The God of Martial Arts

Chapter 301 Massacre at the Foot of the Mountain (Second Update, please subscribe)

At the foot of Xiaoyun Mountain, a group of bored people from the rivers and lakes gathered together in twos and threes, some closed their eyes and rested their minds, some talked nonsense, and some dragged the hot roasted sweet potatoes to eat happily. At the foot of Xiaoyun Mountain, see if there are any bottom-level people from the rivers and lakes who can make money.

Inside, there are two masters who are well-dressed and well-behaved. They are people sent by the Lin family to follow. Once they find out that there is a murderer who killed Lin Yuanshan, that is, Xiang borrowed to go down the mountain, they will immediately bring a large number of masters to surround and kill. .

This situation is also very strange, the mountain is a den of thieves, and the foot of the mountain is a group of so-called Jianghu people who defend the righteous way. The two sides use the foot of the mountain as the boundary, which is surprisingly calm.

"Huh? There's movement, let's see if it's a loan."

A man carrying a machete sat directly on a cold rock in the severe cold weather, moved his ears, and turned to look down the mountain trail, his tone was eager and joyful.

In order to deal with Xiang Yang this time, the Lin family issued a reward order. Anyone who can kill Xiang Yang and take his head to the Lin Mansion will become a member of the enshrining hall, and there will be a lot of rewards, not to mention gold and silver, and martial arts are also at your fingertips .

The person who came was indeed Xiang Yang, dressed in Tsing Yi, carrying a tourmaline knife wrapped in cloth strips, and holding Zhang Guangyuan's autographed letter in his arms. When he came to the foot of Xiaoyun Mountain, he found dozens of people guarding the ground.

Although there are no particularly powerful masters here, there are too many people here. They have nothing to do, and they are here to keep an eye on them?
Just as Xiang Yang stepped forward, a sharp howl suddenly appeared from the crowd guarding the foot of the mountain, just like a broken gong.
"It's him, it's him, it's a loan, everyone, if you kill him, go to the Lin family to receive the reward, and you will be famous in the world."

Before Xiang Yang could react, a bright sword was coming at him. Xiang Yang was puzzled, but his hands were not slow, and he reached out and grabbed a steel knife.

He snatched the steel knife into his hand and put it in front of him, and then swept away a thousand troops with a blow. Under the burst of strong zhenqi, the seven or eight people who attacked were cut into two pieces, bloody and bloody, with internal organs and the like Intestines flowed all over the place.

However, this bloody scene did not deter those people, but instead stimulated more people to rush towards Xiang Yang.

Everyone would think this way, his martial arts are very high, but we have a large number of people, so if we fight more, even if we are injured, it may not be us. If we can behead him, we will not have to worry about it for the rest of our lives. It is worth fighting for our lives.

Seeing this, the two masters of the Lin family took out a messenger tube from their pockets, and after it rang, a mark of sparks exploded high in the air.

"No, there must be someone on the mountain cooperating with the people here, otherwise I wouldn't have heard the news that I was going down the mountain so quickly."

Seeing the fireworks blooming in the sky, Xiang Yang secretly thought that something was wrong, the steel knife in his hand turned into a strong wind, swept straight down, the knife light flew, blood was everywhere, a group of crooked melons split dates, even the blood knife was useless , Directly use the thirteen flying sand and stone moves to kill a piece of armor without leaving it.

With a single slash, several people died, and they couldn't even resist, because their speed of attack and reaction speed were no different from tortoises in Xiang Yang's eyes at this time.

Massacre, this is a real massacre, and it is an extremely fast massacre. After the massacre, the others dare not go forward, but retreat and run away.

Dead people are very normal. Rolling around in the rivers and lakes is like licking blood with a knife. Everyone will not be afraid of dead people, but if they are simply killed, it will be different, especially Xiang Yang's killing speed is too fast and too terrific. one?
Therefore, even if there are a lot of people, it is difficult to sustain at this moment. Seeing Xiang Yang is like a mouse seeing a cat, and hates himself for not having two legs.

