The God of Martial Arts

Chapter 930 Death Battle
Similar to the thoughts in the minds of many people watching, Gu Shentong was both surprised and worried about Xiang Yang's strength, because others only watched from a distance, but he fought dozens of moves with Xiang Yang in close quarters, so he knew more about it.

His zhenqi was still surging, and his fingering became more fierce and changeable. The 36 moves of Tiangang fingering were different, and the change was even better than that of Xiang Yang's three-pointed finger.

However, his whole physical body was faintly intact. Every head-on collision of true qi, and the confrontation of finger force would stir his internal organs, meridians and dantian, faintly showing signs of collapse.

This is not difficult to understand, just like the collision of real porcelain and ironware of the same weight, the force produced is equal, but the bearing capacity of each other is different. This is Xiang Yang's advantage and Gu Shentong's disadvantage .

"I can't go on like this anymore. I have already hit seven points of strength, which is enough to kill the so-called innate genius, but I still can't do anything to this young man. If I don't go all out, the consequences of this battle may be unpredictable."

Gu Shentong twisted her waist, leaned her upper body back, rubbed Xiang Yang's broken jade and gold fingers to avoid it, and then a spiral of true energy erupted from the palms of both hands hanging on both sides of the back waist, hitting the empty space, A burst of violent air flow was aroused, driving his body to jump two feet away in an instant, and then he turned around coolly, and stood face to face with Xiang Yang.

"I've heard that you are different, but I still didn't expect to be able to do this. Xiang Yang, you are really far beyond my expectations."

The expression on Gu Shentong's face was a bit complicated. He looked at Xiang Yang with three points of appreciation, three points of solemnity, and three points of killing intent, one point of hesitation, and sighed.

At this moment, he already regretted picking Xiang Yang as his opponent in the first round of his comeback.

However, warriors are mostly proud, and sometimes their face is too big, so there will often be situations where there is a disagreement, and the scene of bloodshed is trivial, and there are many people who died because of it.

So no matter how regretful Gu Shentong was, he had no way out, because not only could he not afford to lose, even making peace was an extravagant hope.

Let's not mention whether Xiang Yang will agree, even if he agrees, spread the word, let people in the world say what about him?

A has-been old guy who has been huddled for decades, just after some achievements, he can't wait to jump out to challenge other people's prime genius, but he overestimated himself and was almost beaten to death.

If Xiang Yang hadn't respected the old and loved the young and was willing to make peace with him, he would have been pushed to the ground and rubbed against him long ago.

Such rhetoric is nice, but he simply cannot accept it. It is more sad than killing him.

Life, face or dignity, which of the two is more important, many people will choose the former, but Gu Shentong has survived for so many years in Redwood Ridge, if he just wants to live, how can he risk his life again?

Therefore, he can die in this battle, but he must not beg for peace.

"There is still room for this battle to stop. Give me your martial arts of melting ten fingers, and I can let the past go."

Xiang Yang went through the fierce battle just now, and nothing happened. The blood on his body was as hot as the sun in the sky. The raging heat burned in all directions, and white mist evaporated like smoke, but his heart was as cold as ice, calm and terrifying .

Gu Shentong's every move, every eyebrow raised, cannot be hidden from his eyes, and the state of the will to die rather than surrender naturally cannot escape Xiang Yang's eyes.

So he spoke, it was a very normal exchange condition, to exchange Gu Shentong's life for Gu Shentong's martial arts.

To him, although Gu Shentong has cultivated into a celestial being, and there is a so-called hatred of Gu Nantian between the two, it is not a big threat, because he is already old, and the strongest is the one who has reached the present level. One step, the road ahead is broken.

But Xiang Yang is the rising sun, still in the stage of rapid progress, the road is clear, as long as he moves forward in the established direction, he will surely achieve an achievement that everyone in the world will admire.

In this way, it doesn't really matter whether he kills Gu Shentong or not. What really tempts him is to get the skills in Gu Shentong's hands, practice it into a sword, and push the realm into the realm of heaven and man.

At this point, in the whole world, except for the masters of the realm of proving the Tao, no one can be his opponent, even if a genius like Fan Bodhi is in the same realm as him, it will not work.

"Huh? You actually fell in love with this martial art? But how could I beg you for my survival? What's more, do you think you are sure to win?"

Gu Shentong's face changed, he didn't expect Xiang Yang to covet the martial arts that he relied on as his foundation, he shook his head in surprise and refused, and at the same time began to raise his spirits.

If the 36 fingers of Tiangang are the culmination of his martial arts, then the finger of extinction is the embodiment of his reaching the pinnacle and becoming a saint.

Mie Shen, the aggressiveness of the name, and the fingering, naturally inherited the way of the name.

This is the martial art that condenses the essence of 36 strokes of the Tiangang finger. It is issued with the thumb of the right hand, and the force of the finger is surging, just like the Milky Way falling from the sky.

"Stubborn."

Xiang Yang's face sank, and his heart became more and more cold. During his breath, he let out a loud shout, which was stronger and louder than the sound of thunder. get angry.

This sound even spread to Xiang Yang's old house in Anyuan County, and was heard by Fu Dachun who was praying silently.

But Gu Shentong, who faced Xiang Yang directly, even if he was a celestial being, was overwhelmed by Xiang Yang, who was so rare in ancient and modern times.

And at the same time as he yelled out this sound, Xiang Yang shot out all his strength, shaking off the shackles of the evil knife behind him, and the magic knife was born again, showing unparalleled sharpness and brightness, brighter than the sun just rising in the sky bright.

Holding the magic knife in his hand, Xiang Yang seemed to disappear in place, his energy disappeared without a trace, which made many masters feel chest tightness and want to vomit blood when they saw him in place, and they were so sad that they died.

The moment Xiang Yang showed his aura again, a thin line of curved sword light flickered out, but Xie Xie had already slashed out in his hand.

"Destroyer finger."

Gu Shentong's face flushed red, his hair loosened wildly, and he pointed out a finger in the rush of energy, colliding with Xiang Yang's saber glow that came first.

With a buzzing sound, the sound of mosquitoes suddenly sounded in the ears of the masters watching the battle, and then they seemed to be deaf and blind. They could neither hear any sound nor see anything, as if they were blind, deaf, and fear struck , spread throughout the body.

This confrontation swayed the sky, crushed the earth, shattered the mountains, blocked the waterfall, until finally, it turned into a flying rain that filled the sky and shot away.

(End of this chapter)