The God of Martial Arts

Chapter 247 Zhao Dehan's Death
"Zhao Dehan's internal strength is strong, and his palms are strong and domineering. It is difficult to defeat him with palms alone. However, the harvest is not small. It will be nights and dreams, so don't procrastinate."

The purpose of Xiang Yang's palm-to-palm is to temper his golden-top cotton palm skills. Under the catalysis of such a strong opponent as Zhao Dehan, the progress is indeed gratifying.

The subtle changes in various qi movements, the ingenious use of moves, and the power created by the combination of the two are far more than a hundred times stronger than Xiang Yang's step-by-step dead training.

"Zhao Xiang's palm is strong and powerful, and it is difficult to be overbearing. It is indeed a good martial art. I am ashamed to be inferior to it. But there is still one knife, please comment."

Xiang Yang stood on the branch of a tall tree, his body was as light as a bird, and with a soft word, the Yanling Saber behind him bounced into his slender white right hand inspired by his internal energy.

Starting with a long knife, Xiang Yang's temperament is quite different, like a knife like a sharp edge, especially a pair of eyes, full of the edge of a magic knife, sharp and dazzling, seeing him is like seeing an indestructible knife.

"Sword? That's right, there is a message from the dark thread that this person is indeed the strongest with swordsmanship, so don't be careless."

Zhao Dehan was vigilant in his heart, he moved his feet, and the true energy in his body poured into his palms in an endless stream. At this time, the palms are so strong that it is easy to urge the iron to break the metal.

On the other side, Xiang Yang cast a cloud of ladders across several feet, echoing the mountain wind, and slashed at Zhao Dehan from top to bottom. The blade glistened in the sunlight, but it exuded a disgusting smell of blood.

In Zhao Dehan's eyes, this saber was coming towards him, the saber was fierce, fast, ruthless, and decisive, the aura of the saber seemed to be hidden or sent out, causing the blood in his body to boil and rippling, the acupoints on his body were faintly blocked, and the true air flow slowed down more than twice.

"This saber is not bad. It is fast, poisonous and poisonous. Its internal energy is sharp and draws people's blood. It is evil and mighty, but there is a faint shadow of the magic sword. It should not be underestimated."

Zhao Dehan's eyes are brilliant, there are 36 veins in the Demon Sect, and there are two veins of swords and swords. Faintly in line with the method of the magic knife.

Between the flashes, Zhao Dehan leaned back with his upper body, supported his body independently on his right leg, and with parallel palms, he cut into his right abdomen at an inconceivable angle, and combined fiercely, as if he had caught the slender blade of the Yanling Saber.

However, this knife turned out to be just a shadow. Xiang Yang's real killing knife had pierced Zhao Dehan's right abdomen an inch deep, blood overflowed, and the bloody knife energy broke into Zhao Dehan's body, wandering and destroying his meridians wantonly.

Xiang Yang stepped on his foot and kicked Zhao Dehan, who was leaning back, into the air. He rolled in mid-air and landed firmly.

"What a weird sword technique. I have clearly seen through his sword moves, but I was still a step behind. Not only is the opponent's sword attack as fast as the wind, but also the sword move of this sword technique is unexpected."

Zhao Dehan covered his bloody right abdomen, stood up slowly, his face was pale, and he looked at the long knife in Xiang Yang's hand with dim eyes, a little flustered, this knife had already decided the outcome of the two.

"Damn it, if it wasn't for the injury on the body, the reaction was a bit slower, and it would definitely be able to block that person's knife."

No matter how weird the saber moves are, there are still tricks to follow. Zhao Dehan asked himself that after so many years of experience in the arena, he has seen all kinds of weird tricks. Although the Blood Knife Sutra has something commendable, it is by no means unique.

But because of the injury, and the fact that he lost a lot of energy in fighting with Xiang Yang before, there was a gap between him and Xiang Yang in terms of hard power.

Seeing this scene in the distance, Sun Tao shook his clenched right fist fiercely, his eyes were full of joy, well, the victory has been drawn, and Zhao Dehan is not far from death, so he can sit back and relax.

"Xiang Yang, don't bully people too much, although you have won a little trick, it doesn't mean that I don't have the means to counter you.

I will give you one last chance, hand over Sun Tao to me, let's pretend that today's incident never happened, you will be your god catcher, you have a bright future, and I am still my bitter master, let's not make mistakes river water. "

Seeing Xiang Yang slowly approaching with a knife, showing murderous intent, Zhao Dehan seemed to have made up his mind, and let down a cylindrical iron product like a Raining Rain needle from his sleeve, Xiang Yang's eyelids went numb when he saw it.

"This is the Lei Zhenzi of my Sumen trait. It is stimulated by the inner energy, and it is enough to explode a huge lethality. Don't make mistakes."

Xiang Yang didn't know what Lei Zhenzi was, but it was probably a mixture of various flammable and explosive materials compressed together. Once the detonation was triggered with true energy, it would explode with powerful power, whether it was killing the enemy or protecting itself. , have miraculous effects.

"Bluffer, you are now at the end of your strength, and you have been poured into your body with my saber energy. Now the muscles in your body are so weak that it is difficult to use your true energy. You should die obediently."

Xiang Yang looked extremely disdainful on the surface, but he pinched a Buddhist bead with his left hand, and shot it towards Zhao Dehan's right hand using the ejection technique of snapping fingers and the inner qi movement of the supreme magical skill of fixing beads to subdue demons.

This move is a test, and he still has a safe reaction distance from the opponent, even if Zhao Dehan detonates that thunderbolt, it may not hurt him.

However, Zhao Dehan obviously didn't react. The moment the Buddha beads erupted, his right hand was bloody and bloody, and a piece of sawdust scraped against Lei Zhenzi's side, sparking out sparks. There was a bang explosion, and yellow-white sand and snow particles exploded on the spot. .

Xiang Yang could see clearly that Zhao Dehan himself did not expect Lei Zhenzi to detonate suddenly, and he was stunned for a moment before disappearing into the smoke.

This sound spread for several miles, with echoes, like thunder in the sky, Sun Tao jumped down to one side with his head in his arms, buried his head in the snowdrift, his ears buzzed, but he couldn't hear it other noises.

This thunderbolt detonated, almost like a bomb, it directly blew Zhao Dehan to pieces, without even having time to react, let alone died under his own trump card.

Xiang Yang was also taken aback, but he had deep internal skills and had been prepared for a long time, so it didn't have much impact, but he was surprised by the sudden explosion.

"Is this caused by Zhao Dehan's own hand slipping, or my prayer beads splashing? If it's the former, it's really bad luck."

In the previous life, there were people who slipped their hands and pressed zero for their donations. It was nothing more than missing some money, but if Zhao Dehan slipped his hands and played himself to death, that would be cheating.

Xiang Yang waited for the smoke and dust and snowflakes to gradually dissipate before he came up to watch.

Zhao Dehan's right arm was not inferior to him in martial arts, and his right arm was directly blown into countless pieces of meat. His body was burnt black, and it smelled fishy.

"Haha, good, it's good to die, now I can finally sleep well when I go back."

Sun Tao rolled up from the ground, patted the snowflakes on his clothes, and walked over in two or three steps. He was quite happy to see Zhao Dehan's body in pieces, and laughed with a long sigh of relief.

Xiang Yang shook his head, with a trace of doubt in regret, and always felt that something was wrong.

And under a tree far away from the two of them, a man in white nodded slightly, stepped down, and left without a sound. Judging from his movements, he seemed to be secretly watching Xiang Yang, Zhao Dehan and Sun Tao from beginning to end.

(End of this chapter)