The God of Martial Arts

Chapter 761
In a person's life, at different ages, at different times, at different stages, he will meet different people.

Some people will become friends who drink and sing loudly, and treat each other with sincerity, and promise life and death. This is a very pure friendship.

Some people will become tit-for-tat opponents, fighting and fighting again until one side is completely defeated.

Xiang Yang has had too many opponents from the past to the present, except that he was weak in martial arts and lost to a man named Liu Cheng in the early days. Fighting at the same level, it can be said that he is invincible and invincible.

But today, what he wants to fight against is Tang Wuyi, who can be called the strongest opponent in the current period, with a great cultivation base and the highest combat power.

From the moment Xiang Yang and Tang Wuyi faced each other, the invisible confrontation had already begun. Eyes to eyes, the pupils reflected each other's shadows. They were both swordsmen, and they could clearly perceive the spiritual saber intent in each other's eyes.

The two just stood there motionless, as tall as a bamboo pole, but all the masters present heard the crisp clang of gold and iron clashing in the void, time and time again, as if there were thousands of troops on the fierce battlefield They are fighting each other.

The dull, oppressive atmosphere slowly spread outwards from between the two of them. Those whose cultivation base was not innate, felt as if their heart was being grabbed by a powerful hand, squeezed, kneaded, and excruciatingly painful.

Their skin hurts, as if someone is cutting with a knife. At first, they thought it was an illusion, but suddenly found that the skin exposed outside the clothes was really scraped by a force, and the hair fell off.

Several weak-minded policemen sat on the ground, as if they had just experienced a death game and now they survived.

"Back back, all back, these two are now building endurance, competing with sword intent, the power of the primordial spirit involves spiritual energy, condensed like gold and iron, you all back away."

Qi Renhong's face changed, and he gave instructions to the disciples of the Bashan Sword Sect behind him, but he himself remained motionless, wishing to stick between Xiang Yang and Tang Wuyi to watch the battle at close range.

"We all know Tang Wuyi's martial arts. Xiang Yang didn't even cultivate the soul last time. How come his realm has advanced to such a level now? I don't believe it."

Xue Lingzi's eyes glowed with blood, shock, fear, worry, all kinds of emotions were intertwined, and he muttered in his mouth.

"No, I think I know why Xiang Yang has improved so fast. I'm afraid he is the reincarnation of a certain martial arts power. Now that his inspiration has recovered, that's why his primordial spirit has recovered so quickly."

The old man Wugui had a pale and delicate face, and suddenly thought of a possibility, with a hint of doubt, but also very certain.

There are some natural and earthly treasures, magical skills and secret methods that can make people's soul soar in a short period of time, but there is no such solid foundation as Xiang Yang, just like some diligent practitioners, accumulated day and night, that thick The breath is the accumulation of years, and they can sense it.

If adventures are ruled out, and there is such a great improvement in such a short period of time, then only the most unlikely possibility remains, that Xiang Yang is the reincarnation of a powerful warrior.

It is not uncommon for the world's peak period to prove the Dao powerhouses to gather together, and the theory of reincarnation emerges endlessly.

It's just that many years ago, some people used the means of penetrating the heavens and the earth to isolate the inspiration from the heavens and the earth, so some masters who reincarnated their souls, such as Longyou Shoal, are no different from ordinary people.

But now that the inspiration has recovered, and it is more surging than before, that kind of people naturally have an advantage over ordinary people, and most of the geniuses are this kind of people.

"That's right, but it should only be the reincarnation of the Martial Dao Primordial Spirit, without carrying the memory, otherwise I'm afraid the progress will be faster."

Master Liuyin opened his mouth to make a statement, and others no longer doubted it. At the same time, they all understood why this Xiang Yang was so blessed, just like opening up.

In fact, if the Martial Dao Yuanshen is reincarnated, even if he does not carry the memory, once he enters the Martial Dao, his progress will be far beyond that of ordinary people.

When the Dragon King beat all the heroes and defeated the leaders of the major gangs of the Dajiang League, some people suspected that he was the reincarnation of a strong man, but this possibility was finally ruled out.

When everyone was guessing the possibility of Xiang Yang's progress so fast, Xiang Yang and Tang Wuyi also fought to the peak.

The ground under his feet trembled slightly, and the originally static broken stones were suddenly ejected by an invisible force. Thousands of pieces rose into the air at the same time, one by one, they exploded into stone powder, and fell with the breeze blowing from the mountains.

Xiang Yang retreated three steps suddenly, obviously suffering a loss, but his eyes never showed weakness, and his face was the same as before. He was only a small master of soul, and the opponent was a great master of soul, so it is normal to lose some.

And just as Xiang Yang retreated, Tang Wuyi took three steps in a row, raised his hand and drew out the saber, it was still the lightning flint of Lie Huo Shen Dao, fleeting in the blink of an eye, the blade was so sharp that the naked eye could no longer distinguish it.

Xiang Yang didn't have time to get rid of the evil, so he only held the palm together with one hand, and pinched the cut red sword with his incomparable spiritual sense. Dissipated into the invisible in mid-air.

"Huh? No, the opponent didn't use this kind of martial art last time. It was so powerful that it directly crushed the fiery saber energy that I had spawned with the Howling God Art. There hasn't been a single one in ten years."

Tang Wuyi hadn't been moved by Xiang Yang who had just been advancing by leaps and bounds, but at this moment, a cloud of suspicion rose in his heart. It was too weird. How could it be possible to change its nature midway after laying the foundation for acquired zhenqi?

No matter how much he wanted to break his scalp, he would never have imagined that someone would be able to create such a miraculous magic skill such as the Nine Transformations of the Silkworm the day after tomorrow, let alone that Xiang Yang would expend a lot of experience to sublimate the wedding dress magic skill into an innate magic skill.

Squeeze the fiery knife air, and lightly flick the two fingers in the middle of the food, like gunpowder filling, the bomb explodes, and at the moment of the impact, a thunderstorm resounds out of thin air, and a circular shock wave is generated between the red sword and the fingers, sweeping in all directions, the air Like a round blade, it divides the world.

If it wasn't for Ding Hui and Qi Renhong's protection, as well as Liu Yin's congenital attack, everyone in the world would have been killed by the aftermath of this saber energy.

Xiang Yang didn't take a step back, and took over Tang Wuyi's quick knife, but it was not easy.

A cut was made on his golden-like hand, penetrating three points into the skin, gold and fire were born together, and gradually tended to multiply and grow stronger, and then Xiang Yang expelled it with true energy.

In this confrontation between the two, Xiang Yang was indeed at a disadvantage, but no one ever felt that Xiang Yang was inferior to Tang Wuyi.

Even those Houtian warriors who were far from watching the battle with their knowledge of martial arts knew that Tang Wuyi used a knife and Xiang Yang used his hands.

What's more, Xiang Yang is carrying the magic sword of magic weapon, which has already been spread throughout the seven counties. He is the most famous swordsman in Yongzhou today, but when his evil comes out, he is afraid that Tang Wuyi is not his opponent.

"It's impolite to come and not to go, Tang Wuyi, you also catch me with a thunderbolt."

The next moment, a white light flew out from the demon-suppressing knife box, lightning flashed in the void, thunder rumbled, and a huge blue light the thickness of a bucket flashed over the mountainside.

(End of this chapter)