The God of Martial Arts

Chapter 773 War Intent ([-] monthly tickets)
"Isn't he his opponent? The luck is amazing, and the will of heaven and earth favors it? So there really are such people."

Xiang Yang's face was as usual, and he had never been moved in the slightest, but his heart was full of ebb and flow, ups and downs.

Such a person, in Xiang Yang's cognition, has a title, the son of luck, who is so lucky that he will eventually achieve great things and rank at the pinnacle of martial arts.

People are not created equal, and some people have difficulty in surviving. They fight desperately for a bite of food, just to survive.

Some people have rich clothes and good food, and they don’t need to worry about life. They may still have some achievements on the road of martial arts and enjoy another scene.

And some people were born with the spirit of martial arts, with extraordinary aptitude, even accumulated over several generations, and their achievements are far beyond what ordinary people can imagine and compare.

But there is another kind of person who is above everyone else, that is, the son of luck.

They are smooth sailing, all difficulties and pressures will become boosters for his progress. If you fart, you may be able to burst into a magic soldier, rise all the way, carnival all the way, harvest countless beauties, and achieve achievements that are astonishing in the past. It is simply life A model of a winner.

Since his debut, Xiang Yang has met people with extraordinary aptitude and martial arts skills, but this is the first time he has met a genius who is really favored by masters like the ghost hand dragon mother, who is also called the will of heaven and earth.

Suddenly, a desire that he hadn't had for a long time was born in his heart, and the torrent reverberated, and the blood gushed, and a thought swirled in his mind for a long time, to defeat such a celestial arrogance, and trample him hard under his feet.

It is a joy to see ordinary people defeating geniuses, hardworking people, and lucky people, because it means hard work, and there are still gains.

Many years ago, he once comprehended the state of mind of always brushing diligently at the bow of the river. Taking the sixth patriarch Huineng and monk Shenxiu as examples, he asked himself that he was not a genius, but a mortal, and he had to step by step to reach the peak of the Tao.

When I meet this person today, I may be able to see if such a path is feasible.

"Everyone, how about entrusting this battle to me?

Since the battle with Tang Wuyi, I have gained a lot, and I just need a master who is worthy of a battle to prove my gains. "

Xiang Yang suddenly took a step forward, and his foot was light, but a thousand hectares of turbulent waves were blown up. The water waves flew horizontally, overflowed and scattered, and rushed to both banks.

Under the desperate gazes of countless people kneeling and praying on both sides of the water street, the turbulent water wave was overwhelmed by an invisible aura, turned violently, and fell into the river.

The young man raised his eyebrows and spoke, his face was cold and serious, his tone was sonorous, resounding, with a domineering that could not be violated.

The demon-suppressing knife box on the back made a buzzing sound. Unlike the previous killing intent, this time it was pure fighting intent.

Condensed like a substance, scattered all over the body, combined with the true energy that is thick and almost overflowing the body surface, like a flaming pillar of heaven, which will never be extinguished, and will never collapse.

That kind of domineering and unparalleled will, the will of who I am, everyone in the room admired and felt gratitude from the bottom of their hearts.

A strong person must not only have incomparable strength, but also have the will to match the strength. There is no doubt that Xiang Yang is such an extremely strong person.

"Xiang Yang, you, why bother? If there is a loss in this battle, I am afraid that you will lose your vigor and disappear from the crowd. It is better not to fight lightly."

Ghost Hand Luang Po's complexion changed, she was very puzzled, she had already made it clear enough, why did Xiang Yang go forward, could it be that he was young and energetic?

In her eyes, Xiang Yang's luck is not superior, and he is not considered an extraordinary talent. The reason why he has been able to fight all the way to this level is related to the invincible momentum and will accumulated in his heart. Once this energy is vented, I'm afraid Invincibility is no more.

In the remote land of Nineteen States, there was once a peerless general who commanded an army of 32 ghosts, who was invincible and invincible. He once set an impressive record of conquering [-] cities within ten days, which is unparalleled in ancient and modern times.

However, if the siege failed in one go, the halo of the god general disappeared, the minds of the eight hundred ghost-robed soldiers collapsed, and they no longer had the aura of invincible heavenly soldiers, and they disappeared.

It is not easy for Xiang Yang to achieve his current achievements, and Ghost Hand Long Po does not want to see such a warrior step down from the altar, with no more potential.

Although the two met only recently, Long Po and Master Tien Mian have a good relationship and have received a letter from his apprentice Yu Du. Xiang Yang, who is praised by all his friends and disciples, still has a certain amount of goodwill and expectations.

"Long Po, I'm not impulsive, but I really want to fight this boy.

As for what you said about looking forward to Qi, I don't know what the Dragon King's Qi was back then, but like this young man, heaven and earth congratulate him?Do all living beings worship it?

If not, if the Dragon King fights against him in the same realm, who do you think will win and who will lose? "

Xiang Yang opened his mouth suddenly, what he said was thoughtless, and others could not understand it, but Luang Po's clear eyes shrank, showing hesitation.

The Dragon King, her best friend, is also the man who often laments that I was born a king, and he is a well-deserved myth and legend in Yongzhou martial arts.

Fierce battles, victories after victories, established the undefeated reputation of the Dragon King, and also allowed the dragon mother to accumulate infinite confidence in the Dragon King. His strength needs no further words or proofs.

However, no one knows that the Dragon King was just an ordinary mortal when he was young. It was only when he was 19 years old that he met someone and understood a truth. soaring.

The Dragon King once told Dragon Po, that his life has been miserable since he was a child, and his fate is full of hardships, which is worse than that of ordinary people.

However, it is man-made. When you have the power to break everything, you will also have the confidence to control everything in your own hands.

The dragon mother is very sure and firmly believes that if the dragon king fights with the boy in the same realm, he will only win, not lose.

However, Xiang Yang is not the Dragon King after all.

But she didn't say much, because at this moment, the fighting spirit emanating from Xiang Yang's body was too strong, and the domineering will also stirred up the situation. There was a faint thunder, steaming fire waves, violent storms, and water waves.

Purely in terms of momentum, he was even better than that young man.

No one can reverse his will.

"Okay, Xiang Yang, you should teach that kid a lesson, and don't let him underestimate my warriors from the Nineteen States."

Kuangdu was also feeling ups and downs, and his blood was surging.

He has no confidence in Xiang Yang, of course, because he has Quexie in his hands and the incomparably profound cultivation base revealed before.

On the water surface of the branch of the river, the Uppong boat swayed and was constantly shaken by layers of water waves.

"Hey, it's a good show to watch, this overbearing smell is really powerful.

Chu Canglan is indeed blessed by nature, but the person who makes the move now is probably not easy to fight, and this battle should not be missed. "

The man in red has crystal-like eyes, and his dual voices are extremely strange. When the sandalwood fan is folded, and with a wave of his hand, the boat shoots out like a swift arrow, piercing the turbulent waves.

The thin-faced man on the boat holding a fishing rod put his hands in front of his eyebrows, looked at the sky, his hands trembled, he nodded in agreement, and at the same time another thought arose in his heart.

What he provoked just now may not be true, perhaps these masters came here for the purpose of oozing liquid.

When the enemy is at present, we should unanimously attack the outside world.

If you want to teach Chu Canglan a lesson in the future, you can find another opportunity.

(End of this chapter)