The God of Martial Arts

Chapter 713

Xiang Yang put his eyes on Wanyan Bo standing on the five-meter-high arched stone gate in front of him. The arresters behind him were limited by their cultivation and couldn't see his appearance clearly, but he had extraordinary eyesight and burst out with divine light. , see clearly.

This is a man with deep eyes and a high nose. He has a full forehead, a beard full of beards, and his roots stand up like steel needles. His hair is short and curly. The light green looks green on the top of his head. I don’t know whether it is born or acquired. It looks heart-stopping. .

Although the exact age cannot be seen, there is a red silk hanging around the neck, and the blouse made of animal skin is covered, revealing strong and full muscles.

"who are you?

There should be no innate masters in the Shangjun Shenchuangmen. You are willing to sit in the dungeon. It seems that you are also a lackey of the Great Zhou. You should be killed. "

Wanyan Bowen's voice was harsh, his voice was extremely rough, his eyes were still full of surprise at Xiang Yang's shocking roar just now, but the corners of his mouth were cracked, full of murderous intent.

What surprised him was that he didn't expect that the God Catcher Sect was still innately in charge, but he was not scared, that move wasn't enough to scare him.

The sound of killing is like shouting from the bottom of my heart, spurting out from my throat, the temperature in the vicinity is much lower, it is chilling, and it is a terrifying killing intent.

Xiang Yang's face didn't change, but his heart was also dark. This man's murderous nature was even higher than that of Tang Wuyi back then. He seemed to be a great master of Yuanshen. Why is he so congenitally overwhelmed? tricky?

Of course, this person is far worse than Tang Wuyi, and he didn't bring suffocating pressure to Xiang Yang. Even if he doesn't have the advantage of location, relying on magic weapons and magic skills is enough to deal with it.

"Wanyan Bo, this is not the place you should come to, retreat quickly, otherwise there will be damage today."

However, Xiang Yang didn't want to fight blindly, so he spoke out to persuade, and there were hidden evil intentions in his words, and he seduced the demon seeds silently, and spread the wonderful voice of the demon with the aura of wind, even if he couldn't really make the other party retreat, it could still disturb his mind , so that the opponent is very forceful and can only play eight or nine points.

"Hmph, how can such a small skill mess with my will?
Since you don't want to do anything, get out of the way. As long as I find the person I'm looking for, I will naturally leave here. "

The sound came like ripples, and the little ripples echoed in Wanyan Bo's ears, but the murderous intent disappeared like smoke when encountering the pounding, and Xiang Yang's secret method could not have any influence on Wanyan Bo.

"This is really a small character from the Little Demon Claw Sect? No matter how you look at it, something is wrong."

When Xiang Yang saw that the other party was so powerful, he raised the importance of Wanyan Bo again. He didn't believe that the other party could practice such a powerful martial arts just by practicing a little magic claw skill.

But at this moment, the other party's words have been made clear, and the attitude is clearly put there, and any further talking is just a mouthful, which is of no help to the current matter.

With a sound of breaking through the air, Xiang Yang narrowed his eyes, and suddenly clenched his right fist and punched towards the tall arched stone gate in front of him.

A mighty fist of Tianshuang struck out, and the cold air condensed into the void, turning into a white torrent and rushing away.

This punch is fierce, domineering, and cold, and it is even more powerful when it condenses the faint murderous intent. The many days of practice in Xiaoshang Mountain are obviously very beneficial, and Xiang Yang's punch has made remarkable progress.

The group of arresters behind them was even more dazzled. Even if they spent their whole life, they might not be able to achieve one-tenth of such a miraculous skill.

The moment Xiang Yang punched, Wanyan Bo's tall body spun and fell like a top. Avoiding the punch, the cold air fell on the arched stone gate, and frost ice skates could be seen hanging with the naked eye, which showed its power.

Wanyan Bo's body jumped three times in the air, and he rushed to Xiang Yang in an instant like lightning, his claws were green and black, thick smoke billowed, and his evil spirit was terrifying.

