers water vapor, waiting for the torrential rain in the coming day Down.

In the endless pool below, a swirling water column like a thick dragon's body was pulled by an inexplicable force. It violated the natural law of water flowing downhill and went up against Jian Chi's feet.

Then it wraps around the body for a week, and then flows downstream, forming a cycle that will never stop as long as Jian Chi is exhausted.

As for Jian Chi among them, his clothes were clean and tidy, without the slightest sign of being wet or soaked by water vapor.

Not only is he good at cultivation, but he is also a rare and powerful character.

"Hall Master is good at cultivation, Xiang is straightforward and doesn't go around in circles. He is here just to learn from each other in order to improve himself to the next level. Please give me some advice from Hall Master."

When Xiang Yang came to this moment, he had seen the unparalleled swordsmanship and accomplishments of the Lord of the Sword Palace, Jian Chi, and still did not flinch.

He is not afraid that the opponent is not strong, but that the opponent is not strong enough.

"Dashan, I have searched all over Kangzhou, but there are no more than eight people who have discussed the Tao with me. Xiang Yang, you are the ninth person, so let's come."

Xiang Yang spoke quickly, and Jian Chi was not an indecisive character, but with a warlike heart, he said with joy.

As soon as the words were finished, people had already shot.

(End of this chapter)