The God of Martial Arts

Chapter 236 Thrilling (Today is my birthday, wish me a happy birthday)

The moment when the snow column exploded was exactly the moment when Xiang Yang's supernatural power of subduing demons was activated. The young man who collapsed on the ground seemed to be a decoy, and the real effect was only the moment when Xiang Yang was unprepared.

As far as I can see, a young man wearing armguards is urging his fists with terrifying vigor, and he hammers at Xiang Yang's chest with extreme strength. Although this man is young, he has excellent martial arts skills, and he is still young at that time. Above the swordsman.

Behind him, a very sharp gust of wind hits, pointing directly at the back of Xiang Yang, it is not a sword, but a short dagger, dancing in a dexterous hand like a butterfly, with a murderous intent in its beauty .

Unexpectedly, the last person protruded directly from under the horse's belly, holding a saw-toothed wheel in his hand, rotating and cutting in his hand, cutting towards the moment when the dark clouds stepped on the snowy horse's belly, and even tore Xiang Yang's flesh Under the crotch, I want to kill one of them with one blow.

The three attacked and killed the young swordsman violently, and at the moment when Xiang Yang started to kill the young swordsman, they had a perfect grasp of the timing and attacked at the same time. Kill one hit.

When there was no time to spare, Wuyun Taxue seemed to sense the sharp sense of crisis under the horse's belly, and jumped forward, driving Xiang Yang to a height of half a foot out of thin air.

With this half-foot effort, the Zixia True Qi in Xiang Yang's body surged, like waves hitting the shore, rising one after another, and the terrifying murderous intent in his eyes caused the wind in the air to turn and dissipate.

Reflexive luck, click the dagger with the supernatural power of the fingers, and there is a crisp sound, the explosive finger force directly urges the short dagger, and the finger force does not weaken, directly forcing the boy with the dagger to retreat.

At the moment when the dark clouds and snow under him were about to be torn apart, Xiang Yang hit the back with the fists of the boy wearing the armguards, and the air wave rolled and slid under the horse's belly.

A gold-top cotton palm combined with the secret method of gathering strength, as well as the strength of the boy's fist, slapped on the round end of the gear, directly pressing the shining palm print, and smashing the boy who jumped out of the snow back into the snow below.

This short moment was more dangerous than all the battles that Xiang Yang had encountered before. Even if Wuyun Taxue was not full of spirituality, Xiang Yang would at least be seriously injured now, not just visceral vibrations and dull pains.

"What, you actually took an iron fist from me and you still haven't died?"

The armguard boy was stocky, with a simple and ordinary appearance. When he saw that Xiang Yang received a punch from himself and repelled the attack of the other two companions, he was so shocked that his eyes almost fell out.

His iron fist was taught by Master Yu himself, and combined with his unique mentality, it is powerful and violent. A cow was hit by him, and it was killed immediately. Xiang Yang suddenly became unharmed. dead?

Of course, Xiang Yang didn't become an arhat, and he didn't even practice any horizontal exercises, but he had some achievements in changing muscles and strengthening bones, so he was physically strong.

He can take the boy's iron fist head-on, [-]% rely on the unleashing power of the third layer of loach drilling, [-]% has the power to counterattack the gear boy's attack, and [-]% is Zixia's internal strength Strong, surpassing the strength of the boy's inner breath.

It was also because of various conditions that Xiang Yang was able to escape this fatal blow at the cost of minor injuries. His heart was beating wildly and he could hardly breathe.

"It's dangerous, it's dangerous, it's too dangerous, these three people are indeed not only well versed in assassination techniques, but also superior in their ability to hide their aura.

Just now I have inquired carefully, and there is no third person here except me and the young swordsman, so I was negligent in guarding against it.

Unexpectedly, their martial arts are not as good as mine, and they can escape my detection. The Rain Master of the Fire Worship Sect has some skills. "

Xiang Yang has never been a self-respecting person. Since he knows that someone from the Zoroastrian will assassinate him, of course he will always be vigilant.

It's just that the young swordsman in black appeared directly, making him think that this time the assassination was done by another person, and he was careful enough to feel that no one was just relaxing. through your own perception.

Moreover, the murderous aura of these three people has been accumulating all the time, and it will pour out when they strike, which is extremely lethal.

Compared with them, the steward of the Lin family may have done a good job of pretending, but he was unprofessional in the end.

"You? Why are you here? This is a battle between me and him, don't interfere."

The right shoulder blade of the young swordsman was shattered by Xiang Yang's Dingzhu Conquering Demon Supreme Magical Art. Even so, he still gritted his teeth and insisted on standing up, looking at the three teenagers who attacked Xiang Yang with doubts and displeasure on their faces.

He is also fateful, Xiang Yang wanted to shoot the Buddhist beads directly between his eyebrows and kill him directly, but just before the bullets were fired, three people attacked and killed him, which made his technique mess up, and the accuracy was a little bit off, and he only hit him in the middle of the shot. on the shoulder blades.

"Hmph, idiot, you can't even take a single move from him, and you still dare to speak out. If it weren't for using you to distract him this time, do you think we would really agree to let you compete with him one-on-one?"

The dagger boy took out a short dagger from his pocket again, twirled it in his hand, reflecting the silver light, and said with a cold glance at the young man.

Of the seven of them, this young man was the oldest, the most innocent, and he didn't have the decisiveness of a killer at all.

He often even wondered if this person could gain the favor of the Rain Master through the back door, and train and grow with them. Otherwise, how could this kind of waste deserve to be trained with them?
"Okay, don't talk nonsense with him. Let's kill this Xiang Yang together first, and then we can talk about it after completing the task. This man is very skilled in martial arts, and he is by no means an ordinary person. Don't be careless."

The young man who was slapped into the snow cave by Xiang Yang held a gear weapon and approached Xiang Yang. His face was very ugly, especially when he saw the palm print on his weapon, he felt faint chills. Life is gone.

With a cold face, Xiang Yang slowly pulled out the Yanling Saber behind him, stroked Wuyun Treading Snow's mane, stepped on his feet, and flew directly towards the gear boy, swept a few feet, and arrived in a blink of an eye.

A bleak knife light flashed across, drawing a strange arc, together with the blood knife's internal energy, combined with the inside and outside, bursting out with great power, and there was a sharp sound of air explosion.

The cogs of the strange weapon that the young man held across his chest, together with the young man himself, were cut in two, and the hot blood was scattered all over the ground, and the five internal organs flowed out, leaving the three of them with numb eyelids.

As soon as the blood knife was fired, Xiang Yang kept plundering, his movements were changing and erratic like the wind, and he used the blood knife to kill the young man who was holding a dagger and wanted to fight him to the death.

Seeing this scene, the last armguard boy had almost no desire or courage to fight Xiang Yang head-on, so he was about to perform lightness kung fu and leave.

But unexpectedly, the top of his head was clasped by five fingers that were as firm as fine iron. Before he could beg for mercy, he saw a headless corpse spraying hot blood, wearing arm guards, and dressed the same as him.

In the eyes of the only surviving young swordsman, Xiang Yang first clasped the head of the fleeing young man with armguards with his left hand, and then swung a long knife with his right hand.

(End of this chapter)