The God of Martial Arts

Chapter 612 Take the lead

Slowly taking a step forward, Xiang Yang's skin was beating like water ripples and waves, and the endless squeezing force came from all directions, and there were more undercurrent changes than when he stood still before.

Xiang Yang is like a pious seeker, covered under the yellow sand, walking hunched, wading through a shallow straight line trace, compared with Yu Du who was instantly swallowed by the yellow sand and Yan Mumei who had a magic knife to protect her body, it was plain It shows its own majestic background.

Seeing this, Yuantong murmured a sentence in his mouth. It is one of the horizontal magic skills of Jialan Temple, the Golden Summit Magic Kungfu. Vertically, it was like a huge boulder falling to the ground, smashing Shahe into a deep pit, and then it was slowly covered.

Next, some people rushed to the cliff one after another, and they could survive the erosion of the sand river with their own strength. Those who were not confident would think of other ways.

For example, the Fifth Xianjun, his martial arts were below the average level on the field, but the two guards, Chai Ba, Chai Jiu, were clean and strong in martial arts. Each of them lifted an arm, and the three of them fell into the yellow sand in a state of standing. .

The three of them helped each other with true qi, and together they protected the beautiful sword-shaped jade in the hands of the fifth ancestor. No matter how violent the wild sand was, they couldn't do anything to them, which shows how powerful the fifth family is.

In the middle, there was a self-respecting swordsman who died instantly after jumping into the yellow sand. There was only a layer of fine sand that was then dyed red, and was swept away and destroyed without a trace.

With such a big wave washing away the sand, even if the leaders of various forces stood in front of the cliff and did not go down the Shahe River, there were only eight people who came to the soft and flat ground behind the Shahe River.

Xiang Yang and Yan Mumei, the fifth ancestor and Chai Bachaijiu, monk Yuantong, a man with a bamboo hat, and finally a man with a long sword in a black sheath.

This last person has an extremely weak sense of existence, with ordinary looks, ordinary body, ordinary momentum, and even ordinary skill, the kind who can be thrown into the crowd and cannot be found in the blink of an eye.

Xiang Yang didn't know which force he came with, let alone the origin of the other party, but this person gave him a very bad feeling, and such an ordinary person could actually cross the Shahe River, so he was more on guard.

Spiritual spying is not omnipotent, and there are countless miraculous skills and methods. This person may be a fierce man pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger.

After stepping across the Shahe River, everyone walked forward for a short distance. At the corner of the valley, they saw a bronze cast hall standing horizontally in front of everyone.

On both sides of the main entrance of the main hall are two steel knives that are most common in Jianghu, one is soft and delicate, the other is thick and rough, but everyone can see that these two knives have been eroded by time, and they are empty. The inside can't withstand half a ounce of internal force.

There are three large characters engraved on the top of the main entrance of this hall, the sword test hall, and the martial arts on the mountain wall should be made by the same person. step.

Even the faint buzzing of the blue sky magic knife in the knife box in Yan Mumei's arms was obviously inspired by the extremely powerful knife intent, and she wanted to break out of the box to compete with one of them.

"This is the Knife Trial Hall. Everyone knows that there are iron-clad puppets inside. Anyone who enters it will be attacked by it. Do you come one by one or go in together?"

It was the man in the bamboo hat who lowered his voice. While speaking, he looked sideways at Xiang Yang, obviously hoping to focus on him.

"Poor monk, let me tell you one thing first, there was a brother from Jialan Temple who was the first to step into the knives test hall. He has achieved great success in practicing Jinding magic skills, and he is even better than me.

The end result is that when I broke into this place, the puppet inside used the tip of a knife to cut off the tendons and tendons inch by inch, and smashed the bones with the handle of the knife.

Here, the poor monk wants to advise those who are lucky enough to stay here to stay safe, but if it is for the illusory magical weapons, it is very likely that they will never return. "

Monk Yuantong had a serious face, and after saying these words, he returned to his previous obscene and fat monk appearance, looking at the knife testing hall in front of him, wondering what he was thinking.

"Vald donkey, are you saying that I am not qualified to enter the knife test hall? That's fine, let me show you the methods of my fifth family."

In the presence, Yan Mumei's martial arts were slightly higher than that of the fifth ancestor. When he heard Yuantong's words, he immediately understood that he was talking about himself, and his face was not very good-looking. rush.

When he showed his favor to Xiang Yang, it was because the other party showed enough strength that he had to bow his head in a foreign land. Monk Yuantong had a submissive look from beginning to end, and asked him to teach him a lesson. Of course, the fifth king couldn't bear it.

Xiang Yang coughed, smiled slightly, stopped the Fifth Xianjun, shook his head and said,
"Master Yuantong also has good intentions. The Fifth Young Master doesn't need to be ashamed. Why don't you let Xiang take the lead, and you all stand aside to sweep the battle for me. How about you?"

Xiang Yang's words attracted others to praise him for his righteousness, while Yan Mumei looked worried.

Although taking the lead is not necessarily the same as cannon fodder, it can be used as a reference for latecomers, and the danger is very high. Others can't wait for a master like Xiang Yang to give them a taste of the depth of this knife test hall.

Is Xiang Yang a good person?Of course not, he hadn't been kicked in the head by a donkey, and he didn't have the heart to sacrifice himself for others. The reason why he chose to do this was for himself.

Along the way, Xiang Yang vaguely understands that every level in this valley is a test, an experience, there are dangers and opportunities, it all depends on one's grasp.

He possesses vast magical powers, and his combat prowess is superb in the day after tomorrow. It is not an exaggeration to say that he is the only one who pulls the scorpion.

In addition, he accepted the task of the wordless book about the magic sword transformation. If the magic sword transformation is a kind of martial art inherited from the sword, if someone else gets it first, he will not be able to practice it. Wouldn't that be stupid?That's why he's leading the charge.

In the past, if the martial arts were not successful and the skills were low, it was natural to hide behind and take advantage of it, but now that you have the strength and confidence, why not go?
"Brother Xiang, why don't you take this knife box, the chances of winning are better."

Seeing that Xiang Yang had made up her mind, Yan Mumei was a little anxious, and hurried forward to offer the knife box in her hand, looking at the surprised and clear eyes of others, she was a little shy, her face flushed.

"The female benefactor is overthinking. Xiang Shaoxia's skill is superb, and the way of the sword is unpredictable. If he can't pass the test of the sword, I'm afraid no one in Yongzhou will be able to pass it the day after tomorrow."

Yuantong smiled and spoke, but the words he said did not refute from the people present, especially the fifth lord, who even nodded slightly to express his agreement.

They can't see how the Dao of the Sword is, but with personal experience in martial arts, can there be fakes?

The only one who fluctuated was probably the mediocre man with the long sword in the black scabbard on his back. His lips moved slightly, trying to refute something, but he finally pressed it down, but his eyes flickered from time to time.

(End of this chapter)