The God of Martial Arts

Chapter 1011 Torment
One stance, ten stances, thirty stances, fifty stances, endless stances, endless styles, Xiang Yang fought fiercely with Yi Guoxin, who was holding the Chiyuan Divine Knife, with only his sword in his hand, and the anger between each other rose and became more and more intense trend.

Yi Guoxin is mainly based on the martial arts of the blood robbery sky, and the Chiyuan Divine Saber blesses its power. Although the saber technique is crude and unbearable, but with the strong strength, it is a bit more simple and unpretentious, and the fluctuations caused great damage .

Even with the passage of time, the blood of the whole body volatilized, and the blood essence of many masters present tended to be pulled out of the body, and the magical power was so brilliant that it was amazing.

As for Xiang Yang, he followed the flow of technology completely, the palm is a knife, and the person is a knife, and the moves are complicated. He took Yi Guoxin's offensive head-on, and fought steadily, waiting for an opportunity.

At this time, there is no longer any need for any taboo moves. As long as you can win, even the simplest way to smash Huashan is a forbidden move, regardless of each other.

After fifty strokes, the attack and defense are easy to change. Yi Guoxin, who was originally like a tiger, has become cautious, and the sword technique is still rough, but the strength contained in it is extremely delicate and delicate, and the inside is changing. .

On the other hand, Xiang Yang turned into madness, filled with murderous aura, and beautiful flowers bloomed. The light of the knife condensed into a blood-red color, with the bloody, domineering aura of a great swordsman, and his loose long hair flew wildly like a dragon.

Another fifty moves, in Yi Guoxin's view, the situation that was supposed to be reversed again was developing in an unknown direction.

In the first fifty moves of Yi Guoxin's fierce battle with Xiang Yang, he used strength, energy, and spirit in his moves. He was extremely powerful and fierce. However, the true energy, blood, and primordial spirit in his body have limits, which is impossible. wanton squandering.

So at 51 strokes, he turned offense into defense, weakened the offensive, intending to recover consumption, and waited for the opportunity.

However, the world is impermanent, and in the last fifty moves, Xiang Yang's crazy and murderous offensive became more and more tyrannical. It seemed endless and never tired. .

The sword light came up, and the sword light shattered again. Yi Guoxin was like a long arrow that left the string. After being chopped off by Xiang Yang's sword energy, he quickly backed away, trying to get a chance to breathe.

However, when Xiang Yang was in power, he pursued fiercely and fought fiercely. With his lightness skills, he always followed Yi Guoxin not to be pulled away. In the case of extremely close combat, he gave up the one-handed saber technique and used his fists, palms and claws. , Let's all greet each other down.

Between the gaps of Chiyuan Shendao, a palm was pressed out, with slender and distinct textures, and it hit Yi Guoxin's lower abdomen, leaving a black palm print.

The punch landed softly, seemingly empty but not empty, seemingly light and unforced. As soon as the face of the fist came into contact with Yi Guoxin, it burst out like a whole mountain of power, causing Yi Guoxin to vomit blood.

With another claw tearing, Yi Guoxin's clothes were torn, leaving shallow and narrow marks on his chest, a pinch of curvy and thick black chest hair was pulled off, and the blood was mottled, just like a plucked native chicken.

Pointing out again, it happened to land on Yi Guoxin's Shangyang acupoint, pointing out, the air exploded, and the blood sword shot out, making a sound like cutting a major artery.

This is no longer a competition, but a one-sided torture.

Miserable, miserable, miserable, what a miserable word, Xiang Yang's set of eight punches, four to five is not six, Yi Guoxin was dizzy, completely lost his size and standard, even though his foundation was deep, he was still scarred and angry mad.

"Ah, ah, ah! Xiang Yang, I can't spare you."

There were long and shrill howls, but it was still difficult to get rid of the increasingly obvious decline. Yi Guoxin was completely helpless and furious, and there was nothing he could do.

Under the stage, Ning Ke stared at Xiang Yang with her charming big eyes that were as bright as stars, and stared at Xiang Yang without turning for a moment. Her breath was tense, she was sweating profusely, and her small nose twitched.

Ning Ke was very excited to realize another side of Xiang Yang like never before.

In ordinary times, Xiang Yang was relatively indifferent, whether it was his temper or his eyes, it seemed that nothing could arouse his interest except martial arts, and he seemed a little tasteless.

However, at this moment, Xiang Yang has changed from the dull and low-key in the past, showing an unprecedented masculine side.

Crazy, unparalleled, tyrannical and inexplicably tyrannical, and suddenly messed up, Ning Ke was attracted to him without knowing it. What is a man, this is a man, a man who can stir up the world.

Ning Ke was obsessed with Xiang Yang's masculine charm, and couldn't extricate herself. On the concave platform of the hanging cliff, the Tiger King was terrified, his eyes were red, and he wanted to step off the stage and give Xiang Yang a hard lesson Surprising for Yi Guoxin.

Damn, hate, Guoxin has never been in such a mess since he was a child, Xiang Yang, you are so brave.

However, no matter how angry the Tiger King was, it was of no avail. He could only watch helplessly as his nephew, whom he had brought up since he was a child, was severely taught and humiliated by Xiang Yang.

That's right, it's a lesson, a humiliation, not a normal discussion, because Xiang Yang had too many chances to defeat him, but he didn't.

He seems to use palms, fists, claws, and fingers, but in fact all of them are just appearances, what he uses is only knives,

Xiang Yang used one of the cruelest methods to torture Yi Guoxin who had spoken badly before.

Aren't you crazy, aren't you proud, aren't you highly regarded?

Okay, then I will stop you from being mad and proud, knock you from the clouds to the dust, let you fall from heaven to hell, and make you miserable.

Xiang Yang is a person who is proficient in repaying others in the same way.

The Tiger King saw Xiang Yang's intentions, so the killing intent accumulated, Xiang Yang, no one can save you in the sky and on the earth.

But no matter how much he loves Yi Guoxin and hates Xiang Yang, there is nothing he can do in the face of the other six well-prepared catchers who are ready to attack at any time.

If he made a move today, it would be difficult for the gods to fight with each other. There would be an uproar, and Emperor Shengwu might even come to intervene.

The only thing he did was to pray, hoping that Yi Guoxin would raise his hand and surrender at the right time, and stop having unrealistic fantasies.

And on the Tianxingtai, although Yi Guoxin was beaten miserably and covered with scars, but relying on his tyrannical foundation, he survived forcibly, but his stinky mouth was always dissatisfied, shouting non-stop, and at the same time swearing The basket made many spectators frown and be surprised.

The more Xiang Yang listened, the more angry he became, the coldness in his eyes became stronger, and the original patience disappeared without a trace.

Suddenly, there was a long howl, and the sound wave turned into a vacuum and enveloped the two of them.

With a flick of a finger, Yi Guoxin's right wrist was hit, and with a burst of blood arrows, the Chiyuan Sword was thrown and fell.

Xiang Yang performed Fengshen Kick Technique again, kicking Yi Guoxin down with one move, causing his huge body to fall heavily to the ground. Yi Guoxin twisted hard on his face.

(End of this chapter)