The God of Martial Arts

Chapter 235 Snow Killer

After a winter snowfall, on the official road leading to Anyuan County, a very handsome black horse flew all four hooves, like stepping on white clouds, and burst into pieces of snow.

A young knight on the horse was wearing a white fur coat and carrying a long knife. He looked like a chivalrous man. It was Xiang Yang who had returned to Anyuan after a one-month holiday.

On that day, Luo Qi and Nie Xiaofeng came to his home to inform God of the decision to catch the door. Xiang Yang agreed on the surface, but secretly collected the information of the Lin family and Lu Juan, organized it, and hoped to find a solution to the hidden danger.

It's just a pity that the Lin family is powerful and heavily guarded. After the assassination of him last time, Lu Juan was grounded again. It is not so difficult to solve Lu Juan like killing Liu Jilai, so Xiang Yang temporarily held back and waited. opportunity.

During this spare time, Xiang Yang had nothing to do, so he wanted to go back to Anyuan to take a look, and by the way, he went to Xiang Daniu's grave to worship and offer incense.

It's just that in a daze, at the end of the official road, between the blue sky and the snow, a figure as black as ink has been waiting there for a long time.

Xiang Yang slowed down his horse, reined in the reins after approaching, and looked carefully, and saw a young man in a black jumpsuit standing in the middle of the road with a long sword, motionless, like a sculpture.

"Who is this person? Could it be that he is also the killer of the Zoroastrian Cult? It is rare for someone who wants to fight me openly."

Xiang Yang secretly guessed in his heart, and was also vigilant, his ears moved slightly, the surroundings were silent, and only the breathing of two people and one horse resounded continuously in the white snow.

"Brother, are you here to wait here?"

Xiang Yang flicked his white fur, opened his fists and opened his mouth, his eyes were awe-inspiring, like a knife, piercing into people's hearts, the surrounding environment was already covered with cold snow, but it was not as cold as Xiang Yang's eyes.

"That's right, I was waiting for you, Xiang Yang, you killed me, the elder of the Fire Worship Cult, the rain master ordered you to take your head as a memorial, but I didn't expect you to be so good that you defeated two people in a row.

I am different from others, they are proficient in assassination, concealment, medicine and poison, and they do everything. I only believe in the sword in my hand. "

When the young man in black talked about those two people, he was extremely disdainful, and when he talked about his sword, he was extremely conceited, obviously he was a proud and arrogant person.

"You are so confident. A killer should use everything to kill people. You are not a qualified killer."

Xiang Yang shook his head with a smile, but somehow felt that this young man was a bit cute. Maybe, if this man was not a killer under Master Yu, he would be a good swordsman. .

Thinking of this, Xiang Yang put his gaze on the right hand of the young man holding the sword. It was delicate and white, and looked very well-maintained. His fingers were long and slender, and he was indeed a good hand with a sword.

"Stop talking nonsense, take my sword first and then talk."

The young man exhaled, and the long sword stuck in the snow came out of its sheath. The sword swept across the sky, stirring up snowflakes all over the sky, which flowed down, covering Xiang Yang's sight, and hiding behind a snowflake, it was a little bit colder. the tip of the sword.

The strength, accuracy, and speed of this sword are not bad, and the timing is also very clever. Although it is not as refined as Zheng Pingyuan's star-piercing strike, it is still quite good. In Xiang Yang's view, it can have Tu Lei's blow with the broad sword was [-]% of the power that day.

It's a pity that Tu Lei was defeated by Xiang Yang with a sword with all his strength, not to mention that this young man's swordsmanship is far inferior to Tu Lei's?
Without even pulling out the sword, Xiang Yangren sat on the high back of the dark cloud and stepped on the snow. With his right hand, he squeezed a magic finger with a snap of his fingers. Tip half inch position.

A sonorous and crisp sound resounded on the empty official road. As if the young man had been hit hard, the long sword was directly thrown away, and he was thrown behind heavily. The sprayed hot blood dyed the snow red, and it was hard to tell who Snow, or blood.

Xiang Yang withdrew his right hand, as if he had done a very insignificant thing, looked at the unbelievable expression on the young man's face, and said lightly,

"The swordsmanship is good, but there is no spirit. The murderous sword is not as murderous as mine. Your sword practice is wrong."

Xiang Yang only used seventy percent of his supernatural powers just now, and didn't even use various secret techniques, such as bonuses such as star shifting, power gathering secrets, etc. It can be seen that martial arts have reached another level.

"Impossible, you are talking nonsense. I practice sword diligently. I have been trained for seven years. I have practiced sword for seven years. No matter it is cold or hot, I dare not slack off. I don't believe that I will lose to you, let alone practice sword. wrong."

The young man's mind was in turmoil, and the shock and turbulence to the meridians of the inner organs was only secondary. It seemed that Xiang Yang's exclamation only hit his painful foot.

He is older than the other little killers of the Fire Worship Sect trained by the Rain Master. Before being trained, he was already sensible. He likes listening to storytelling the most, and yearns for Jianghu martial arts the most.

The person he admired the most in his life was Mr. Zhong Da, the sword god of a generation. The phrase "Sword Qi spans [-] miles, and the light of a sword colds nineteen states" has fascinated countless young swordsmen, and he is no exception.

Such martial arts myths have always encouraged him to move forward on the road of swordsmanship. Even as a killer, he still hopes to use the sword in his hand to kill people with dignity.

But now, Xiang Yang defeated him so easily, and already broke half of his heart to the sword. He said that he practiced sword without god, and smashed the other half of his heart to the sword. It was a collapse of faith.

Xiang Yang looked at this man with pity. If martial arts can be achieved only through hard work, then the world's masters should go everywhere. The strong are not as good as dogs, but is it possible?

Although he didn't practice martial arts for a long time, he made amazing fortunes along the way. He understood martial arts during fighting. Although he was also confused, he finally found a way and continued to move forward.

This man was different. He was trained as a killer from the beginning, and the sword skills he practiced were actually killing skills.

The reason why Xiang Yang said that he has no god in his sword is because his swordsmanship is a murderous sword, but his heart is full of chivalry. When he strikes the sword, the murderous aura is faint, which has deviated from the true meaning of the swordsmanship.

It should be noted that not everyone can be a freak like Niu Ben, who can still achieve something if he practices martial arts mentally and intentionally wrongly.

"Actually, you shouldn't be a killer, and you shouldn't practice this kind of murderous sword. If you change your teacher, you may have some achievements."

Some people are born optimistic, some people are born gloomy, this young man is born with a chivalrous spirit, he likes martial arts in Jianghu, this is his nature.

The free and easy life that should have been galloping and singing, but lived a life of depression, should have practiced pure swordsmanship, but practiced rigidly, had no enthusiasm for kendo, but no good opportunities, this person is in Xiang Yang's eyes , very sad.

Of course, everyone has never met each other, and even this person came to kill him, and Xiang Yang has no intention of letting him go.

A round Buddha bead slid and rolled down from the big sleeve, Xiang Yang watched the young man still in turmoil, the battle between heaven and man, the magic power of setting the bead to subdue the demon was shot out, and his life was about to be killed.

Suddenly, a three-foot-high snow column exploded within a short distance of the dark clouds and the snow. The startled horses neighed again and again, and their front hooves were raised high. Xiang Yang was also surprised. Someone was lying in ambush. The kung fu of concealing interest.

　Watching the League of Legends game in the past two days, the [-] monthly ticket will be added to the day after tomorrow. Although there is no game tomorrow, but the layman celebrates his birthday, I will be lazy.

　　Alas, waving my little paw, I am one year older, I really want to cry.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)