The God of Martial Arts

Chapter 380 The Dark Night Strikes (Monthly Pass [-] Plus)
After dealing with the horse thief attack, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Seeing that it was getting late, except for those who were assigned to take turns to guard the night, they all returned to their tents to rest. After all, they had to go on their way tomorrow.

The night is getting thicker and darker, the bright moon in the sky is also covered by dark clouds, the earth is pitch black, and you can't see your fingers, except for the bonfire that barely illuminates it.

At the rear of the convoy, a servant and a samurai in his 30s were sitting in front of the fire. They stretched out their hands to get close to the flames for warmth. They occasionally took off the water bag around their waists and took a sip. They looked around to check for any abnormalities, and whispered talk.

This is because there are not many samurai in the convoy, so if you want to change defenses in turn, you need to use some servants to replace them, and wait for the second half of the night to replace them.

And in the darkness less than ten meters away from the two of them, a figure that merged with the dark night gradually approached, and the sound of strong wind blew, and the two of them, including the warrior, had their acupuncture points tapped without any reaction. Limp down.

The night watchman who was closest to the two was also at the right rear of the convoy. Across the carriage and tent, he never realized that his two companions had been dealt with. The defensive circle Deng Chunjue had set up was torn apart.

Approaching the fire, a person wearing a hooded cloak was gradually reflected by the flames. It was completely unclear whether it was male or female, old or young. The wind blew, and the person disappeared in the blink of an eye.

In the tent, Xiang Yang was clasping his hands in front of his chest, sleeping peacefully like a lady, and suddenly woke up from the warm velvet bed, with a hint of murderous intent in his sleepy eyes,
"Temporary task, kill the mysterious person who sneaked into the convoy, task reward, Shaolin lion roar."

In the dead of night, when everyone was resting peacefully, an expert sneaked into the convoy's tent without realizing it. If the task hadn't been triggered and the wordless book warned, God knows what would have happened.

"I have also seen Deng Chunjue's defense, with Min'e's tent as the center, spreading in all directions, two by two, although a little rough, it is not so easy to be mixed into the camp.

Moreover, those warriors were at least accomplished in their internal skills. If they wanted to enter the big tent quietly, their martial arts must be good, and they might be good at releasing their true energy. "

Xiang Yang was thinking while putting on his clothes. This is only the first night of departure, and there are such masters attacking. It is really hard to say how many warriors will come one after another in the future.

After getting out of the tent, Xiang Yang's ears trembled, and he listened carefully. There were whispers of conversations in all directions of the convoy, except for the tail of the convoy directly behind, where there was no noise, only the sound of the wind blowing.

This ability is also slowly learned by Xiang Yang after he has completed Yinfeng Roar in the ghost prison. Sometimes due to the objective environment, when the eyesight is difficult to distinguish, the hearing will also produce incredible effects.

"Something went wrong, the other party's goal can only be Min'e."

For the sake of safety, most of the tents in the convoy were not far apart, except for Min'e in the center, which was separated by a short distance in order to avoid taboos. Of course, Fang Ming and the others must have set up a defensive circle for this.

Xiang Yang moved his feet and quietly approached Min'e's tent. Before he arrived, he heard an angry roar spreading in the wilderness. It was Sun Peisheng's voice.

A roar startled the entire convoy, and everyone rushed to Min'e's big tent like crazy, even the servants who had no martial arts skills.

However, these people were belatedly aware. Xiang Yang was the first to arrive at the camp, but did not show up directly. Instead, he hid his breath and approached quietly through the darkness.

In the eye, there are two groups of black shadows intertwined, one is Sun Peisheng, at this moment, like an angry lion, with long hair flying, arms swung, like a sledgehammer, like a big axe, the ground cracked under his feet, splashing in all directions,

Xiang Yang narrowed his eyes, and Sun Peisheng used an extremely fierce boxing technique, with continuous strength and a crisp sound, because there was no real energy to release, he could only strike close to the body.

