The God of Martial Arts

Chapter 613 Getting Started
Xiang Yang led the way, followed by everyone, and came to the red copper door that was integrated with the whole hall. With a slight push, the door of the knife-testing hall was pushed open, and a strong suction pulled everyone into the hall. Inside.

After entering the main hall, the copper door behind him was already closed. Shocked, Chai Ba Chai Jiu took a few steps back to push the door, but found that no matter how hard he tried, luck, the door would not budge. arrived status.

Xiang Yang didn't pay attention to these, but just observed the environment in the knife testing hall. There were countless knives hanging above his head. There were all kinds of knives, long, short, wide, thick, and the styles were varied. , like a sea of ​​knives.

In the north facing the copper gate, on the edge of the copper wall, there are three tall puppets standing with knives, wearing black, blue, and gold armor, and the people who escaped seem to only mention one black iron puppet, It is somewhat different from the live environment.

Everyone had sharp eyes, and soon discovered that behind the three puppets were three different secret doors, which were only blocked by majestic bodies, and they couldn't be seen without careful observation.

On the back of the heads of the three puppets, there is a character engraved on each of them, the black iron is the beginning, the bronze is the height, and the gold armor is the god, which corresponds to the three gates.

Obviously, the three puppets have different levels, and the secret doors they entered after the challenge are also different. Presumably, there is also a gap in the final income. For a while, everyone focused on the golden armored puppet on the far right.

These three puppets were made in the shape of human beings, just like the main hall, the whole body is one, the knife in the hand is also melted in the palm of the hand, it is extremely miraculous.

Xiang Yang was still observing, and the rumbling trembling sound had already sounded. The golden-armored puppet slowly turned his head, took a step forward, stirred up dust, raised his right arm covered in golden light, and pointed the three-foot golden knife flatly at Xiang Yang. , a gust of wind came out, showing the ferocity of the power.

"It seems that there is indeed something controlling this knife test hall. Pick me when you come up, pick me, pick me, and it seems to be the strongest golden armored puppet, which is a bit interesting."

Facing the provocation of the golden-armored puppet, Xiang Yang stepped forward happily. It is really rare that the other party can bring him some pressure.

This was a feeling he hadn't seen for a long time. For this reason, not only was he not afraid or worried, but he felt rather excited.

"Brother Xiang, be careful."

Seeing Xiang Yang's imposing manner and calm demeanor, the remaining few people admired each other, but Yan Mumei seemed very worried and spoke out to remind him.

Pointing with the right hand together, pointing out a one-finger Zen finger force, volleying down a long knife hanging above the hall, and at the same time changing fingers into claws, generating a suction force, and holding the falling long knife in his hand.

After holding it, rubbing your fingers together, all kinds of information about the knife appeared in Xiang Yang's mind.

How much is the length of the knife, how much is the weight of the knife, what kind of knife is suitable for it, and how much real energy the texture of the knife can withstand, etc., just like a human knife that has been in use for many years, without any omissions.

Monk Yuantong put his hands on the Jiedao at his waist, looked at Xiang Yang who closed his eyes and was feeling, with a little shock on his fat face, murmured, then shook his head with a wry smile.

The man with the black scabbard sword on his back also had gloomy eyebrows, his hands hanging on both sides of his waist were clenched into fists, his veins were bulging, and his heart was obviously turbulent.

It is not uncommon among the swordsmen in Fangtiandi to comprehend the Dao of the sword, such as the unity of human and sword, but it is quite different if one can do this with any knife.

And just when everyone was thinking about it, the golden-armored puppet changed from its previous clumsiness and clumsiness, and ran towards Xiang Yang with brisk footwork, and slashed towards Xiang Yang with the golden knife in his hand.

An ordinary move, but like an old swordsman who has practiced swords for many years, it has endless aftertaste, and the puppet is tall, standing high, and the momentum soars, with a domineering aura that can determine the world.

This is the same as stir-frying. The more common the ingredients, the better the cooking skills of the cook can be shown. Stir-fried cabbage is a master craftsman.

Seeing this move, Xiang Yang did not dodge or dodge, with the sword in front of his chest, his eyes sparkling, and his blond hair fluttering. Although his body is far less tall than a puppet, his aura and temperament are really high. Dead puppets are comparable.

