The God of Martial Arts

Chapter 859 Appearance
With Yuan Bao's soft words, it was like a boulder thrown into calm water, causing endless waves, which aroused the interest of the people in the rivers and lakes under the ring.

Anyway, it’s a fight, regardless of whether it’s Xiang Yang or the Buddha’s son, it’s justified to do it as soon as possible. Besides, they have been famous for the legendary Jingshi Buddha for a long time, but they have never seen it. This time is just a good time.

"Haha, okay, talk quickly, since you insist on this, then I will fulfill you, let's come."

In order to prevent accidents from happening, Zhishan didn't care about hypocrisy and procrastination, and quickly responded, and the fight was about to start, and the joy in his heart was like bamboo shoots after the rain, growing upwards.

"Zhishan, since the life-and-death competition was set up for someone Xiang, it should be someone Xiang who took action, Yuan Bao, you step down."

Before the person arrived, the sound came first, rumbling like thunder, echoing endlessly.

There is also a black tornado sweeping from the barren mountain, the upper and lower ends of the vortex are wide, and the middle is as fine as a sharp blade. There is a magnificent momentum that tears the sky and the earth spreading, and people already have the shape of the sky and the earth.

It can be said that although Xiang Yang's attainments in Fengshen's legs can't be said to surpass Nie Feng, it is still a different idea and out of the mold.

At first glance, this tornado seemed to be several miles away from the arena, but in the blink of an eye, it had already blown in front of him, and even separated the dense crowd under the arena into an empty path, and finally fell in front of Yuanbao on the arena.

The person who appeared was of course Xiang Yang, black-clothed and black-haired, burly and tall, holding the handle of the Quexie knife in his hand, with an unrivaled power to look down upon all heroes, no one dared to look at him while looking at the direction of the sharp edge.

Because in that pair of pitch-black eyes, there is a terrifying power that makes one's hands and feet shudder and is uncontrollable.

The gaze is also the light of a knife, as if a magic knife pierced through the sky, cutting into people's hearts, smashing all the pride and conceit in people's hearts to pieces, making people shudder. "What a Xiang Yang, really strong enough, this kind of gaze is really scary and respectable."

The big man who was cursing before and Xiang Yang looked at each other, and jumped up from the ground suddenly, the palm of the knife holding the knife trembled, and the excitement in his heart was beyond words.

His forehead was still sweating, but it was different from the hot sweat just now, and now he was sweating cold. It was a hotter day than before, but he was sweating coldly. It was ridiculous to say, but it sounded terrible.

In fact, it wasn't just him, there were many practitioners of Dao of the Sword present, there were three hundred if not five hundred, and since Xiang Yang appeared, hundreds of pairs of eyes looked at his saber in unison.

In Kangzhou Wulin, there are not many great swordsmen who can really move the state, and there are not many well-known swordsmen. There is only one sword idiot who opens the door with swords and swords.

And since Xiang Yang cut eight leaves with a sword and left the sword pattern on his feet to kill the Dacheng master of the primordial spirit, there has been another great swordsman in Kangzhou martial arts that is enough to be on par with the sword idiot.

Martial arts practice is a big circle, like a school.

And those who practice swords, swords, and boxing are small circles, just like different classes in a school, and they also have a sense of class honor.

They are delighted to have another top swordsman on the Dao of the Sword, and they are proud of it.

Now, seeing the demeanor of this legendary swordsman and finding that it fits all the fantasies in my heart, how can I not be excited, how can I not be excited?

Especially Xiang Yang's knife brought them infinite pressure and attraction, and even suppressed their sword heart, which shows how sharp and sharp it is.

"This is a peerless magic sword, no wonder, no wonder it can kill Eight Leafs, and I am invincible. This kind of state of mind is truly achieved after many battles. It is incredible to have such accomplishments at a young age.

Seeing him, I seemed to see the sword Qianqiu who was the leader of ten thousand swords back then, they had the same characteristics. "

Others see it as a knife, but he sees it as a person.

The goatee old man pinched his beard and said silently in his heart, unknowingly, the tall and burly Xiang Yang in front of him gradually overlapped with another person in his heart.

Recalling the glorious past, they also knew a swordsman like this, but time flies, and the person is not the same, and there is a slight sour feeling in his heart.

"The leader of the group of swordsmen, do you know that there is now a swordsman who can challenge you in Connecticut, he is so young, energetic and full of vigor.

Really want to see your previous fight. "

The old man with the goatee had a feeling of nostalgia and unwillingness. He was already in decline, and when he saw Xiang Yang's body full of infinite vitality, he felt a kind of jealousy from the bottom of his heart.

He really wanted to tell the young man in front of him that you are strong, but not strong enough, because as early as decades ago, a person had already surpassed your current realm.

He is eager to prove that their world has not passed, their blood has not been quenched, and they can fight again.

"Xiang Yang?!"

The tone seemed to be questioning, but it was affirmative. Zhishan sat cross-legged on the stone pillar, lost his mind for a moment, and remained silent.

It seems, it seems.

He had seen Dao Qianqiu in that unknown mountain village, and even though he was old and young, and his appearance and figure did not match with the young man in front of him, he still had a strange feeling that they were very similar.

It's as if the same person is in two different time and space.

One is in the rising sun stage of life, the sun is rising, shining brightly, and has infinite hope.

One is getting old, although it has stronger strength and higher attainments, but the future is already foreseeable and desolate.

"Sure enough, not only has Xiang Yang's own cultivation reached the level of comprehension of heaven and man, but he is about to enter the realm of forgetting the sword. He is only one step away from being a replica of Qianqiu Dao, but this step is probably the difference between heaven and earth.

He is definitely not as good as Dao Qianqiu. If there is no accident, this young man will surely fall under Dao Qianqiu's blade this time.

Killing such a genius and strong man may be the most glorious and glorious thing in my Zhishan life, and I will never forget it. "

Inexplicably, such a thought arose in Zhishan's mind.

Now that the rightful lord is on the stage, he naturally has no excuse to attack the Buddhist disciples of Kasyapa Temple, and it is impossible to talk about snatching the Buddha's certificate.

However, he was not disappointed, instead he felt a faint excitement, as if he had returned to the night before the first murder.

People have various experiences in this life, and there will be various unforgettable things occupying a corner of memory.

And even though it was the first time he met Xiang Yang, he knew that he would leave a corner for this young man in his future memory.

Xiang Yang has never achieved the realm of returning to emptiness, and is still in the innate realm, while Dao Qianqiu is already a man among heaven and man.

Xiang Yang still stays at the cultivation level that a sword is a person, and a person is a sword. Dao Qianqiu has reached the state of forgetting the sword without a sword in his hand, without a sword in his heart, without a sword and without self.

No matter which aspect you look at, Xiang Yang is determined to have no chance of winning.

There is only one blade, and there is only Dao Qianqiu's full blow in it, but Zhishan believes that one blow is enough to seal the victory.

(End of this chapter)