The God of Martial Arts

Chapter 518 Dragon Elephant Tutuo
"So that's how it is. He is really contradictory. He doesn't want to kill me, but he has to do it because he was entrusted by others. But I still want to thank you for giving me this opportunity."

Xiang Yang was happy in his heart, with a smile on his face, and then disappeared. The enemy has given him such an opportunity, if he still can't grasp it, he really deserves to die.

From the very beginning, these five people were not in the same group. They each had their own thoughts and plans, so he was given a chance to defeat them one by one. Therefore, it was too early to say that it was a dead end.

"The strength of the dragon and elephant belongs to me, Xiang Yang, take the big handprint of the dragon and elephant from the Sa family."

The Dragon Elephant Tutuo hummed, its body suddenly grew another foot, and its whole body swelled like a monster. With a deep breath, there was a wave of air visible to the naked eye. Fortunately, the cassock was loose, otherwise it would have exploded at this time. naked man.

As for the Dragon Elephant Mahamudra, Xiang Yang also experienced it once in Zhong Qing's body. However, compared with the Dragon Elephant Toutuo's martial arts, the gap between this son's martial arts is too big, just like the Mahamudra martial arts at this time.

Toutuo's big palms are bright red and the textures are fully visible. This martial art has reached the state of both form and spirit. It is like a flying dragon and a giant elephant galloping forward, with surging strength. The strength is so majestic and fierce that Xiang Yang can't match it.

In particular, this person controls the fierce and domineering dragon-elephant mahamudra with a Buddha's heart. The momentum, spirit and palm power are harmonious and perfect, forming a resonance, just like the ancient demon god who controls the dragon and elephant. The spiritual oppression is unparalleled. Ordinary people dare to compete with the demon god ?

"it is good."

Xiang Yang's heart was full of orange colored glass, dispelling the shadows covering his heart, with a solemn face, he clenched his right hand and punched the dragon-elephant big mudra, which seemed to be real but empty, with continuous and inexhaustible strength.

Kongming Fist, Flying Strength, Fighting and Star Shifting, and other martial arts are integrated into one furnace, and it is necessary to use the fist from the air to the soft to deal with the palm from the rigid to the fierce.

With the sound of a wave, it was like a bubble being smashed, fists and palms were handed over, Xiang Yang's face turned cinnabar red instantly, his blood flowed to the limit, his muscles and bones crackled, and a foot-deep slippery hole appeared directly under his feet.

At the next moment, a layer of soil waves like waves surged in the four directions within a radius of Zhang Nei where Long Xiang Tutuo and Xiang Yang fought. Breaks through the soil and shoots in all directions.

Woohoo, Xiao Hei frantically ran away with his tail between his legs, while Wang Lun and the middle-aged man holding a sword had their eyes lit up, and they flew towards them. Qi hit at the same time.

Xiang Yang suppressed the vibrating viscera, muscles, bones, skin and flesh, and used his strength to fly back, avoiding Wang Lun's ultimate move while the three of them were surprised, like dancing with the tip of a knife, and the vacant five fingers were like playing a lute, jingling and crisp , the invisible saber energy erupted loudly, with a dazzling edge.

With the martial arts of Wang Lun and the middle-aged sword-bearer, they are still reluctant to deal with it, and the touch of stone is so sharp that Xiang Yang deserves to be juxtaposed with the magic sword.

Xiang Yang just used emptiness and softness to deal with the strong and powerful handprint martial arts of Longxiang Toutuo, just because he wanted to guard against Wang Lun and the other two. At this time, he escaped. A regretful martial art.

Those who know how to advance and retreat without losing their righteousness are the only saints. Although they don't use palms, they have actually used the essence of martial arts. Subduing the dragon is not limited to palms, but martial arts, the way of reason.

"Haha, good, born a genius, there are such people, this is the first time the Sa family has seen someone like you."

The sound of the Dragon Elephant Tutuo vibrated for several miles, lowered countless grasses, and its face was glowing with precious light. It bent its knees and jumped like a fragrant elephant stepping on a river. Cover again with big hands.

This move is similar to Jiang Boling's move that day, but the difference is that Jiang Boling is good at changing, and he has internal injuries, which is far less powerful than the dragon elephant tutuo's cover, which is powerful and calm, earth-shattering, and only in one palm.

Under the extremely domineering palm gesture, a smile appeared on the corner of Xiang Yang's mouth, a gust of wind passed by his ears, and a flying knife appeared in his hand silently.

Faced with this knife, Longxiang Toutuo's eyes suddenly dimmed. Such a genius is the one he pursues day and night.

A long time ago, Dragon Elephant Tutuo was just a small novice monk in a temple, and his aptitude was inferior among his brothers and sisters.

For this reason, he also complained and was discouraged. Why should he be inferior to others in the world?Why is the boxing technique that I have practiced for ten days, but it is not as profound as others' one-day practice?
However, complaining, complaining, discouragement, and discouragement can't make him strong, and can't make him follow in the footsteps of his brothers, and finally he is slowly left behind in martial arts.

Until one day, his teacher called him into his room, and had a long talk with him all night, asking him to do two things every day, persist for a month, and there will definitely be some changes.

First, don't look at other people's achievements, no matter what boxing techniques your brothers and sisters have practiced, and what level they have practiced, don't look at them, don't pay attention to them.

Second, practice only the best martial arts he has learned every day, over and over again, regardless of whether he feels he has improved or not.

A month later, he defeated a junior who was ranked ahead of him, and suddenly realized that if he finds the right direction and keeps working hard, even if he has poor aptitude, he can still achieve something of his own.

But today, he has practiced the Dragon-Elephant Mahamudra for nearly 20 years, and he has always been consistent. He has carried out his life and will in the martial arts he is best at. Even a genius like Xiang Yang who shines in the rivers and lakes will never shake his mind.

The sound of the dragon's chant, the trembling of the giant elephant, all the past in his mind was covered by a flash of light, and the flying knife crossed his big handprint and shot towards the throat of the dragon elephant Tutuo.

Xiang Yang's spirit attached to the flying knife has been broken, only the spirit and energy remain, and the power is still invincible.

Just when Wang Lun and the sword-wielding middle-aged were in trouble, and Xiang Yang felt that he had a chance to win, Xiao Li's flying knife, which was invincible and invincible, was suddenly bent into a curl by a fist with an iron-blue texture, and sparks splashed , Iron filings were flying, and the violent shock produced by the collision of the two was comparable to the sound of thunder in the sky, with a loud bang, shaking the wilderness birds and beasts.

The next moment, Long Xiang Tutuo stood on the spot, his left hand was dripping with blood, and his little finger fell off. His brows were only frowned on his solemn face, and he didn't feel the pain in his bones at all.

He blocked the killing blow of the flying knife, but the knife's aura was so strong that it cut off his finger.

Xiang Yang's heart skipped a beat, seeing Longxiang Toutuo's unprecedented solemnity, for example, the throwing knife missed, but it was by no means that he kept his hand, but that this person's martial arts were indeed terrifying.

"It's not Li Tanhua's flying knife, after all, it's just a flying knife skill, not the magical skill of Xiao Li's flying knife.

Even so, this person is very rare, the world is so big, there are indeed many heroes. "

Xiang Yang was not angry or discouraged, but with a trace of sincere admiration. Isn't such a martial arts, such a person worthy of his admiration?
In the battle between the weak, the strong is still only the weak. Only by winning the battle among the strong can it be valuable.

(End of this chapter)