At the same time, Xiang Yang yelled the word "kill" and stepped forward with his right foot, as if he was in the middle of a battlefield full of fighting. The two armies in a bloody sword fight fought against each other, advancing but not retreating. The shiny silver blade met the golden sword. Collide,

The ten styles of bloody battle is a formidable sword technique in the Yellow family. It comes from Li Jing of the Tang Dynasty. It is good at fighting for supremacy, but short at fighting in the rivers and lakes. It was originally not suitable for fighting against golden-armored puppets.

But that's for ordinary people. Xiang Yang's martial arts at this time is great, and the way of the sword is also changing with each passing day. No matter what kind of sword move is used, it is actually a variant of the Ruyi Tianmo Sword.

This knife is the culmination of Xiang Yang's swordsmanship. When attacking from the front, everything is invincible and everything is invincible. Even if the skill is much higher than that of Xiang Yang, it may not be able to match the unparalleled sharpness of this knife.

When the blades collided, the ear-piercing zla sound came out with sparks, and it turned into rippling sound waves, causing countless long knives hanging above the hall to ding-dong, and some of the fragile materials burst into pieces. The fragments rained down from the sky, with chills in the desolate beauty.

The people in front of the bronze gate of the main hall were also attacked by this blow. Yan Mumei was protected by the blue sky sword, and she was still safe, but her face was pale because she was worried about Xiang Yang.

Monk Yuantong frowned and chanted scriptures. The diffused sound wave came out, canceled out the scriptures in his mouth, and vibrated again, forcing him to retreat ten steps. Every step would step out of the red copper floor A clear shoe print.

The fifth ancestor was even more unbearable. If Chai Ba Chai Jiu hadn't exhausted his energy to resist this blow, he would have died under the sonic aftershock.

Because Chai Ba and Chai Jiu were protecting the fifth ancestor, they suffered internal injuries and vomited blood, especially Chai Ba, whose vitality had not yet recovered from the previous injury.

Only the most inconspicuous and non-existent man with a long sword in a black scabbard seemed much calmer, and he was also retreating, but he was not resisting. Every time he took a step back, the sound waves from him were reduced by a layer in front of him. After a few steps, nothing happened.

This once again proves that this person has an extraordinary background and unpredictable martial arts.

However, he was deterred by the aftermath of this shock, and his eyes were full of deep fear and a little fear when he looked at Xiang Yang, and at the same time, there was a trace of pathological killing intent, a kind of seeing that he was stronger and better than himself, The pathological killing intent that must be destroyed.

Xiang Yang and the golden-armored puppet passed by, lowered their heads and sighed, and saw the silver long knife in their hands turned into ashes and fell to the ground.

If this knife is a divine knife cut, the blade must be intact, but it is a pity that he has always missed one level, and this level is the difference between immortality and mortals, two realms.

Of course, he is infinitely close to that level, even if there is no seven-style magical sword change, it will take two years at the shortest time, or three years at the longest, and he will be able to sharpen this sword after all.

Now there are seven magic sword changes, and with the help of heavenly scriptures, this time will be greatly shortened.

Turning his head to look at the man with the black sheath and long sword who had the intent to kill him, he nodded slightly at him, smiled, and then walked towards the secret door hidden behind the golden armored puppet.

The man was sweating on his forehead, his heart felt chilly, and his arms and thighs were covered with goose bumps. What does this smile mean?Did he see my background?

Xiang Yang didn't care about anything else, and when he came to the secret door, no one pushed it, but he opened it by himself. Xiang Yang stepped in, and the secret door closed, as if it had never appeared before.

While everyone was anxious, the golden-armored puppet that was ten feet tall suddenly exploded, shooting out countless fine and sharp saber energy from its body, and the head of the golden-armored puppet rolled down in front of everyone. The remaining seven people who watched were speechless. Looking at each other, they could only smile wryly.

Xiang Yang's knife was so powerful that it directly destroyed the golden armored puppet. In other words, there was no way for them to enter the secret door corresponding to the golden armored puppet.

Yan Mumei was also a little flustered, but the knife box in her hand trembled slightly, unconsciously, she took a step forward, followed by a black iron-armored puppet leaning against the copper wall, pointing the tip of the black knife at Yan Mumei.

(End of this chapter)