"Greed is the original sin. If you didn't want to kill me, why did you do it? If you want to blame, blame yourself for being inferior to others."

Xiang Yang let out a sigh of relief. Strictly speaking, these people have no deep hatred with him. They are driven by profit and greedy, so they want to take other people's heads to receive rewards, or use him to become famous. By ability.

He will not be caught without a fight, and he will not be soft-hearted because of his status as a fast catcher. Just kidding, keeping his hands means death, which means that he will be besieged by more people soon. He is not that stupid.

At this time, the two well-dressed masters of the Lin family stopped in front of Xiang Yang, their faces were not very good-looking, but they were very resolute, and one of them bowed their hands to salute Xiang Yang, wanting to say something.

Xiang Yang shook his head, knowing that these two people have already called for helpers, and now there are countless masters rushing here. They want to delay the time and kill themselves by then, so there will be no more nonsense.

The zhenqi in his body burst out, directly urging the steel knife in his hand into pieces, and shot towards the two people. At the same time, he followed up with his own feet, turning into a ghostly blue shadow and snuggling behind one of them.

The man was stopping the steel knife that was coming, and before he could breathe a sigh of relief, a soft and delicate palm behind him hit his back, and his body fell limply on the ground, without making a sound, a man comparable to Wang Tong A master, just died in Xiang Yang's hands.

Seeing this, the other person's bright eyes became flustered, he yelled loudly, and seemed to be about to charge towards Xiang Yang, but he spilled a handful of lime powder from his arms, waved it towards Xiang Yang, and performed lightness kung fu by himself. to run away.

This is someone who has been in the rivers and lakes. It looks like an old fritters. He does everything he can, and everything is only for his own safety.

However, Xiang Yang snorted coldly, slapped out his true energy casually, and directly released his palm force to scatter the lime.

He came later and came first, crossing the path of that person, with a flick of his right hand, a finger shot out like a long arrow, the force of the finger broke gold and broken jade, fierce and sharp, he shot this person to death.

For a time, corpses were strewn all over the field at the foot of the mountain, and blood was everywhere.

Xiang Yang looked around, although there seemed to be no one there, there were still a lot of breaths, obviously there were still experts watching in the dark.

A string of wooden Buddha beads appeared in his hand, fourteen of them were twirling around, and the lead wire was cut off suddenly, all fourteen were fired together, and many people hidden around were also killed and injured by this supreme magic skill of conjuring beads to subdue demons.

This was intentional by Xiang Yang. Now that his trumpet is notorious, he must be struggling. Instead of this, it is better to continue on the path of viciousness.

Killing others is afraid, and killing others is afraid, and this can bring him a moment of peace. He doesn't want to be dragged down by mobs along the way and give others an opportunity.

At the end, Xiang Yang lifted a long sword from his toes and dropped it into his hand, and flew into the side of the mountain wall with a ladder cloud, the long sword pierced the mountain wall, and his left hand was behind his back, floating like a fairy.

Sparks burst out from the long sword in his hand and the stone wall of the mountain, and the tinkling sound was endless, as if he was depicting something.

When Xiang Yang fell to the ground, he had already engraved the seven big characters "Murderer, Xiang Jieye" on the mountain.

"Hahaha, pretending to be good at thirteen, I finally feel like a quack."

The more Xiang Yang looked at this word, the more he felt that he was too talented. The long sword in his hand suddenly pierced out. Under the power of the gods, there was a bang, and the whole long sword sank into the mountain wall with its hilt, and he went away quietly. , no trace.

Xiang Yang walked for about half a quarter of an hour before a large group of people came late. Seeing the scene of corpses lying everywhere and blood flowing like streams, they all fell silent.

The leader is none other than Gao Ting, the Corpse Ripper.

(End of this chapter)