Genius commoner

Chapter 774

Kill me!

Tang Xueyi was simple and domineering, but Taoist Xuanlong was convinced. He looked at this junior and smiled: "What if I block your way?"

Tang Xueyi calmly said: "Kill!"

Daoist Xuanlong nodded lightly, stretched out his left hand and said with a smile: "Okay, I would like to be a bone under your feet!"

Tang Xueyi dropped the thin knife in his hand, lowered his hands and looked at his respectable opponent.

In the looming darkness, the two looked at each other, with iceberg-like coldness and murderous intent on their faces. Tang Xueyi's slender and tall figure was like a sharp dagger, and his whole body exuded murderous intent. Intention, and Xuanlong is like a rock that has been deposited for thousands of years, facing the monstrous murderous aura rushing from Tang Xueyi.

The road with howling mountain wind instantly became Xiao Sha's place of life and death.

In the cold wind, the eyes of the two collided in the air, and there were hot sparks jumping. They were both sharp, murderous, and even cherished the same content, but both of them understood that their life It is destined that they can only be life-and-death rivals, and they will never be friends.

Tang Xueyi said lightly: "Prince Daoist, please!"

Xuanlong stretched out his hand to the side: "Let you make a move."

Tang Xueyi let out a low growl, and then jumped forward to attack Taoist Xuanlong. His right arm was stretched straight and powerful, as if all the strength of his body was concentrated in his fist.

Daoist Xuanlong felt the overwhelming momentum, he didn't dare to be careless, he moved backwards and retreated, his body drifted with Tang Xueyi's aura.

One move failed, Tang Xueyi was not depressed, he deflected his fist, bang, the rain was shattered and scattered in all directions.

Waist moved hips, hips moved knees forward, knees arched and feet turned, feet turned elbows horizontally, Tang Xueyi attacked in a flowing manner, one move after another, blasted at Taoist Xuanlong, Taoist Xuanlong blocked a few moves and secretly Surprised, compared to the decisive battle in H City, the opponent is not only a little bit more exquisite, but also a qualitative leap, and the whole body is an attack weapon.

Fists were like shooting stars, legs were like whips, knees were like landslides, elbows were like lightning, Tang Xueyi's fists struck fiercely, making a muffled sound like thunder.

Facing Tang Xueyi's iron-like arms and rainbow-like aura, Xuanlong Daochang's waist and abdomen suddenly energized, and his back drove his big and small arms to rotate, reaching through his fingers. His wrist and his right hand were wrapped with silk, and he turned his thumb outward from the arm to clasp it tightly, wrapping around Tang Xueyi's entire arm, and pressed hard.

Tang Xueyi was thrown into the air from the ground by Taoist Xuanlong, he didn't panic at all, turned around in the air, and landed calmly, with no expression on his face.

Before Tang Xueyi could stand still, Xuanlong took the opportunity to bully forward, and bumped his elbow like Mount Tai.

Tang Xueyi didn't fight head-to-head either, but still dodged sideways, and just as he avoided it, he heard a crackling sound, and the tree next to him snapped.

When the trees fell, thousands of raindrops also 'collapsed', circling and falling to the ground one after another. In the swirling rain, Tang Xueyi remained expressionless, and then his eyes condensed into knives, and his eyes were deserted. With a little bit of emotion, Xuanlong was shrouded in unspeakable cold murderous intent, his eyes shot out: "Not bad, he has the demeanor of a general."

"It's just that you don't have to fight, you can draw your knife."

Tang Xueyi said lightly: "What I owe you, pay it off first."

The corner of Xuanlong's mouth curled up into a smile, his body spun in front of Tang Xueyi like a spinning top, and he punched out violently, extremely domineering.

Tang Xueyi staggered his hands, abruptly blocking Xuanlong's two heavy punches like a river.

Two loud noises sounded, piercing the rain sky.

The two of them took a few steps back from each other, their tiger's mouth throbbing in pain, before Taoist Xuanlong was too surprised, Tang Xueyi counterattacked, and punched out again and again.

After avoiding the three punches, Taoist Xuanlong moved his feet and let out a low drink, bursting out with the powerful strength he should have... bullying melee combat, although he is not as good at hand-to-hand combat as Bruce Lee in the TV, but he is proficient in all kinds of There are many ways of external skills, and the martial arts of the Celestial Dynasty are extensive and profound. In addition to being powerful in swordsmanship, Xuanlong is also quite successful in the study of fists and feet.

Sometimes tricky, sometimes domineering, hard and soft.

Tang Xueyi didn't panic too much, he used his left hand to defuse Xuanlong's fierce attack, and kept retreating.

Xuanlong smiled noncommittally, followed him like a shadow, and crossed his fists to attack his chest, continuing to launch a series of offensives.