The move was a criss-cross attack, fierce and mighty, as if the whole world was going to be torn apart by this blow, it was a blow that combined body and spirit, and gathered true energy.

The head of the Devil's Claw Sect is staying in the dungeon of the God's Catchment Gate, number 6204, and once made a claw towards Xiang Yang, but compared with Wanyan Bo's Devil's Claw now, that claw is simply the gap between mud and gold.

Not only is there a huge difference in skill, but also a huge difference in realm.

Faced with Wanyan Bo's claws, the Houtian policeman behind Xiang Yang was intimidated. He wanted to move his legs and feet to escape from this place, but he didn't move. A dozen of them almost broke out in cold sweat.

If this move is avoided with the wind and shadow of Fengshen's legs, it is likely to pass by in a flash, but behind Xiang Yang is a group of post-acquired police. If he dodges, these people are not enough in martial arts, and they will definitely die in Wanyan Bo's tearing the sky. under the paws.

Therefore, hold up your palms, one palm moves clouds and flowing water, and the other palm clouds and sea waves. Under the overlapping, the crashing sound of waves hitting the reef resounded out of thin air.

The big waves are surging, rolling in, the air around him has become torrential, and all kinds of power are continuous, like a shocking giant stirring up the tide.

This move does not show external force, and it seems that it is not as powerful as the previous Tianshuang Fist, but it actually absorbs the force inside, the force of clouds and water fits the entire world, defending against attack, and the two forms of cloud-dispelling palms overlap.

Ordinary people only feel that the moves are mediocre, and the subtleties in them cannot be realized unless they have reached a certain level of martial arts.

However, Xiang Yang has a high prestige among the arresters. Even if he can't see the mystery, they all know that his martial arts are low and his knowledge is limited, but they are all relieved in their hearts.

"Okay, I'm not a weak person. This person is young. He is not only talented, but also has so much combat experience. Who is he?"

While Wanyan Bo was surprised, crackling air explosions exploded in the void, as if firecrackers were being set off on New Year's Day. Xiang Yang's hands turned into palms, turning into countless shadows to fight against Wanyan Bo.

In a short while, the two fought more than a hundred times, with great strength. Under the hedge, Xiang Yang's lower plate fell, and his feet directly stepped on the extremely thick and hard stone slab to create a spider web-like crack. Indistinct small pieces of gravel.

Xiang Yang had an ingenuity, and with his ten fingers flying like a shuttle, he fiddled with the small gravel and turned it into countless afterimages and shot towards Wanyan Bo. The inner strength was poured into it, rubbing the air to produce sparks, and the winner was almost clear.

This is the effect of facing the enemy in front of the battle and fighting in close combat. Compared with the big move and bombing, it is more precise and it tests the overall quality of the individual's cultivation. At this point, Xiang Yang asked himself that he is not afraid of anyone.

In particular, Wanyan Bo is condescending, concentrating his true strength on the ground, and Xiang Yang brakes quietly and uses the environment to perform actions, which is even more profound and upright, the demeanor of a master.

Wanyan Bo was knocked into mid-air by Xiang Yang, he wanted to jump into the air and then perform an eagle strike into the sky, but he didn't expect the crisis to come, there were innumerable pieces of dense rubble coming from the lightning and flint, enough to break his body Protect the body with true energy, piercing him through the tendons and bones.

"drink."

Wanyan Bo was in mid-air, twisting his body, avoiding it, he shouted loudly, a golden light flashed in his eyes, he gritted his teeth as if he had suffered some great humiliation, and suddenly a light golden bird-like law appeared all over his body to protect him Body, overflowing on the body surface, up to three feet thick.

This bird is extremely majestic, with a golden-winged kun head, starry eyes and leopard eyes, shining golden light, feathers like swords, like a god walking in the world, the pressure and aura it emits surge in waves, and those who are not strong will be crushed immediately kneel down.

It looks good, and its power is even greater. The power of the thunderbolt-like gravel can only break through half of the dharma, and it is difficult to continue.

"What kind of martial arts is this?"

(End of this chapter)