The God of Martial Arts

Chapter 1001 Xiang Yang's Martial Arts

Peiran Divine Art is the strongest martial art inherited from the Zhengqi School. It comes from Confucianism, and it is said that it was created by Wen Zhenggong, the great master of Confucianism.

It is an evil martial art that emphasizes familiarity with the scriptures, clears the mind, cultivates a breath of greatness, slowly accumulates and evolves, and is strong and grand. It is best at restraining evil, evil, and evil.

And Fang Jianmei has practiced this Peiran magical skill to the top level. It is powerful and tenacious. With the increase in the number of fights, the power increases, and even multiplies. meaning.

Before, Ning Ke was worried about this person and reminded Xiang Yang not to be careless, just to make a quick decision so that the power of the true energy of the Peiran magic skill would not increase dramatically with Fang Jianmei's luck, and unnecessary variables would arise.

However, at this moment, Fang Jianmei's proud Peiran Zhenqi is no longer invincible and domineering. Under the pressure of Xiang Yang's saber energy, it is like a weak little rabbit who has no choice but to go east when it meets a ferocious big bad wolf. Hiding in Tibet, pitiful.

This made Fang Jianmei puzzled. There are many martial arts in this world that can be compared with Peiran's magical skills, but there are definitely not many that surpass them steadily. Which one does Xiang Yang practice?
Here I have to say something about Xiang Yang's martial arts state at this time. Where is his strength?
Basic, physical body, true qi, primordial spirit, besides true qi, Xiang Yang's Wuji sword body and Wanhua sword god have all been cultivated, but the evil god sword has also turned into ordinary iron because of the loss of the divine edge's qi, Being collected by Xiang Yang, he may never have the chance to make a knife again in this life.

In terms of true qi, Xiang Yang has perfectly cultivated the three elements into one, perfectly integrating the heavenly silkworm qi, the three-point return to the original qi, and the wedding dress true qi, and derived a cosmic original qi, which is more powerful than Shuiwu. Mark the water element note created by such martial arts myths.

These are just basic strengths, among them, true qi has not yet been perfected, and only by truly cultivating this source of true qi into the strongest, softest and holy sword qi can be considered the highest level.

In addition, it is Xiang Yanghao's martial arts background that is as deep as Yuanhai. At this moment, he does not need to learn the so-called magic tricks, because his every move, every move, is already the best in the martial arts magical power.

Put it in any martial arts world, Xiang Yang is Bodhidharma, Zhang Sanfeng and his like, the master of the masters, the best of the best.

Just like Xiang Yang clicked with his fingers just now, the fingering and saber techniques are integrated into one, which is ingenious and incomparably harmonious, and contains countless martial arts profound meanings.

Not to mention the mere Fang Jianmei, it is impossible for the masters of Taoism present to crack it. They can only be suppressed by force. It can be seen that Xiang Yang's martial arts is no less than that of the masters of Taoism in certain angles.

And he cultivated into a celestial being, but in just over a year, the role played by the true understanding of the heavenly sword is very important, even indispensable, otherwise it will take at least three years to achieve the current level.

"Terrible man, Tiger King, what do you think of this son? I'm afraid that when you and I were both heavenly beings, we wouldn't be his opponent, right?"

Ba Qiang is tall, tall and straight like a mountain, with a red tasseled spear of Zhang Er on his back, with a resolute yet gentle face with Chinese characters, he sighed after seeing Xiang Yang's shot.

Although Ba Qiang's marksmanship is fierce and I am invincible, but he has a broad mind and a very magnanimous attitude. He proves that he is an expert at the same level and admits that he is no match for Xiang Yang at the same level. This is not something everyone can do.

There are talented people from generation to generation, each leading the coquettish for hundreds of years. This is a famous sentence mentioned by the great poet Yuan Zhaoyi of the Qian Dynasty. It has been passed down through the ages with arrogance, and what we see today corresponds to this poem.

Faced with his exclamation, Tiger King's eyes flickered, and he didn't answer, but the heaving chest showed the restlessness in his heart.

"That's right, Dao Yi has a good eye. I saw this good young man in Kangzhou. If you hadn't given your advice, I'm afraid we would have never expected him to have such a performance."

This person is the little emperor, and apart from deep appreciation, there is also a touch of worry in his tone. For the first time, he lost confidence in Li Xian, and the impression Xiang Yang gave him was too deep.

However, he is more delighted. If such a martial artist receives the full support of the God Catch Sect, he has a great possibility of being promoted to the Dao and becoming the eighth member of the God Catch Sect.

And if it was Li Xian or someone else, he might succeed, but he might also fail. After all, proving the Dao is not something you can just think about. It requires qualifications, potential, luck and other factors, and they are all indispensable.

Dao Yi smiled slightly, and her pale white robe was like moonlight.

He is quite special among the Seven Great God Catchers, with superb martial arts, but indifferent temperament, he has not cultivated wings in the sect, expanded his power, and belongs to a lone God Catchment.

Dao Yi had greeted the six of them since he came back from Kangzhou. If Xiang Yang was promoted to Heaven, he would be given a place to compete for the title of God Catcher.

If it weren't for Dao Yi, no matter how famous Xiang Yang was, even if he was as famous as the arrogance of Buddhism and Taoism, the Shenchuangmen would not care too much, after all, Xiang Yang's background was too low.

Seeing this scene, the third prince Li Hong became more and more excited in his heart. He has not cultivated to become a heavenly man, but his vision is not covered.

He knew the two people on the Tianxingtai. Fang Jianmei was already a first-class talent, and Xiang Yang was better than ten Fang Jianmei. It seemed that his previous thinking was correct.

On the Tianxingtai, Fang Jianmei's entire eyebrows were twisted into a ball, an unnatural bluish-white color appeared on his handsome face, and the pores on his body stretched out, suppressing and expelling the saber energy in his body, but this action also Consumed a lot of his true energy.

If you don't do this, you can't do it. If Xiangyang takes the opportunity to make a move, he will be drawn by the saber energy in his body, and he will lose if he says he loses. It's just a matter of one move.

"Mr. Xiang's martial arts skills are superb, and someone Fang admires them. I have another forbidden move. It comes out today. I also ask Mr. Xiang to give me some pointers."

As soon as the trick came to light, Fang Jianmei knew that if he took chances, he would never win, so he could only put all his eggs in one basket.

For others, the longer the delay, the more powerful his Peiran magic power will be, but the opponent is Xiang Yang, which is quite different.

Because the opponent's strength is too strong, so strong that he can't defeat it, so it is more beneficial to Xiang Yang, not him, to delay for a long time.

So Fang Jianmei decided to decide the world with one move.

After finishing speaking, Fang Jianmei breathed out a turbid breath, hundreds of millions of hairs on his body were shaken off, his skin was blood red, and the thin aura in the space of the Tianping Platform was swallowed into the palms of Fang Jianmei's hands.

In a trance, the cotton-like white clouds on the top of the Xuantian Cliff were broken by the powerful aura, forming a vacuum circle, the power caused the sky to change and the earth trembled.

"Huh? Similar to explosive martial arts such as the disintegration of the demon, self-mutilation, and powerful martial arts, even if he wins me, what can he do? There is no chance to go to the end."

Xiang Yang's eyes moved, revealing a hint of dangerous aura. The opponent didn't want to win, but wanted to injure him severely. Someone did something wrong?
(End of this chapter)