The God of Martial Arts

Chapter 365 Fierce Battle

Xiang Yang stepped back, and the right fist of Shenzhao's true energy flowed through it, gradually relieving the pain and injury, and felt Huang Lang's difficulty and terror more and more.

Since he broke into the realm of exuding true energy, no one has ever been able to injure him with a single blow, and just now Xiang Yang's Seven Injury Fist strength has been hit, but it dissipated directly in the palm of this person, and was beaten by the Chiyan magic skill. The berserk infuriating energy is completely roasted, leaving no trace, even entering the body, so why hurt the other party's five internal organs?

That's all, the other party's Chiyan Divine Art is so fierce and unbearable, it actually has the effect of breaking the inner family's true energy, otherwise his right fist would not be burned.

"Troublesome, fists and kicks are useless against this person. Now he is a moving volcano, and he must use a knife."

Xiang Yang is a master of martial arts, and in terms of fists and kicks, Jianglong Palm is the best. Even a single blow will not work, but it is almost impossible to use it to deal with Huang Lang. No matter how powerful it is, there must be an end.

Xiao Feng can repeatedly defeat the strong with the weak, it means that there is no disparity between the strong and the weak, if he fights with perverts in the high martial arts world, he will be beaten to death without any accidents.

Right now, this Huang Lang's true energy is far stronger than that of Xiang Yang, and it is more concrete. His combat power is [-], and he has a special skill, burning, while Xiang Yang is only less than [-]. The gap is so big. No wonder the heavenly scriptures say that life and death are equally divided, but that is still an ideal direction.

"Fortunately, my strongest skill is saber technique, if I only know how to do it with my hands, I can only sit and wait for death.

Now the only chance of victory is to use the sword to fight with him. "

While Xiang Yang retreated, Huang Lang's momentum became more and more tyrannical. He stepped on the wet soil and walked against the strong wind. He kept getting closer to Xiang Yang. The berserk true energy of Yan Shen Gong also has unparalleled divine power.

"What a powerful Huang Lang, I'm afraid this is the number one Vulcan God. Although Shi Jizong is strong, he is far from such a tyrannical martial art.

Just looking at this person's state, it should be a crooked way to improve his skills, which is a great hidden danger, which is a pity. "

Some masters saw Huang Lang's martial arts, nodded slightly and then shook their heads, and Vulcan was also saddened, and it was in the same line. No one knew Huang Lang's state better than them. If there was the lower half of Chiyan Divine Art, it would not be With such an appearance, the true anger can not be contained.

Cang Lang made a sound of the knife, and the tourmaline knife behind Xiang Yang was inspired by the true energy, and it bounced out and fell into Xiang Yang's hand. His hair was like a thunderbolt, and he slashed straight at Huang Lang who was coming to catch him.

Weapon warriors compete with boxing fighters. When martial arts have not reached a certain level, weapon fighters always have the upper hand, especially Xiang Yang's tourmaline knife is the treasure of ordinary soldiers, second only to precious soldiers, and can cut iron like mud.

Although Huang Lang's true energy was stronger than that of Xiang Yang because of the fire marrow, he was still a body of flesh and blood. Facing the extremely fierce tourmaline knife, he was still a little apprehensive. Urged to retreat.

As soon as he retreated, the majestic momentum he had accumulated before was broken. It was difficult to kill Xiang Yang with all his eggs in one basket, but it gave him a chance to breathe.

Xiang Yang has been conquered for a long time, so naturally he will not miss this good opportunity. The tourmaline knife in his hand is slashed into the strong wind of the world at this time. One knife is faster than the other, and the power of the knife is higher than that of the previous move.

In an instant, I don't know how many knives were cut out, it was the way of flying sand and quick knives. After I used it at this time, the brilliance of the knives made I don't know how many people's minds were shaken.

"How did such a saber technique harmonize with heaven and earth? He is only sixteen or seventeen years old. Not only is he so genuine, his fists and feet are terrifying, but he also has this saber technique. Is there such a genius in the world?
Sure enough, one mountain is still higher. My father said that I was arrogant in the past, and sooner or later I would be beaten to pieces by others. Now it seems that I am indeed watching the sky from the well. "

This man was Wang Ling, who was watching the battle alone on a remote low field. Seeing Huang Lang's incomparable true energy and selling financial iron was beyond his imagination. Above the fists and feet, there was a sudden shiver, as if Huang Zhong Dalu was ringing in his ears, making his arrogance disappear.

