The God of Martial Arts

Chapter 186 Master (seeking subscription and monthly ticket recommendation)
To be honest, this time Xiang Yang really didn't intentionally let Zu Wanchun and Liu Jilai ask for help, so as to earn new side missions, it was completely powerless.

Do the math, from killing Zu Wanchun's entourage A Qing at the beginning, to fighting Zheng Pingyuan and defeating him, and then performing four times to injure the horse and delay the two people from escaping, he spent The internal force is already too great.

Dingzhu Conquering Demons is indeed a good martial art, worthy of the name of Shaolin 72 stunts, but it consumes a lot of true energy, and Xiang Yang's consecutive shots in a short period of time are already extraordinary.

To put it bluntly, if it wasn't for the Zixia Divine Art he practiced, which has a long internal energy and a fast recovery speed, he would have been unable to hold on for a long time.

In the final analysis, he is just a serious warrior, his true energy is only relative, not really endless, and there is no end in sight even if he drives it at will.

And the flaming fireworks blooming high in the sky also attracted the attention of some people in the city, such as Qiu Minjun who looked like an ordinary woman.

Originally, she was choosing rouge in the rouge shop, smiling all over her face, but when she saw the fireworks, her face darkened and elongated instantly, she put down the rouge and walked back, so that the two following little maids didn't know why the mistress's mood suddenly turned bad.

There was also a cook who was cooking in the kitchen of a small restaurant. Seeing the distress signal from Zoroastrianism through the open window next to him, his face was gloomy. He sighed a long time, took off his gloves, and extinguished the stove.

A woman with good looks and figure walked in outside the door. She was surprised when she saw the middle-aged man's actions.

"The head of the house, there are still two hard dishes outside, why did you turn off the stove? What happened?"

The middle-aged man sighed, shook his head, took out a bunch of keys from his bosom, approached the woman, gently hugged her into his bosom,
"I buried a small box in the cellar in the backyard of our house, there are things I left for you and my son, take them out as soon as possible, don't hesitate.

Also, I have something to go out for a while, maybe I won't be back in a short time, so be careful, your son is still young, so just say I'm out for business, help me take good care of him. "

As she was talking, the woman suddenly burst into tears, hugged the middle-aged broad back fiercely, and shared the same bed for several years, how could she not notice the slightest abnormality?

The middle-aged body froze, with a hint of bitterness in the corner of his mouth, and lovingly kissed the woman on the forehead, then pushed the woman away, took off the white apron around her waist, walked out the door, glanced at the direction of the fireworks in the sky, kicked her, He jumped directly onto the roof, and several times jumped to the gate of the southern city of Hezhang County and galloped away.

"Come back early, I'll wait for you."

With tears in her eyes, the woman clutched the key in her hand tightly, collapsed on the ground, and murmured in the direction where the middle-aged man was leaving.

No matter who the other party was, she only knew that he was her husband, the father of her child, and the support of the family, and she would wait forever.

In the middle age, the pain in his heart was like a knife. For seven years, he thought he could live a safe and worry-free life, but he still couldn't escape.

As soon as the worship fire comes out, all believers must rush there as quickly as possible no matter where they are, otherwise they will be burned to death by the holy fire, and their souls will be buried in the ground forever, and they will not be reborn.

In a small but peaceful Buddhist shop, the middle-aged shopkeeper who was buried in the Buddhist scriptures raised his head, walked out of the door with the Buddhist scriptures behind his back, and frowned when he saw the flaming fireworks in one direction in the sky.

"Worship the fire? So the purpose of Xiang Yang's trip to Hezhang is related to this? Alas, when is the time for retribution, Da Zhou's actions were too tricky back then, and he didn't leave any room for it."

The Zoroastrianism was a sect that ran rampant in Yongzhou seven years ago. It has a huge influence, but it has a good reputation. It worships flames. When the people in the territory suffer from disasters, they spontaneously go to rescue them. It is not the cruel and ruthless evil way of the Demon Sect.

It's just a sect, if it offends those in power, it will inevitably be purged. If a country breaks out with all its strength, even if there are many Zoroastrian masters and good reputations, it will be difficult to resist the overwhelming momentum.

"Brother Ku and Yuan Bao are at Shenchuangmen after all, let's go and have a look, and help if you can."

The middle-aged man raised his head, flicked his right hand behind his back, and the Buddhist scriptures fluttered back to the table. With a flick of his sleeves, the store door was closed, the white clothes were misty, and the breeze blew by, and the person disappeared without a trace.

At the gate of the south city, Xiang Yang and Wang Tongxie led the officers and soldiers of the county government to surround Zu Wanchun, Zheng Pingyuan, and Liu Jilai.

For a while, Zheng Pingyuan was punched with a big hole in his right arm, Liu Jilai's lower abdomen was grazed by an arrow, and Zu Wanchun was also seriously injured.

"Xiao Xiang, Scorpion, let's fight together, we must kill it."

Wang Tong saw that the exhaustion was almost the same, and the internal energy of the three besieged was exhausted, and they were all injured, so he said to Xiang Yang and Xie Twelve who were beside him.

Xiang Yang went straight to Zu Wanchun, Wang Tong still went to Liu Jilai, and Xie Twelve faced off with the unarmed Zheng Pingyuan.

The three of them all knew that the more time dragged on, the more likely accidents would happen, and they all tried their best to kill each other. Mai Xiangxiang watched the situation on the field with eyes full of anxiety, not daring to relax at all. With sweaty hands, waiting for the opportunity to come.

The three people on the opposite side also knew that life and death were at stake at this time, and they all fought back desperately. As long as they dragged on for a while, helpers would come.

Xiang Yang used the Hu family's saber technique to confront Zu Wanchun a few moves, and he was determined. The other party was old, and his internal strength might be higher than him, but perhaps he had never fought for a long time. Not as great as the pressure that Zheng Pingyuan brought to him before.

From his current point of view, as long as there is no accident, within fifteen strokes, Zu Wanchun will definitely die by his sword.

My heart is excited, the chapter on Yijin forging bones is waving towards me, Xiang Yang's saber technique is a bit faster, even if the internal strength has not recovered, only [-]%, he still has the upper hand. Xiang Yang slashed at him with his sword, beheading Zu Wanchun directly.

At this moment, a long chant like the roar of a dragon and a tiger came from the city from far to near. After a few minutes.

"A master, an absolute master, at least the degree of exuding true energy, or even higher, how could such a master hide in this small county?"

Wang Tong glanced at Zu Wanchun and the others, and they all looked happy when they saw them, while Xiang Yang and Xie Shi sighed with gloomy expressions.

A look of sternness flashed in Xiang Yang's eyes, Twelve Road Tan's legs exploded, and he rushed directly to Zu Wanchun, the long knife reflected light in the sun, and the strength of the golden-topped palm in his left hand was unstoppable.

The moment Zheng Pingyuan and Liu Jilai blocked him, the long sword collided with Liu Jilai's Wild Wave Saber Technique, and was thrown in the air. His left palm intersected with Zheng Pingyuan's, and directly knocked the opponent who had no long sword half a meter into the air.

After crossing the two lines of defense, Xiang Yang, who seemed to have no long sword in his hand, showed a grinning smile. His index finger and middle finger of his right hand were close together, and a blue cold light was looming, colliding with Zu Wanchun, who was terrified.

With a crisp sound of Kabeng, one finger of Zu Wanchun's right hand was broken, and Xiang Yang continued to hold his Huanyin finger and tapped three times on Zu Wanchun's chest. It must be cold for three minutes.

The phantom yin finger, which has been practiced for a long time and has been useless, finally blooms at this time.

(End of this chapter)