The God of Martial Arts

Chapter 749 Pan Yueban

Under the shade of the willows in the north of Xiaoliuqiao Bridge, several Qixinglou masters headed by Jiang Sihong also came, the eldest sister of the Li family, the boss of the Wang family, Xiao Su himself, and a bald tattooed man.

"Xiang Dingtian is really sure? Pan Yueban was originally a first-class swordsman in Houtian, and now he has obtained the secret sword manual of Chaotianmeng. His martial arts must have greatly improved. This is too risky."

The bald man has a big head, a thick neck, and is as strong as an iron tower. He has lumps of muscles all over his body. He looks like a man with devil muscles. He is Jiang Sihong's friend and one of the secret masters recruited by Liang Dongzhu.

"Look, the landlord has great trust in Xiang Dingtian. If we can't do it, he may not be able to do it."

Jiang Sihong shook his head, squinted his eyes across the raised position of the arched bridge deck, and looked at Duan Canghai on the opposite side, the iron gallbladder in his hand was rattling, turning more and more urgently, like a gust of wind and rain.

He can be said to be one of Liang Dongzhu's hidden methods. Although he looks chubby and smiling, he is actually arrogant in his heart and doesn't take ordinary people seriously.

The last time he presided over the assassination of Duan Canghai, it was a great shame to him. He failed Liang Dongzhu's expectations and lost troops.

The most important reason for the failure was not the betrayal of the youngest of the Li family, but Duan Canghai's martial arts were too much beyond his expectation, one wrong step, one wrong step.

"Huh? The traitor Pan Yueban is here."

Jiang Sihong narrowed his eyes, and when he was paying attention to Duan Canghai, a tall man in a black suit appeared on the south of the bridge at some point. Although he had never seen him before, he recognized him at a glance.

His long hair was tied behind his neck by a headband. He had an ordinary appearance, but his eyes were exceptionally bright. In his hand, he was holding a quaint long sword with a scabbard that turned blue all over. It was the source of his current name, Moon Half Sword.

"Sure enough, his martial arts has advanced so much that he can't see the depth at all. What kind of magical power does the Nantian Sword Manual have, which can make him undergo such earth-shaking changes."

Zhuo Liang's eyes flashed with curiosity. He has practiced more than 20 first-class martial arts, and he understands the true meaning of each martial art. He is about to learn from others' strengths and create a profound and unique art of his own. He is also quite interested in Nantian Sword Manual.

Just when Pan Yueban appeared, Xiang Yang also jumped up from a distance to the north of the bridge, dressed in coarse linen, with a wooden knife hanging from his waist, and his hands were as imposing as a mountain.

Seeing Xiang Yang again, Jiang Sihong and others couldn't see the appearance of the stupid scholar at all, not only because of the clothes, but also the change of temperament from the inside out.

When the two lords arrived, the people watching the battle held their breaths and devoted their energy to the battle. After all, no matter which one it was, they were all masters of the day after tomorrow.

No matter how conceited Duan Canghai was, he would not think that the two people who had fought each other were useless, and planned to learn from it.

According to the rules, Xiang Yang and Pan Yueban should have a more sensible dialogue to show each other's compulsion.

"You are here" "Yes, I am here" "Where is your knife?" "The knife is in your heart"...

However, imagination is beautiful, but reality is impossible. At least the two of them are not in a relationship of sympathy.

Pan Yueban saved the idea of ​​using Xiang Yang's blood to sacrifice the sword, and at the same time wanted to confirm the progress and learning during this period.

Xiang Yang's mind is even simpler. Completing the task assigned by Liang Dongzhu is the first, and looking at Pan Yueban's martial arts is the second.

So the confrontation has already started when the two arrived, because this is not a contest, there is no referee.

Pan Yueban held the Yueban sword in his hand, and walked step by step from the head of the bridge towards the raised midpoint in the center of the arch bridge. His steps were slow, and the distance between them was as long as a ruler. Between steps, an invisible general trend slowly condensed.

