The God of Martial Arts

Chapter 1002

Martial arts such as the disintegration of demons, whether it is in the past and present, or in any martial arts time and space, are taboo martial arts that hurt one thousand enemies and eight hundred self-damages.

Except in critical moments, when you have to choose to fight for your life, you will not resort to it easily, because the price you have to pay to perform this kind of martial arts is too great.

Or hurt the foundation, or damage the community, in short, endless troubles.

Fang Jianmei, in terms of birth, is the direct descendant of the Dazong Zhengqi sect, in terms of status, she is the purple-clothed chief arrester of the God Catchment sect, and in terms of martial arts, she is a top-notch expert in the world because she has comprehended heaven and man.

Moreover, Fang Jianmei and Xiang Yang have no enmity and no grudges, so there is no need to use such means to deal with Xiang Yang. The only explanation is that someone is planning to plot against Xiang Yang behind the scenes.

This person's identity and status must be very extraordinary, at least the existence of the title God Catcher, otherwise he would not be able to command or even suppress such a powerful person as Fang Jianmei.

"The matters within the God's Catchment Sect are mostly instigated by the people inside the God's Catchment Sect. The Tiger King or the Little Emperor? For Yi Guoxin or Yi Feixuan?"

Xiang Yang had a guess in his mind that the other party wanted to fight him so recklessly, just to hurt him and even lose his ability to continue fighting. The deeper purpose was nothing more than paving the way for someone.

Because the martial arts he showed just now is too powerful, so powerful that someone is afraid, and has the idea of ​​hurting him at all costs, and Fang Jianmei is the executor.

These are just things that Xiang Yang thought of in a flash. Whether it is true or not, whether it is possible or not needs to be discussed and considered.

But the most urgent thing at the moment is to act quickly, and Fang Jianmei must not be allowed to gather his skills and explode with true energy.

To put it bluntly, Fang Jianmei is considered to be at the top level among celestial beings. The strength obtained by destroying his body with taboo martial arts must be a huge, powerful force that can compete with Xiang Yang, and he cannot let it go.

Xiang Yang's burly body leaped in the air, like a goshawk pouncing on its food, it disappeared and reappeared as a flash of lightning, and in the blink of an eye, he had already rushed in front of Fang Jianmei.

The next moment, one hand formed a knife and swung it out. Although it was a fleshy palm, it was endlessly sharp, rolling up a cascade of knife energy, and under the blessing of the flash of lightning, it was like thunderbolts. , the blue light flashes.

Fang Jianmei hadn't brought his skills to the peak yet, but Xiang Yang hadn't given him a chance, and he couldn't avoid it.

Gritting his teeth, a trickle of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth. With a muffled snort, the pores all over his body also turned into a deep red. The intense pain stimulated his nerves, and he pushed out a palm towards Xiang Yang's saber energy.

A group of blue air currents with crazy and strong strength collided with the thunder-like saber energy of the waterfall in mid-air. The color between the sky and the earth dimmed instantly, and the silent depression spread, as if there were mountains standing deep in the heart .

The central space where the two fought each other turned into a destructive precipice. The emerald stone of the Tianpingtai, which had never changed since ancient times, showed irregular cracks at this moment, and then it was slowly repaired under the operation of the large formation.

At the moment of the impact, Xiang Yang's saber energy swung back and forth, like splashing rain, counterattacking in the void, arousing the aura to vibrate endlessly.

Xiang Yang himself had already jumped to Fang Jianmei's side, swung his sleeves and struck like a sword.

The two fought more than ten moves in a row, the qi burst, the body collided, and the soul collided. Every time Xiang Yang took a step forward, Fang Jianmei took a step back, and his face turned pale. Finally, there was no blood, as if he had been sucked dry of blood.

When he retreated to twelve strokes, Fang Jianmei had no strength left to resist. He spit out a cloud of blood mist with a puff, which was dyed in the air. At the same time, he fell straight, his breath was weak, and he was dying, as if he was about to die.

Standing three steps away from Fang Jianmei, Xiang Yang's breath was also slightly disordered, but he returned to normal after a few breaths, and his body was not injured at all. Instead, because he defeated a strong enemy, his aura became stronger and more mysterious.

Four groups of masters, eight people fighting, the most seriously injured is Fang Jianmei, which will even have a great impact on his future martial arts. For a while, Qu Ping, who was about to announce the result, was also stunned.

"Heaven's evil is still alive, but self-inflicted evil is impossible. If Fang Jianmei hadn't been aggressive, Xiang Yang would not have done such a heavy hand.

It's a pity that such a master of heaven and man, his foundation was broken after this battle. Even if he is fully cultivated, his combat power is only [-] to [-]%. "

Li Xian was holding a long sword, and a trace of regret flashed in his eyes. Such a person with great potential will probably disappear from the crowd in the future.

Of course, he also saw that Fang Jianmei must be involuntary, and was instructed by someone to do this. As for who, he didn't know, maybe it was the Tiger King, maybe it was the little emperor, who knows?
"Nonsense, you are all colleagues, how can you use such a self-harming trick in the confrontation at the Tianxingtai? My god catcher lost a general, hateful, hateful."

The match between the two on the field is only in the blink of an eye, and outsiders are not allowed to interfere until the outcome is known, so all the gods can only watch the tragedy happen, and it is difficult for them to attack.

The one who lamented just now was Ba Qiang, whether it was Xiang Yang or Fang Jianmei, they were all the purple-clothed chief arresters of the God Catchment Sect.

But now Fang Jianmei has been seriously injured, and because of the previous self-harm to improve his skills, he will have great troubles in the future. This is a great loss for the God Catcher, and he can't help but shake his head in disappointment.

"Hey, I have to ask some people, Fang Jianmei and Xiang Yang have no grievances and no enmity, why pay such a high price for a position that is destined to be impossible?"

At this time, it was Jianxie who was speaking, about forty years old, with purple lips, half-white hair, wrapped in a turban, holding a long sword in front of his chest, exuding a cold, evil breath, which made people jump in fear. Dare to look directly at it.

Everyone in the Shenchuangmen knows that swords are evil, and people are even more evil. He is a master from the evil sect. Later, he joined the Shenchuangmen, made great contributions, and has achieved today's status.

He has always been at odds with the Tiger King, and formed a small group with Boxing God and Meng Jun, who often confronted the Tiger King. Many people speculated that it was the Tiger King's domineering nature that caused Jianxie's dissatisfaction.

What he said also pointed Fang Jianmei's actions at Tiger King.

Yi Feixuan squinted his eyes when he heard the words, and his already unhappy mood became even more anxious. His cold eyes swept over Jianxie, his murderous intentions were undisguised, as if he could freeze the air into ice.

The tiger king is domineering and rebellious, how can he let Jianxie point at Sang and scold Huai and remain indifferent?It wasn't the first time the two had fought each other.

"Okay, there are still outsiders here today, so please calm down a bit, so that no one can see the joke.

Also, Fang Jianmei is an adult, we have no right to interfere with his choice, and this matter must not be pursued any further."

Seeing that internal strife was about to start, Ba Qiang raised his eyebrows like a long sword, and nodded coldly.

However, he looked at Tiger King with great dissatisfaction.

(End of this chapter)