The God of Martial Arts

Chapter 860 Three tricks again
"Xiang Yang, you finally appeared. You attacked and killed my Kuhai Dharma protector, Baye Zen Master, and murdered my junior brother. Today's account will be settled in this life and death arena. Do you have anything else to say?"

Zhishan put aside Yuanbao and directly looked at Xiang Yang.

His ears were blown out, his nostrils turned outward, and he actually spewed out a puff of white steam. The temperature was so hot that it was comparable to magma, and the murderous intent in his eyes was undisguised.

But Xiang Yang didn't answer, just looked at the fat monk who was a foodie in the past, and now he has transformed into a Buddhist disciple of Kasyapa Temple, gentle and handsome, and he is in charge of the Buddha's card for the purification of the world. It is really hard to fathom.

"Brother Xiang, since this matter is caused by me, it is natural for me to take action. You shouldn't have come."

Monk Yuan Bao saw Xiang Yang who had also changed a lot, smiled wryly, shook his head and sighed.

The two can be regarded as acquaintances when they were teenagers. Although they have only been together for a short time, their friendship is extraordinary. Since he can kill a Yaye who has never been masked for himself, how can he not bear the pressure of the bitter sea for the other party?
"Haha, Yuan Bao, Yuan Bao, it seems that after so many years, you are still the Yuan Bao I know, with a pure and good nature, very good.

Right now, I'm going to deal with this wise master first, and when this matter is over, let's find a quiet place to talk about the old days. "

Xiang Yang looked at Yuan Bao carefully, and saw that he had outstanding strength, extraordinary roots, and he held a Buddha certificate in his hand, and his future was limitless.

Feeling relieved, a smile appeared in the corner of his eyes, he shook his big hand, raised a force out of thin air and swung Yuan Bao back from the ring, saying so.

As for this Master Zhishan, although he has achieved a great deal of soul, he has not put it in his eyes. Even if the other party has some secret means, he is confident that he can defeat it with absolute strength.

On the other side, seeing that Xiang Yang was ignoring him, as if he didn't take himself seriously at all, Zhishan sneered in his heart, he was indeed a defiant person, just let him relax his vigilance, and when he was negligent, he suddenly broke out again. Killing the killer, mobilizing the power in the blade, is bound to make meritorious deeds with one blow.

Thinking of this, Zhishan's body sitting cross-legged remained motionless, and the cassock slid away on itself with a sound of movement, like a cloud of red clouds and red clouds covering Xiang Yang.

The speed is like the wind, and it is as cold as thunder. It is really shocking.

This blow, in the eyes of all the masters in the arena, was powerful, containing the might of breaking gold and cracking stones.

"A high-end version of the cassock-subduing magic skill? With every flick and every movement, it has three points of mighty power."

Xiang Yang praised secretly in his heart, opened his eyebrows and eyes, did not move his body or feet, raised his right palm, pinched his four fingers together, and only his index finger was left to point at the cassock.

With a smile on his face, he is full of Zen. Although his hair is like a waterfall, he looks more like an eminent monk than Zhishan opposite him.

From between the fingers, a thunderbolt and electric light burst out from the knife, thunder roared, shining with a palpitating light, and there was a soft bang.

As a result, in the eyes of others, the powerful cassock shriveled instantly like a balloon being punctured by a needle, and all the power contained in it dissipated.

Xiang Yang is all about martial arts, the way of the sword is the best, but it is not limited to the way of the sword. For example, this finger contains the essence of at least twenty kinds of fingerings, but Xiang Yang has mixed all of them into a sword, which is full of power.

If Linglong, a girl from the Earth Demon lineage, sees this move, she will have to re-evaluate Xiang Yang's strength and potential.

His vast martial arts skills are not learned in vain.

"Good fingering skills, good knife skills, sure enough, Xiang Yang is not just a speculator who has been passed down by word of mouth to get such a big name."

Under the arena, some masters cheered loudly, their eyes were full of thinking and understanding, this finger alone is enough to make a congenital master comprehend for ten years and he will not be exhausted.

Seeing the big from the small, seeing the leopard from the inside, Xiang Yang smashed Zhishan's attack so easily without even drawing a knife, which shows that he does have power beyond ordinary innate power.

"Well, I didn't even use a knife. I really can't deal with this kid."

Qing knew that Xiang Yang's martial arts were superb, and he could not resist, but Zhishan remained motionless, and his heart was as calm as water, without any waves.

Another palm and a punch, all of which are the most profound and brilliant killing martial arts of Kuhai's lineage.

The texture of the palm print is fully revealed, covering the huge area of ​​the life and death arena, gathering spiritual energy from the void, pressing down hard, with overwhelming power.

The fist prints are all over the sky, and the scarlet blood energy is hidden in the golden light. It is not only extremely fierce, but also sinister and vicious. If you rush to fight it head-on, you may be injured by the corrosive true energy inside.

This palm, one punch, looking at the thousands of people in the audience, no one can catch more than one palm, which made many masters change their expressions in astonishment. The strength of the masters of the Demon Sect is indeed extraordinary.

This is just the protector of the Kuhai lineage, and there are chief and deputy suzerains above it, and the bitter sea of ​​the devil sect is just one of the 36 lines that is not outstanding. What kind of huge force is this?
Among them, there are also many righteous men who cherish their homeland and country in their hearts. Da Zhou accepts the magic door for his own use. If he has the strength to suppress it, it is a good move.

It is not even known that the Demon Sect turned against the guests. It seems that the officials of the court and the central government should be contacted again to discuss the countermeasures to contain the Demon Sect.

On the other hand, Xiang Yang on the stage was unmoved, no matter how powerful the opponent's momentum was, no matter how powerful his skill was, he still flicked his finger lightly, causing the palm to dissipate and the fist print to disappear. The air of annihilation.

This finger, however, is a completely different change.

"Three strokes have passed, your martial arts are not worth mentioning, just die."

Seeing that Zhishan's martial arts were only so good, Xiang Yang was a little disappointed, raised his eyebrows and raised his eyes, his eyes were like a knife, and he was about to use real kung fu to cut him under the knife, and a great crisis suddenly rose in his heart.

This is a very strong intuition of death. Although Xiang Yang does not believe that Zhishan is capable of threatening him, this intuition cannot be faked.

When people practice to a high level, they generally have a keen sense of spirituality and have a sense that surpasses ordinary people, especially when it comes to their own safety.

In fact, not only those who have advanced martial arts practice, but even ordinary people with strange physiques sometimes have this kind of intuition, which belongs to a unique realm of inspiration.

There is a saying that can describe this state, which is called the cicada's first awareness before the autumn wind moves.

Xiang Yang has gone through hundreds of battles, and has gone through several times between life and death. It can be said that he is completely a strong man who has been killed.

His fighting experience is not only rich, his vigilance, and his insight into danger are also more than ordinary fighters.

The Niwan Palace between the eyebrows rumbled and trembled, and it was red with blood, as if the sky was falling and the earth was falling.

Yuanshen's three-color light fluctuates, like a dying candle, only under the icy catastrophe that Xiang Yang took over Xueling Shan Weng that day.

His physical body was originally filled with mighty and pure Qi, but at this moment, it was as stiff as a snail crawling, as if he was subdued by a stronger force.

What kind of power is this?And who lent Zhishan such power?

Inducing but not voicing, containing but not vomiting, actually brings such pressure to him, if released, what kind of power will it be?
Xiang Yang was not only surprised, but also very curious. Could it be that Shi Fayan, the Lord of the Sea of ​​Suffering, made the move?
　I have something to go out today, Chapter 2 will be late, sorry everyone.

　　
　
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