His footsteps were calm, and every time he landed, it was like a huge rock falling from the mountain, grabbing people's heartbeat, attracting people's eyes, and the divine light was strong and brilliant, shocking.

Strong and fierce, with a strong killing intent, although his sword has not been drawn, everyone who watched the battle can see that Pan Yueban's sword is no longer the rotation of the seasons recorded in memory or files, but a swordsmanship that focuses on skill , but a domineering swordsmanship that is as ingenious as it is clumsy, and can be reduced to ten times with one force.

Such a change is not only progress, but also a radical change.

Xiang Yang also walked step by step from the head of the bridge, towards the center of the Xiaoliu Bridge, facing Pan Yueban's majestic aura head-on, his whole body was like an invisible sharp knife, cutting the raging momentum of the other party into pieces. two halves.

His steps are casual, as light as the wind, his eyes drift around, not focusing on the opponent, and he looks absent-minded, which is a big taboo in the battle of masters.

Only the wooden knife at the waist was buzzing, and with Xiang Yang's breathing, he vaguely wanted to rise into the air, fly and circle, turn into an amazing horse, and return with Pan Yueban's head.

Suddenly, Pan Yueban stopped in his tracks, and the intense murderous intent that had formed substantively dissipated, replaced by a torrent like a mental storm, rushing towards Xiang Yang, whipping up a strong wind, driving the gurgling clear water under the arch bridge to surge There are countless vortex undercurrents.

If an ordinary person stood face to face in front of Pan Yue's half body, he would definitely die directly under this mental torrent. Even acquired masters and weak-willed people were greatly affected, their muscles and bones were weak, and they could not perform half of their performance.

Only Xiang Yang, the primordial spirit protecting his body, flooded in like a spring breeze.

It wasn't until this step that Xiang Yang couldn't help being amazed that the traitor in the eyes of Qixinglou was indeed an out-and-out genius. Regardless of character, he was top-notch in terms of swordsmanship, cultivation, potential, and so on. .

He also met many opponents in the day after tomorrow, but unfortunately most of them were beaten to death by him three or two times. He never thought that he did not meet outstanding people who could be regarded as enemies in Dazhou, but he did meet in this world. Make up for the lack of heart.

The two were not more than ten feet away from each other at this time, and they drew their swords at the same time, Pan Yueban's Yueban sword, and Xiang Yang's wooden knife, as if two thunderclaps sounded in the air, and they were accurately pointed together. The tips of the knives were pressed together, vaguely forming two air shields.

The moment Xiang Yang came into contact with Yue Banjian, he knew that the opponent was practicing the magic of wedding dress, and at least it was at least a level that had been rebuilt once.

The other party not only commanded the domineering and fierce wedding dress with true energy like an arm, but also practiced the perfect round kungfu, I am afraid that Duan Canghai's Beiming magical kung fu will not be able to do anything about it.

The only thing that made him curious was how did Pan Yueban get the Nantian Sword Manual for less than three months, how did he do it in such a short period of time?
Could it be that he practiced the transfer version?But if this is the case, it is absolutely impossible to practice the perfect round body. What is the reason?
He asked himself that he had thoroughly researched the magic of the wedding dress, and now it seemed that he had to hold back.

Compared to Xiang Yang's doubts that outweigh his surprises, Pan Yueban lost his mind for an instant. The other party's true energy gave him a sense of familiarity and strangeness, and even a faint sense of being restrained.

"How is it possible? Martial arts Zen sect, wedding dress magic, the power is earth-shattering, in addition to innate masters, even Beiming magic can't help me, what kind of martial arts does this person practice?"

Pan Yueban was shocked in his heart, only felt that the domineering zhenqi he thought was invincible was under the other party's zhenqi, like under the sun, the frost melted and the snow melted, and it was even more powerful like a thunderbolt. The sword's hand is no longer so calm and powerful.

(End of this chapter)