However, this person's combat strength is strong, and he practiced Ge Chong's bronze statue skill, and his arms and legs were all trained into a bronze body, which is unparalleled.

Whether it is internal qi or external weapons, it is very difficult to break through the bronze body. It is not much weaker than ordinary masters who release zhenqi externally. This is also the strength of horizontal martial arts practitioners.

However, the man who fought against Sun Peisheng was even more powerful. He used a small borrowed martial art between his hands and feet, and he often tapped and cut Sun Peisheng's physical weaknesses, such as chest and abdomen acupuncture points, bones and joints, even though the opponent roared again and again, with a savage aura. It is fierce, but it is difficult to cause any damage to the mysterious person.

After less than ten strokes, Sun Peisheng's tall body suddenly collapsed, his whole body was stiff, no matter how hard he was to move, he could only watch helplessly as the man was about to break into Min'e's camp.

This is because the acupoints and joints are controlled by the accumulation of the opponent's true qi. Compared with the opponent's inner qi, Sun Peisheng's internal energy is simply vulnerable, completely at two levels.

But just before this person, an afterimage had already swept to the front of the camp to guard it. It was Lu Guo's eight-step chasing cicadas. It looked pretty bad, but it was actually an extremely clever method of lightening one's body, known for its speed .

Lu Guo and the mysterious man fought fast, waving their arms into afterimages, and were finally thrown flying by the blow and fell to the ground with pale faces, obviously injured.

This mysterious man defeated Sun Peisheng Lu State one after another, but he was defeated without killing him. It was definitely not because he had good intentions, but because time was running out and he had to fight quickly to avoid being surrounded by others.

Just when he was about to rush into the big tent again, Xiang Yang finally made a move before Fang Ming and others came, and pointed out with the phantom Yin finger force, and the soft and cold finger force formed a fine and inescapable big net in the void.

The mysterious man punched, although the power of the Yin Yin finger was broken, but he was not feeling well, his body trembled, and he slowly turned his gaze to Xiang Yang who had been there for a long time but no one was paying attention.

At this time, Fang Ming and others finally arrived. Dozens of people held torches and surrounded the men in black robes with hoods. Min'e and Huo Tingting also walked out of the tent without much panic.

It's just that Huo Tingting saw that Sun Peisheng, who was lying on the ground, showed a trace of worry, bit her thin lips tightly, and then looked at the mysterious people surrounded as if nothing had happened.

"Who are you? The Huo family doesn't seem to have a master like you?"

Facing the encirclement, the mysterious man didn't feel much pressure. Instead, he asked Xiang Yang very solemnly, his voice hoarse, as if he was deliberately lowering and changing his voice.

He defeated Sun Peisheng and Lu Guo one after another. He was extremely proud of his martial arts skills, but he was faintly invincible in the face of the big net laid by Xiang Yangwai's phantom yin finger force, so he asked fearfully.

At this time, Min'e also realized that the two masters of her family had stopped cooking, and her eyebrows raised slightly. This is not good news. It has not been a day, so why did such masters appear to be against her?
Xiang Yang didn't answer, but secretly thought about who this master would be. Fang Ming told him many people today, but each has its own characteristics in martial arts, and there is absolutely no one who is the same as the person in front of him.

It is not easy to beat Sun Peisheng technically with small and soft moves, and to beat Lu Guo with fast fighting.

When the scene was stagnant, Min Feng rubbed his sleepy eyes and ran out in his pajamas, muttering impatiently, and was startled when he saw the confrontation scene.

And Min Feng's appearance seemed to give the mysterious man a breakthrough, he rushed towards Min Feng instantly, wounded seven or eight warriors along the way, captured Min Feng in his hand, clasped five fingers, pinched it at Min Feng's throat, and glanced left and right ,
"Back off, everyone back off, or I will kill this kid."

It was only then that Min Feng came to his senses, he yelled like a pig, and then choked in his throat, he felt that the person holding him was slowly increasing his strength, trying to strangle him to death.

But Xiang Yang frowned tightly, looking at the mysterious man and Min Feng a little weirdly.

(End of this chapter)