The God of Martial Arts

Chapter 536

In the secret room, the wooden shelf on the north wall has the most swords, a total of 21 swords, and there are many sharp weapons of the first class of treasure soldiers.

Xiang Yang picked up a handle casually, the sword light was like rainbow waves, stabbing with one hand, roaring like a shooting star, both fast, steady and ruthless, the whistling wind came out, and the air flow was turbulent, which was comparable to the swordsmanship attainments of a first-class swordsman.

This is the saber of the Feihong swordsman who ran rampant in Lingnan 30 years ago. He challenged Xiang Wei with superb swordsmanship, and was defeated after [-] moves. He was blinded in one eye by Sunflower Kuai Needle. It became Xiang Wei's collection.

Xiang Yang secretly said a good sword in his heart, and of course, he didn't have any more thoughts, so he went to another weapon shelf to look for a knife in his hand.

The knives rank second in the inventory, with a total of seventeen handles, none of which are ordinary. Even if there are ordinary ones, their owners must be extraordinary and strong.

Xiang Yang casually picked up a big knife with nine rings on the blade and an iron ring. It was four feet six long and unpretentious in shape. The edge of the blade was dark red. It was a killing knife. It is a kind of heroic atmosphere.

Its owner was the Desert Kuang Dao, a Wulin Wulin in the southwest of Daliang 20 years ago, who was famous all over the world. He used the Kuang Sand Dao method to fight against Xiang Wei.

There is also a long knife with a sharp silver blade and a thin and narrow body. It is named Chuanyun. Its owner is a generation of legendary swordsman a hundred years ago. Love it.

Xiang Yang put down the cloud piercing knife, glanced at the remaining knives one by one, and finally caught a glimpse of the scimitar in the middle, his eyes lit up, is this the night sky?
The scimitar is three feet long, shaped like a crescent moon, the blade is slightly protruding, the handle is like a bird's beak, and the murderous aura is exposed from the whole body. Compared with it, the nine-ring sword and the piercing cloud knife are also slightly inferior.

Although Xiang Yang's tourmaline knife in Dazhou is not bad, but it is not a precious soldier. Compared with this Nightless Sky, the gap is very obvious.

300 years ago, the madman of Chu defeated one hundred thousand soldiers of Daliang, beheaded the saint of Daliang in battle, and shocked the world with his knowledge of self-cultivation, thus entering a new era of Jianghu. Heroes appear once every ten years, and there are few myths in a hundred years.

Although there are few myths, there are countless heroes, but there is a person in it who has become a legend as a woman.

In less than half a year, she defeated the heads of nine sects, amazed the world, and then disappeared for three years, and no one knew where she went.

Three years later, this woman came back out of the arena and organized twelve well-known masters to enter Shenjing, which was recorded in the annals of history. Only after that did Liang Bin, Emperor Wu of Liang, gain the reputation of being invincible in the world.

At that time, this woman was known as the queen of the night, with a sharp machete, unparalleled in the world.

However, it is said that she yearns for the light, so the scimitar in her hand is the night sky, which means there is no night.

Xiang Yang didn't know why this woman came and went in a hurry, and he didn't understand her intention of entering the rivers and lakes to contact the masters to break into Shenjing. He only knew that Bu Yetian was a rare treasured sword.

Xiang Wei also beheaded more than 20 first-class masters for this knife in the past. He snatched this knife from the hands of a generation of snitches and regarded it as a treasure. There was no discussion.

Raising the big hand, the air flow was turbulent, and it turned into a vortex-like suction force, taking Buyetian, which was lying horizontally on the shelf, into the palm of his hand, rubbing the edge of the blade slightly, and the Ruyi Tianmo's one-style sword technique was unexpectedly smooth , fit, and even an unspeakable magic permeated out of the knife.

Xiang Yang faintly realized that the method of this magic sword is to be used with the full moon scimitar, so that the power can be brought into full play, especially in many changes, the use of the long knife is not as delicate and mysterious as the scimitar.

Just when he was happy, there was a sudden sound of fighting outside the secret room. Xiang Yang's heart moved. Step out.

After the slight rumbling sound of gears, the hidden door of the secret room closed, as if it had never appeared before, but Xiang Yang already had a Nightwing handle around his waist.

In the compound outside the study, a dozen or so escorts trained by the Xiang family were being forced back by a man holding a pine-patterned long sword.

This person's swordsmanship is strict, well-organized, and his moves are closely linked. Every sword strike can be hit on the acupoints of the masters of the Xiang family.

Seeing this scene after Xiang Yang went out, he nodded slightly. This sword technique is made by kneading the superior point punching technique and the pine and cypress sword technique. The sword is small and exquisite, and often wins by changing.

"Enough, Song Rubi, did you break into my Zhenyuan Escort in the middle of the night and deceive me that there is no one there? Or do you want to cause a fight between my Zhenyuan Escort and the Songshan Sword Sect?"

Xiang Zhao, who is possessed by Xiang Yang in this life, has a clear voice, and when he uttered a word with a lion's roar, not only Song Rubi was taken aback, but even the masters of the Xiang family's bodyguards couldn't believe it. Accomplishments?

Song Rubi is dressed in green clothes, beautiful and precious, although his appearance is not as exquisite as Xiang Zhaolai's, he has a heroic spirit, and he dared to enter the headquarter of the Zhenyuan Escort by himself, his courage is not ordinary.

This person is the head disciple of the Songshan Sword Sect, and also the senior brother and senior sister of Xiang Zhao's fiancée Xue Fuling.

"I haven't seen you for a few months, but your words have become more and more sharp, but this is just a battle of words, I don't know if you will fight Li Hai half a month later, can you use this mouth to force him back?

I am here for your own good. Master hopes that you can postpone the first battle in half a month. If you are afraid that you will not be able to suppress the Li family, master can come forward in person. "

Song Rubi was only slightly surprised, and then returned to normal. Although his skill is good, there is more than one way in this world to quickly improve a person's skill, and a sudden increase in skill does not come without a price.

If Xiang Zhao thinks that he can defeat Li Hai and protect the face of himself and the Zhenyuan Escort, he is very wrong.

Only in the hands of a god can a magic weapon be rejuvenated and invincible. If a mediocre person has power, he is still a mediocre person.

In his eyes, Xiang Yang is just a naughty boy with no strength but no skills. Wouldn't it hurt himself to swing a hammer?
Xiang Yang laughed, his voice was heroic, shaking the entire courtyard, there was a crack in the porcelain flower pot, and people were disturbed.

Stepping forward again, with a body like a spear and an imposing manner like a front, he pressed his left hand on the edge of the sheath around his waist, and waved his hand slightly, and the masters of the bodyguards retracted their weapons one after another, standing quietly behind Xiang Yang, with strange eyes Watching Xiang Yang.

This is not the first time they have seen Xiang Zhao, but it is the most reassuring moment. The Xiang family is their head. A snake can't do without a head. And if there is a dragon head, it is only a matter of time before the snake turns into a dragon. They hope so.

"There's really no need for lip-to-mouth battles.

One knife, Song Rubi, take the one knife from me and talk about other things.

We have known each other for three years, and we have only seen your sword skills. Today, I invite you to comment on Xiang's sword. "

The next moment, a clanging sound pierced the sky, dispelling the darkness, and a ray of light that was more dazzling than the sun bloomed in the moonlit night. With the scimitar, the night sky cut out the wishful demon, and performed a series of eight moves. Mang flashed.

Facing this knife, Song Rubi's whole body seemed to fall into a bottomless abyss, and his energy and spirit were split at the moment Xiang Yang pulled out the knife. A line of blood slowly appeared.

(End of this chapter)