The God of Martial Arts

Chapter 413 Flying Knife
Xiang Yang's martial arts at this time has improved a lot compared to when he was fighting Huang Lang. Even if masters like Hong Tai and Guo Peng join forces, they are not his opponents.

However, since Min Beixuan is an envoy of the Ice Demon lineage, he is naturally not an idler. The Ice Demon's aura is strong and cold, and his realm is higher than that of Xiang Yang. His swordsmanship can be called a honed killing technique, simple and direct.

Xiang Yang and his bare hands confronted him, the pressure was not small, but the pressure was also the driving force. Under the catalysis of such a master of martial arts, no matter the tricks, or the experience of fighting the enemy, the control of timing, the application of Qi machine, All have different degrees of improvement.

Clenching fist seals is an ice-breaking fist, the fist is dignified, like breaking an iceberg, three hands linked together, the footsteps use a footwork, moving step by step, pushing forward layer by layer, the space in front of Min Beixuan's body is like a world of ice and snow, and frost is born out of thin air.

Wang Xin has used this boxing method before, but compared with Min Beixuan, it is really a world apart. Whether it is skill, boxing intention, or momentum, it is completely in two realms.

Xiang Yang didn't retreat or evade, he made a hand knife in front of his chest to cut ninety-nine and eighty-one times, the knife rubbed against the air, the sharpness of the knife was unmatched, the energy surged, and there was a hot fire rising in front of him.

Between the two, the sound of piercing ice and fire came out, and the smoke was lingering. Suddenly, they were locked within a radius of three feet by an invisible energy, which lasted for a long time.

If a fool in the mountains sees this scene, I'm afraid he will be scared to pee on the spot, and it is common to mistakenly think that the immortal is alive.

Soon, a bang sounded, and a shadow was shaken back from the hazy white mist, pedaling and cracking the ground, and retreated seven steps. His face was pale and red, it was Min Beixuan.

Xiang Yang walked out of the white mist Shi Shiran, like a giant whale in the sea, with viscous blood rushing and surging in his body, steaming.

The two faced each other head-on, although the opponent's Ice Demon Qigong was powerful and extremely profound, but in the end he was defeated by the three-point return to vitality and the wood-burning saber technique.

"Young man, let's stop at this time, let's not violate the water of the well, don't force me and you to die."

Min Beixuan's complexion was sometimes pale and sometimes rosy. It was caused by the force of fire from the wood-burning knife intruding into his body and suppressing him. He never thought that his decades of skill would be no match for a mere boy who was only ten years old. merit.

Xiang Yang didn't answer, but was secretly vigilant, and stopped ten steps away from Min Beixuan, with a small flying knife in his hand, pinching it at his fingertips.

With his current strength, it is easy to defeat Min Beixuan, but it is very difficult to kill him. If he uses the saber technique recklessly, it is [-]% possible.

However, there is Quexie in the pool not far away. If the saber intent entangles the opponent's spirituality, he doesn't want to be bled again when his strength is insufficient.

Min Beixuan's face turned cold, and he spat out a mouthful of blood, which fell to the ground with a scalding sound, and tapped several large acupoints with both hands, slightly treating the injury.

A pair of eyes stared at Xiang Yang, and the ice demon energy in his body slowly condensed into a ball like ice crystals. This is a secret method with explosive potential that he has collected, which can instantly exert his full strength.

Both of them were prepared to use their hole cards, it just depends on who is more skilled.

The moment Min Beixuan stepped forward, Xiang Yang smiled slightly, tilted his head, closed his eyes, and shot out the flying knife in his hand, shining brighter than the daylight in the dark night.

The light of the spatula was full of murderous intent, reflected in Min Beixuan's eyes, it was the brightest light of a knife he had ever seen in this life.

In the light of the knife, there was a faint picture of a giant green lion with its head on the sky and its feet on the ground, with hair like a river, rushing towards him, with a vicious aura in it.

Min Beixuan was timid in his heart, his spiritual world trembled, Bing Xin reflected the reality, a flying knife was already close in front of him, he used the greatest strength in his life to block it with his right hand, and after a tearing sound, he took away a string of blood beads.

