The God of Martial Arts

Chapter 948 The first confrontation

For Xiang Yang, this table full of wine and food can be said to be the most sumptuous and luxurious meal he has ever seen in his life. Of course, he also wants to eat extravagantly in his heart to satisfy his appetite.

However, he has doubts in his heart, and he can't trust people in the Demon Sect, so he would rather eat dry and hard dry food in his room than enjoy the delicious food and wine.

"you!"

Shen Ao also didn't expect Xiang Yang to play cards in such an unreasonable way, a gloomy murderous intent flashed in his eyes, and he suddenly shot up, the air flow rustled in the exciting space, and a lot of strange flowers and plants around him were stirred up. Hai, it seems that he is about to make a move.

Before Shen Ao could say anything more, Xiang Yang pressed his right hand on the square table and shattered all the wine and vegetables on the table with a sudden force.

"Xiang Yang, you are presumptuous."

After Li Xiaolin finished what Shen Ao hadn't said, he pointed at Xiang Yang with a trembling finger. Could this person be crazy, how can there be such an unreasonable person.

After overturning the banquet, Xiang Yang still didn't give up, squinting his eyes, turned his head and jumped towards Li Xiaolin's direction, and in the face of the other party's horrified and inexplicable expression, he instantly pointed out three fingers with lightning speed.

A finger cut across, like a precise electronic cutting knife, chi chi cut through the air, the force was so concentrated that Li Xiaolin had to use the copper wall and iron wall in Han Tie's hands to defend, even so, the palms of his hands, which were invincible and stronger than King Kong, were scratched An opening was opened, and bright red blood gushed out.

The second finger, Xiang Yang's thumb presses the middle finger, rubs and presses, and strikes with a flick of the finger, setting off a wave of energy like a tornado. The force of the spiral finger is like an electric drill poking towards Li Xiaolin's heart, almost killing him with his arms. The opponent's belief shot.

In the previous blow, Li Xiaolin was already exhausted, and he would block it. Seeing how dangerous and domineering this finger was, he summoned all his strength and even used his magic power to absorb the spiritual energy of the void, turning into a huge bone claw to block in front of him.

There was a loud bang, like a thunderbolt in the clear sky, the bone claw was shattered by finger force, and Xiang Yang was already lying in front of him.

The third finger, taking over the previous one, Li Xiaolin has no more energy left.

After Xiang Yang stroked Li Xiaolin's heart with his index finger of his right hand, Li Xiaolin's clothes were shattered with the fingertip's force, and then a jet-black silk shot out from his fingertips and shot into Li Xiaolin's body.

The silk is thin and soft, almost invisible to the naked eye. Li Xiaolin only felt a stabbing pain in his chest, and then disappeared strangely. It seemed that Xiang Yang kept his hand and did not take his life.

This attack will fully display the unexpected and lightning-fast fighting techniques. With Shen Ao's martial arts, it is too late to stop him, and he can only watch Xiang Yang play with the innate Li Xiaolin in the applause.

Fortunately, what made Shen Ao feel a little relieved was that the first two fingers Xiang Yang's strength was fierce and domineering, calm and majestic, and his killing intent was like a wave, as if he would not give up if he did not take Li Xiaolin's life. It turned into soft fingers, but it didn't really hurt Li Xiaolin.

Li Xiaolin was still in shock and touched his heart with his clothes torn, his nervous heart was pounding, his lips were white, and he was only one step away from death.

And this attack completely made both sides tear their skins apart. If Shen Ao spoke nicely, it would not be kind and kind, but weak and deceitful.

As for Xuejue, although the poison has not been poured in yet, he can press Xiang Yang's head and pour the poison into it, right?

"Xiang Yang, you are too deceitful."

Shen Ao yelled loudly, his voice covered the entire area of ​​Cangyun Mountain under the blessing of powerful zhenqi, the echo echoed for a long time, it seemed that even the clouds in the sky were scattered by this roar.

The moment he uttered the sound, Shen Ao waved his big sleeves, and was cut to pieces in an instant, holding his sleeves with rigor, like an iron cage covering the sky, and covering Xiang Yang.

With this move, one can see Shen Ao's superb martial arts, solid foundation, and profound foundation.

This martial art is Iron Sleeve Art, it is not a unique secret, it is widely circulated in the martial arts, and it belongs to the decent martial arts.

In the beginning, the sleeves of this martial art were made of special materials, and then inlaid with various metal products to form iron sleeves. It is a pure foreign martial art that cannot be used by those who are not brave and powerful.

And Shen Ao has already practiced it to the point where the outside enters the inside, the ordinary sleeves, under the blessing of his condensed and iron-like true qi, have enormous power, and it is no exaggeration to say that they are iron mountains.

Shen Ao used this skill to deal with Xiang Yang, instead of the magic martial arts that he was best at. Obviously, he still wanted to hide his identity, for fear that Xiang Yang would get a glimpse of his history from his martial arts.

As for the fact that Li Xiaolin used magic skills to resist Xiang Yang's fingering just now, Shen Ao didn't take it seriously. He recruited black and white masters in his villa, so what's the point if he knows one or two evil martial arts?
Faced with this almost superb iron sleeve skill, Xiang Yang's body remained motionless, his eyes flashed a cold light when he raised his head, and an unparalleled sharpness permeated the skin on his body surface, and he even smashed the move with his physical body.

"Could it be that this person is crazy? Even though Shen Ao didn't use real martial arts, but under the blessing of heaven and man, how can the power of Iron Sleeve Kungfu be so simple?"

Li Xiaolin stared blankly at Xiang Yang, only to feel that this person is not only unreasonable, but also crazy and almost terrifying, do you think you are those big guys from the lineage of the demon body?

Shen Ao sneered and was wary of Xiang Yang's actions. He also couldn't understand Xiang Yang's unstoppable intention, but Xiang Yang definitely didn't intend to seek death.

There was a crisp bang, as if a piece of porcelain had fallen to the ground, and the iron sleeve supported by Gang Qi hit Xiang Yang's chest in an instant, with continuous force like a tide.

In this blow, apart from the fierce and brittle force that erupted upon contact, there are actually twelve soft and soft forces hidden in it, not to mention flesh and blood, even a three-foot-thick steel plate can be twisted into twists and then interrupted.

But beyond Shen Ao's and Li Xiaolin's expectations, when this Iron Sleeve Kung Fu hit Xiang Yang, it was like a fist-sized stone thrown onto a towering mountain, and it couldn't cause any waves at all.

That's not all, when the Iron Sleeve was exhausted, the sleeve robe of the magic soldier seemed to be cut and torn by the invisible air blade several times, and then turned into pieces of remnant clothes and fell from the air.

It seemed that what it hit just now was an indestructible and extremely sharp magic weapon.

Purely relying on physical cultivation to catch up with the heavenly man Shen Ao's superb iron sleeve skills without any damage, Xiang Yang's performance directly stunned the two present.

"how is this possible?"

Li Xiaolin's eyes widened, as round as eggs, almost bulging out, he couldn't believe what he saw.

Shen Ao was a little better, but his complexion was not very good-looking, and he felt that it would be difficult to be kind today, and he might have to risk his identity to use magic skills to suppress Xiang Yang.

As for Xiang Yang, he patted the clothes on his chest lightly, with a satisfied expression on his face, not bad.

(End of this chapter)