At this moment, I don't know how many people watching the battle were shocked by the two.

Xiang Yang's heavy saber was concealed by the light, and Huang Lang was startled at the beginning. Fortunately, he also had a lot of experience in fighting, and he quickly stabilized with one palm. Destroy Huang Lang's Chiyan magic skill.

The two attacked all the way, defended all the way, and soon after thirty moves, the sky and the earth became more and more gloomy, there was a loud crack of thunder, and a white light lit up in the sky, like a pouring rain that immediately enveloped the world, fell to the ground, wet the soil, Splashes of gravel.

And at the moment when the thunder exploded, Xiang Yang's knife changed again. The Hujia knife that he practiced at first stood upright, and Bafang Tibetan knife was used.

There seemed to be eight Xiang Yang in front of the person's eyes, with fierce saber aura, slashing at Huang Lang's left arm, who couldn't dodge in time, tearing the red robe, but it was a pity that he missed it by a hair, and failed to cut into the skin.

This blow seemed to anger Huang Lang, he shouted loudly, heat flowed up all over his body, and heavy rain fell, pouring on him, like water flowing on a soldering iron, a burst of mist filled the air.

Xiang Yang's figure suddenly became strange, his sword technique changed from majestic to weird and vicious, and the sword became more and more tricky. Surrounded by a white mist, the light of the sword was faintly visible, and in the swaying, there was the sound of the palm and the tourmaline knife clashing Suppress the sound of falling rain.

The splendor of this battle really surprised many spectators, so even though it was raining heavily, they never left, but instead approached the battle circle, lest the heavy rain cover their sight and miss the powerful opponent.

After another twenty strokes, Xiang Yang retreated sharply, spat out a mouthful of blood, his right hand holding the knife trembled, and the blood flowed down the raindrops, and what happened to Huang Lang in the white mist is still unknown, but the circle of white mist is getting bigger and bigger, it can be seen This person's Chiyan true energy also volatilized wider and more.

When the rain fell to the ground, Xiang Yang glanced at his bleeding right hand, exhaled slightly, and showed a smile. The other party's true energy was strong and fierce from the beginning, and its power became stronger and stronger. The fire and poison were frightening. The Whale's Breath Technique and the True Qi of Feixian can only be resisted barely, but fortunately, this power is already diminishing.

Looking up at the sky, the bean-sized raindrops fell, not only on the vast land, but also on Huang Lang's body. Water and fire cannot tolerate each other. The time of day is at his neck, not Huang Lang.

Just like Xiang Yang, Huang Lang stopped in the mist and looked at the dark sky where lightning flashes from time to time. His anger grew stronger, his eyes were full of madness and unwillingness, and he had several stab wounds on his body. Scratches, blood dripping with the rain, the wounds were white and charred.

"God, I am the body of fire, you are going to exterminate me, are you going to destroy me?"

"Let's go, the outcome of this battle has been decided, if it's sunny and sunny, [-]% of Xiang Yang will die under Huang Lang's Red Flame Divine Art.

It's a pity that the right time and place are all in Xiang Yang, and he himself is a strong opponent in a strong hand. If he is in harmony with others, unless the true energy in Huang Lang's body is mixed and integrated into his heart, he cannot be Xiang Yang's opponent in the rain. "

Some martial arts masters said that many people agreed, and some people held the opposite opinion. They believed that Huang Lang still had the power to fight, and Xiang Yang was also injured a lot.

Outsiders guessed and judged that Xiang Yang didn't know, and didn't care about it. No matter how fast and steady the saber technique in his hand was, he was no longer sticking to a certain saber technique. He was the one who used the saber. .

The wanton saber energy was stimulated, and the blade slapped the rain. The softest thing in the world seemed to turn into the most rigid, and the raindrops shot towards Huang Lang like an iron ball. Ninety percent of people are ashamed of themselves.

(End of this chapter)