The God of Martial Arts

Chapter 811

"It's over, Wen Xu was taken away, what should I do? The man in black is a master of martial arts, if he has malicious intentions, Wen Xu may be in danger."

A middle-aged man with a face as cold as ice murmured in a low voice. He was not worried about Qingyang Palace's accountability, but he was afraid that Daxueling's reputation would be ruined. Still uncomfortable.

And when he yelled, the six of them were almost shocked to death, even if they found each other in the future, I'm afraid there would be nothing they could do.

"Don't worry, this man's martial arts are so high, it's easy to kill us, but he only captured Wen Xu, but didn't kill him. In my opinion, Wen Xu's life will not be in danger for the time being. Let's press this matter first. Don't pass it on.

Also, Canglan is about to take over Daxueling now, when such a master of unknown origin suddenly appears, he must be reminded carefully so as not to be plotted against. "

The Great Elder also had anxiety in his heart, but he still spoke out to appease him. With such a powerful opponent, it is impossible to distinguish friend from foe. The most urgent task is to keep the disciples safe and not mess up.

However, before he could continue speaking, he looked in one direction in horror. Is that Cang Lan?not good……

On the other side, Chu Canglan's purple robe is facing the wind, rustling, standing on the top of a snow peak with his hands behind his back, his eyes shine brightly, and he looks down towards the far north. It is the state of mind that has just settled down as the mountain lord.

Suddenly, Chu Canglan frowned, noticing an extremely powerful saber aura flashing away in one direction of the snow ridge, with a thought, he stepped on a flying fairy, stepped forward, stepped on the void, and stood in the air, wearing a purple robe. Add charm.

The palms behind him pointed together, pointing in one direction, and the sword was whistling, the wind was loud, the snowflakes were fluttering, between the wind and snow, a touch of time and space was frozen, and the sword intent of freezing all things spread, stretching for a kilometer place.

In this condensed space, there is only the ubiquitous cold wind, the snow and ice floating around, nothing else.

The wind blows into people's souls, and the snow freezes and shatters people's bodies. This is exactly the kind of destructive wind in Xiang Yang's eyes.

This sword erupted with overwhelming power, causing many Xueling disciples who hadn't dispersed and those who were outside the mountain to look up and feel the mighty power that was almost like a god and demon.

Some disciples with weak minds and weak will even knelt down to worship, with infinite admiration and reverence aroused in their hearts, with pride and joy on their faces, and they laughed wildly, "This is Xuemaofengtao, haha, this is my Daxueling. With a supreme sword move, who in the world can resist it?"

Many masters were silent in their hearts, and they were speechless. It is true that although the Xueling mountain man is gone, the new Chu Canglan has grown up. This sword alone is enough to protect Daxueling without worries.

The next moment, a clanging saber sounded, the sound was sonorous, as if across time and space, it was transmitted to the ears of everyone inside and outside the snow ridge in an instant, the eardrums trembled, the spirit was shaken, and it almost collapsed to the ground.

Thousands of meters of void, full of snow and wind, is almost a sword field of ice and snow, making anyone trapped in it hopeless and fearful, and can only wait for death.

However, at this moment, there is an incomparably sharp sword energy that kills gods and demons filling the heaven and earth, swaggering up, splitting one into two like a knife cutting tofu. It just became empty, and the original awe-inspiring aura disappeared without a trace.

"This? This? This?"

The Xueling disciple, who was laughing wildly and proudly before, stood with his feet on the pure white snow, covered his ears, his eyes were dull, his throat seemed to be choked, and he blurted out the three words, unable to say anything else.

In addition to shock, there is more fear in my heart. How could Xue Yufeng be so vulnerable?
In fact, it's not just him?
As soon as the Xuebafeng taojian moves, it is already an invincible sword, which is difficult to break. Now there is such a strong man who cuts the void and breaks through the boundary. As expected, the words are true, the strong have their own strong hands, a mountain There is another mountain high.

But what made everyone even more curious was, what was the identity of that person?Looking at it, it seems that they are not Xueling's guests, but rather enemies, which has attracted many people with ulterior motives to speculate.

"Huh? There are not many masters in the Far East, and there are only a few masters in the Dao of the Sword. This person is full of sword spirit, and he seems to have the breath of a god in the sword. He is so powerful. Who is it?"

Chu Canglan stood in the air, and was suddenly pushed back to the top of the peak by a backlash. After landing, a trail of more than ten meters long flowed out. When he exerted force under his feet again, the pressed mountain shook instantly. With his feet as the center of the circle, there were dense cracks , thinking in amazement.

Daxueling is respected by swords. Although there are sword practitioners, there are not many masters, let alone smashing his Xuebafeng Taoist with a single knife. Outside of Xueling, Yuanjun Chang of Bixia Village should be the master of swordsmanship. The tallest, but it is impossible to be his opponent.

"No, could it be him? That day when Lei Ze Qi broke out, it is impossible for him not to die, and this martial arts state is so fast, it is impossible."

After Chu Canglan was startled, he suddenly thought of a young swordsman who defeated this person. This person's cultivation and talent were the only ones he had ever seen in his life, and his aura was also three points similar.

But then he denied it, he didn't believe that that person could survive under Lei Ze's riot, and his skills had greatly increased, but if it wasn't for that person, who would be able to cut such a knife?

On the circular path on the mountainside, on the side of the double-layer iron ropes on the outside of the plank road, Xue Manyun also saw this distant blow from the air, and his bright eyes flickered and his heart sank.

She knew that the one who broke the Xuebafeng Tao style must be the master who just found her under the pseudonym Daoxin, but who was the one who performed the Xuebafeng Tao style?
In just one move, she has already seen some clues.

Chu Canglan's cultivation base was not enough, when he had mastered the Xuebafeng Tao with the primordial spirit, he once showed off to her, and said to himself that while restraining the enemy, he should immediately kill the opponent without leaving any room for breathing.

That's why Chu Canglan's Xuebaofengtao has always been used to connect the first seven moves of the Hantian Ice Soul Sword. Such a trick, with a series of killing intent, is also a martial art that Chu Canglan is very proud of.

She still remembers the young man raising his eyebrows and drawing his sword out of its sheath, with a lustful and flattering tone, which is a microcosm of the lives of the two of them.

However, this time is different, the power of Xuebafengtao has greatly increased, and three obliterating opportunities have been added, but there is no follow-up move that is almost used to in the past. Is it really not necessary for the cultivation base to be great?
Xue Manyun didn't want to think about it anymore, but she had to think about it more. Habits are not so easy to change.

On the other side, Xiang Yang cut open the sword area with a palm strike, and held Wen Xu with one hand, his feet exploded, and the wind and snow rolled up behind him, and in a split second, he flew towards the depths of the snowy ridge like lightning.

"Ahem, ahem, friend, we have something to say, we have something to say, we are civilized people, we are passive and rude."

Wen Xu was carried all the way, and the strong wind slapped his face, his round face was flushed, and there was a smirk coming out of the corner of his mouth, without the slightest demeanor of a congenital strong hand.

After being thrown to the ground by Xiang Yang, he quickly patted his butt and stood up. After stepping back, he wiped his big tongue at the corner of his mouth. Don't be rough and was said to be passive.

(End of this chapter)