The God of Martial Arts

Chapter 791 Facing Death

The first to strike was Wanyan Bo, the surface of the Blue Jinpeng Claw shone with a layer of pale golden light, like the sun in summer, gradually rippling with a layer of substantive aura.

Excluding the power of blood, what he is best at is always the claw technique of the Demon Claw Gate, and the claw technique of the Demon Claw Gate is enlightened from the Lan Jinpeng Claw.

So the two complement each other, once urged, even if the soul has not been used to help with the aura, it is still like a storm, with claws and claws, with fierce strength, and with a fearless aura that tears the sky, it attacks towards the Xueling mountain old man.

This strike is already the pinnacle achievement of Wanyan Bo's martial arts in his life. His eyes became brighter and brighter. Although he knew it was just a moth to the flame, he still had no regrets. Say, what about my move?
Regardless of Wanyanbo's identity as a foreigner in the Grassland, and regardless of how many wrong things he has done in the past, whether or not his crimes are heinous, there are too many to write.

In terms of martial arts alone, he is a real fighter, a pure fighter, with the blood of divine beasts flowing in his veins, but he is still not as noble as his will.

A strong person is never judged by the strength of the body, but by the soul. Therefore, Chu Canglan's martial arts belong to the peak innately, but he is only a master, not a strong person.

Not only is Wanyan Bo powerful in martial arts, but his soul and will are also the strongest among the strong. Xiang Yang admired this move, and with a nod of his head, he also conveyed to Wanyan Bo an extremely pure thought, a good move , Good martial arts.

Xueling Shanweng's face was as pale as smoke, and he flicked his white right hand with his fingers. During the rubbing, there was a sound of sword clanging, and a majestic frost sword qi flicked from his fingertips.

The sword energy was chilling to the heart, sharp and piercing, and with an extraordinary bright aura, one blow pierced Wanyan Bo's strongest blow in his life, weakened layer by layer, and was blocked by Wanyan Bo's blue golden roc claws.

However, this sword is fierce and unique, and it is still condensed with the power of the supreme ice. Although the edge of the sword energy was broken by the magic weapon, the strength was wrapped in layers, and Wanyan Bo was frozen into a block of ice in an instant.

His physical body has been completely destroyed by a powerful cold air, the surging blood in his body, scorching hot blood, has frozen into icicles, and his heart has stopped beating.

It was only because of the powerful recovery effect of the fountain of life and the tenacious divine power of the blood of the beast that the physical body was maintained instead of being frozen to pieces.

And Wanyan Bo's primordial spirit was directly swallowed and annihilated by a destructive force. From then on, there was no Wanyan Bo alone in the world.

There was only a smile on the corner of his mouth, as if he was gratified to get Xiang Yang's approval.

In a blink of an eye, apart from Rongxi who escaped in advance, and Luang Po who was spared because of Shui Wuhen, three major talents had already died at the hands of Xueling Shanweng.

This trip to the extreme east seems to further confirm the saying that birds die for food, greed is indeed the original sin.

Even though Wanyan Bo had untied his bloodline and lost his lifespan, he still couldn't escape death, and he died earlier, so he wondered if he would regret his decision to come here.

And Xueling Shanweng still had a calm expression, as if he hadn't contributed at all.

This kind of martial arts deserves to be called the strongest supreme celestial being other than the one who proves the Dao. Every move is infinitely powerful, and every move and every move is the first-class magical skill in the world.

Xiang Yang's heart was pounding, and his eyes were fixed. With his backhand, he untied the demon-suppressing knife box on his back, and slowly stroked it, a warm and cool feeling was transmitted to his heart.

In today's battle, he no longer knew whether he would be able to survive, and there was no point in keeping the demon-suppressing knife box that bound Quxie.

The next moment, between Xiang Yang's pushes, the strength of his palm was hesitant, and suddenly exploded, directly smashing the demon-suppressing knife box into pieces, revealing the bright and domineering Quexie knife inside.

At this time, it seems that Quexie can no longer be called a magic knife, because the magic energy in it has been reduced, and the spirit has greatly increased. After being oppressed by the Yurenzhu and the other two great soldiers, there is no need to suppress the magic with the demon-suppressing knife box. .

"Quiexie, Quexie, life and death are up to God, just accompany me in the final battle."

Xiang Yang held the handle in his right hand, and scraped the blade with his left finger together, and went down from the edge of the blade along the blade, with hazy eyes and murmured.

He once remembered that there was a saying that a person has to die three times in his life to be considered a real death.

For the first time, it was physical death, no breathing, no heart beating, it was physical death.

The second time, at the funeral, everyone who knew you came to pay respects, proclaiming your death, and dying in human relationships from then on.

The third and last death, that is, the last person who remembers you forgets you, then it is a real disappearance, and this world has no connection with you from then on.

Xiang Yang was thinking that if he died, there might only be two deaths, and he died quietly by Lake Lei Ze, and when he was the last person who knew him, he would forget himself, and he probably died for real.

He also thought that if he died, he would die, but he didn't know what would happen to the wordless scripture in his mind.

Obtained by the Snow Ridge Mountain Weng?Or die with yourself?Or escape into the sky, looking for a new master?
He thought about his own life again. Even if the past and the present combined together, it would not be considered long, but it would definitely be considered wonderful, not empty work.

In the end, it was probably a pity, not being a virgin for two lifetimes, or not being able to have an unforgettable love, but stopping halfway up the mountain, not being able to really stand on the peak of martial arts to see such and such scenery.

The more Xiang Yang misses and recalls, the calmer his heart becomes, his eyes are clear and bright, like two burning flames, under the crisis of life and death, he has a different understanding.

His primordial spirit bloomed brightly in the mud ball, and vaguely came out of it, merging with the whole person, the power of the primordial spirit scattered throughout the body, and every inch of true energy carried his own thoughts.

His breathing is getting slower and slower, and the evil knife in his hand is also slowly exuding sharp aura with the frequency of his breathing, cutting the space and smashing everything, making people feel painful.

Xiang Yang's people were shining, and so was the knife. Lei Ze behind him suddenly rolled up a burst of thunder, and Xiang Yang was tall and powerful against the flashes, like a god.

For the first time, Xueling Shanweng showed a dignified expression, blocking Ningxue and a group of Xueling disciples behind him.

The most talented person he has ever seen is his direct disciple Chu Canglan. This child is not only the reincarnation of a strong man, but also favored by the will of the world.

Unexpectedly, this time he was defeated by a young man, and he was devastated, which made him very heartbroken.

He was originally curious, what kind of person could defeat Chu Canglan, and be better and stronger than him?
Now that he saw it, a little absurd idea suddenly rose in his heart.

Chu Canglan is just a person with a phoenix body but no phoenix soul. His strength and potential are too illusory and ethereal, like a vase that cannot withstand twists and turns and will shatter when touched.

And the young man in front of him is a real dragon, majestic, powerful, sacred, penetrating to the heart, a dragon among men from the inside out.

He didn't need to compare, he knew that compared to Chu Canglan, this person was more suitable to be called Tianjiao, had more potential, and had the ability to reach the pinnacle of martial arts.

He even hesitated for a moment, wondering whether he should kill such a person, because they are too rare, maybe even if he counts them all over the world, there will not be a few.

In the end he still shook his head, no, the position has been doomed from the beginning, they can only be enemies.

If such a person is not killed now, he will hold grudges for the rest of his life in the future.

(End of this chapter)