Buzzing, blood gushing out, ticking, blood dripping, Min Beixuan touched his neck with his right hand, it was wet, and lifted it to his eyes, his eyes were bright red, he was dead.

Xiang Yang took a deep breath, opened his eyes, and his eyes were much more tired than the previous battles, showing weakness.

Although Min Beixuan in front of him was still standing there, his throat had already been pierced by a flying knife, and all the flesh and blood around his left and right were cut by the fierce knife energy. Unless he was a monster, he would never survive.

"Sure enough, it's a flying knife of the highest realm. I thought it was right."

Xiao Li's flying knife is a supreme method of attacking and killing. It gathers the three treasures of the human body's energy and spirit, and its power surpasses what Xiang Yang has learned. It is not a problem to kill the enemy by leapfrogging.

It's just that there is one key point in this kung fu, the three treasures of spirit, energy, and spirit. Xiang Yang knows how to apply the three treasures of spirit, energy, and spirit. Only the way of God has been difficult to accomplish in the past.

This is because he experienced Nan Xiaoru in the Illusory Secret Realm, and he was so sad that he practiced this skill with the method of sculpting to the smallest detail. In the first battle in this world, he almost killed a strong opponent like Lin Yuanguang, and his power cannot be said to be weak.

However, in the final analysis, he felt guilt, gratitude, admiration and other complicated emotions for Nan Xiaoru, and it was not love, it was powerful, that's all.

It wasn't until he practiced the Lion's Roar, from which he got a glimpse of a green lion concept, which can strengthen the spirit and strengthen the will, that he had another understanding of Xiao Li Feidao.

The greatness of Li Xun Huan is definitely not because he is willing to green himself and give up Lin Shiyin to his "brother", but because of his compassion for the world and humanity, and his noble spirit of pursuing the way of the benevolent.

The reason why heroes are heroes is because they uphold justice and do the right way. For an honest person, he hopes to have such a hero living around him, killing demons and evil, and clearing away the darkness.

The power of his throwing knife is unrivaled in the world, and it has nothing to do with any love, but his spirit is strong, his will penetrates the soul, and once the knife is thrown, it's not that others don't want to hide, it's not that others don't want to avoid it, but they can't do it.

When Xiang Yang sent out Xiao Li's flying knife just now, he poured his spirit into the flying knife superficially, which is far more direct and more authentic than bringing the spirit into the flying knife through the injury of the mind.

That's why, his spirit blinded Min Beixuan's spirit, causing him to have illusions in front of him. If he hadn't practiced the Ice Demon Qigong, his spirit would be frozen, and even when he was about to die, he would still be trapped in the spiritual world and unable to extricate himself.

In a sense, after this knife, Xiang Yang really embarked on the path of flying knife supremacy.

And with the Liuli Heart Sutra, Xiang Yang's spiritual cultivation will become more and more profound, and the power of the flying knife will also increase day by day, becoming stronger and stronger. As long as the spirit grows, the power will never end.

While the mind was stirring, water waves exploded in the pool, but the evil circled and danced, and inserted into Min Beixuan's body in an instant. In just a short moment, the originally majestic and powerful man had shrunk so badly that he was like a mummified corpse.

"This damn knife is really an evil knife. If you get it in the future, you have to use it carefully, otherwise you will become a monster that everyone shouts and beats."

Xiang Yang took a few steps back, away from Quexie, his eyes were flickering, although he could be regarded as the master of the sword, he was really not sure that he would not be harmed by the sword.

According to his understanding, in the past, the Min and Zhuang families also had saber masters who could communicate with this saber, but unfortunately they were all seduced by this saber in the end, and ended up exhausted and died young.

"If the two love each other for a long time, how can they be in the day and night, but they are evil, you have to understand me, and I will marry you after I have cultivated innately, no, I will marry you, and then accompany me to travel the world and fight against all heroes. "

Xiang Yang felt the dissatisfaction conveyed in the evil knife, and said with a serious face.

He has a feeling that he is a poor boy who wants to marry Bai Fumei. The other party has had several relationship experiences before, but because of the mismatch of their family backgrounds, there is no good result.

Now it's his turn. Although the love is stable, but the career is not successful, it is still not good. After all, we have to work hard.

(End of this chapter)