Xingyi, Bagua, Wing Chun, and Tai Chi make the wind come alive.

His left fist hit Tang Xueyi's shoulder, and there was a muffled sound. Tang Xueyi retreated a few meters, and a streak of blood oozes from the corner of his mouth in an instant, but his face is still calm, and his fighting spirit is as strong as ever. The Xuanlong threw away the hilt, and said coldly: "Ye Gong owed you a favor in the last decisive battle, and it has been paid off now!"

"Next, you and I will really die."

Daoist Xuanlong laughed loudly, without any more nonsense, moved his footsteps, shrunk his ground into an inch, and the fist that had been driving straight in turned into Youguang, who was walking away in the avatar, and jumped up two meters away from Tang Xueyi. It turned into a dark shadow all over the sky, wrapped in rainwater, pouring down on Tang Xueyi like a rainbow, fierce like a storm, unstoppable.

Tang Xueyi didn't dodge, instead of retreating, he punched out.

The mountains and forests resounded, and the rain shattered.

The two fists met in the air, and a muffled sound exploded in the forest!

The bodies of the two shook, and similar rays of light shot out from their eyes. A huge force spread from his arms to Tang Xueyi's chest. Suddenly it cracked with a click, and although it didn't break, it also bent down, and the rainwater on a large canopy of leaves poured down.

Tang Xueyi was shrouded in rain, and the coldness made him calm down instantly.

Daoist Xuanlong retreated five or six meters again and again, and stopped after hitting a boulder. Before he could breathe, there was a smear of blood at the corner of his mouth. There was no trace of frustration on his face. He stretched out his fingers to wipe the blood, and then Looking at Tang Xueyi, he said faintly: "You are a very strange person, inconspicuous, but your tenacity is unmatched."

There was a glimmer of appreciation in his eyes: "A person like you, like granite, even if you throw away the cruelest and harshest environment, you can probably survive by gritting your teeth. This character gives you more breath than others, no matter who wants you You must destroy your spiritual will without stopping, or you will be killed by your last breath."

Tang Xueyi responded coldly: "Thank you."

"Your fists are already top-notch, much better than in City H."

Taoist Xuanlong picked up a sharp sword of a Qingmen disciple, slowly lifted it up, pointed at Tang Xueyi and said, "Come, let me show you your sword."

Tang Xueyi's tone was indifferent: "The knife is not for teaching."

For him, knives kill. "

Daoist Xuanlong smiled: "What is that for?"

Tang Xueyi didn't respond, but kept silent.

Daoist Xuanlong straightened his body, and his momentum exploded in an instant: "Pull out your knife!"

Tang Xueyi didn't show any courtesy to him. He straightened his body and rushed towards him, kicking out two long swords on the ground with both feet.

With a flick of the long sword in Xuanlong's hand, he calmly chopped off the two flying swords. At this moment, Tang Xueyi swiped his toes, shouted, and an arc cut across.

So fast!

Xuanlong, who had no time to withdraw his long sword, twitched his eyelids, turned around and leaned back, avoiding Tang Xueyi's sharp kick with lightning.

Tang Xueyi's originally calm eyes were instantly frozen, empty and lifeless, and the pupils seemed to disappear.

Just when Xuanlong was startled by Tang Xueyi's astonishing speed and was about to return his sword to strike, Tang Xueyi had already jumped up, holding the handle of the bamboo knife with his right hand.

Xuanlong's eyes were solemn, he couldn't see through, so he retreated slowly.

Tang Xueyi's running speed increased several times in an instant, and the bamboo knife pulled Tang Xueyi like a meteor and shot out, and a bright light exploded.

When Daoist Xuanlong raised his long sword and stabbed, the bamboo knife suddenly changed direction and accelerated, just a flash of lightning, piercing his throat!

No one moved, there was no sound, and even the rain seemed to have stopped.

The tip of the knife was still dripping blood.

Blood spurted out violently, and that sound was like autumn leaves being blown by cold wind.

The tip of the sword touched Tang Xueyi's chest and stopped, unable to advance further, Daoist Xuanlong's eyes widened in disbelief, his eyes were full of surprise and relief.

He now understood what Tang Xueyi's knife was, a murderous knife.

Tang Xueyi pulled out the bamboo knife and put it flat in the rain to wash it away. Ignoring the Xuanlong who was slowly falling in front of him, he put the clean knife back into its sheath, then turned and left.

He walked very slowly, but it made people feel his strong will, that is, when he left, he would go on forever.

In the cold wind, Tang Xueyi, who was drifting away, showed no expression, didn't listen to the crying, but his shoulders were trembling.

Taoist Xuanlong smiled at Jiuquan.

(End of this chapter)