One move, ten moves, thirty moves, fifty moves, endless moves, endless styles. Xiang Yang fought with the Yi Guoxin who was holding the Chiyuan Divine Sword alone, and his anger rose, and his anger became increasingly fierce.

Yi Guoxin mainly focuses on the martial arts of Blood Tribulation Cangqiong. The Chiyuan Divine Sword is blessed with its power. Although the sword technique is crude, it is more simple and unpretentious with its powerful force, and it causes great damage to the fluctuations.

Even as time goes by, the blood and energy evaporate, and the essence and blood of many masters present tend to be pulled out of their bodies. The power of magical power shines, which is amazing.

As for Xiang Yang, he was completely in the flow of technology. The palm is the knife, and the man is also the knife. The movements were complicated and complicated, taking Yi Guoxin's offensive head-on, and fighting steadily, waiting for an opportunity to go.

At this time, no taboo moves are needed anymore. As long as you can win, even the simplest force to split Huashan is a forbidden move, regardless of each other.

After fifty moves, the offense and defense can be easily turned. Yi Guoxin, who was originally a big move, became cautious, and his sword technique was still rough, but the power contained in it was extremely delicate and exquisite, and there were many changes inside.

Xiang Yang turned into a madman, murderous aura filled with blooming, blooming with beautiful flowers, and the sword light condensed into a blood-red color, with the bloodiness and domineering nature of a big swordsman, and his long dispersed hair flew like a dragon.

Another fifty moves, in Yi Guoxin's view, the battle situation that should have been reversed again, has developed in an unknown direction.

In the first fifty moves of Yi Guoxin and Xiang Yang fighting fiercely, he used force, qi, and spirit, which was extremely powerful and extremely strong. However, the true qi, qi and blood, and soul on his body had limits and could not be squandered at will.

So during the fifty-one moves, he turned offense into defense, weakened the offense, intended to restore consumption, and wait for the opportunity.

However, things are unpredictable. In the last fifty moves, Xiang Yang's crazy killing offensive became stronger and stronger, as if it was endless and never tired. He actually suppressed Yi Guoxin tightly, making him unable to find the opportunity to counterattack.

The sword light rose and the sword light broke again. Yi Guoxin was like a long arrow that was cut out from the string. After being cut out by Xiang Yang's sword energy, he quickly retreated, hoping to get a chance to breathe.

However, Xiang Yang was in power and was unforgivable. He chased and attacked fiercely. With his light skills, he always followed Yi Guoxin without being separated. In the case of a very close fight, he abandoned the one-handed sword technique, fist, palm, finger and claw, and greeted him together.

In the gaps of the Chiyuan Divine Sword, a palm was pressed out, and the slender texture was clearly distinguished, hitting Yi Guoxin's lower abdomen, leaving a black palm print.

A punch fell down, gentle, as if it was empty but not empty, as if it was light and unbearable. Once the fist came into contact with Yi Guoxin, it would burst out like the power of a whole mountain, and the blow of Yi Guoxin vomited blood.

Another claw was torn, Yi Guoxin's clothes were torn, leaving shallow and narrow marks on his chest, and a twig of curved and thick black breast hair was pulled down, with mottled blood, like a plucked chicken.

Another point of pointing out, which fell on Yi Guoxin's Shangyang point, pointing out that the qi exploded and the blood sword shot out, and a sniffing sound was like cutting through the major artery.

This is no longer a competition or a competition, but a unilateral ravage and torture.

Sorry, miserable, miserable, how can you be so miserable? Xiang Yang's set of turtle punches made Yi Guoxin dizzy and completely lost his inch and level. Even though his foundation is deep, he is still scarred and furious.

"Ah, ah, ah! Xiang Yang, I can't spare you."

With the shrill long roars, it was still difficult to get rid of the increasingly obvious decline. Yi Guoxin was completely incompetent and furious and had no choice.

In the audience, Ning Ke stared at Xiang Yang with her charming eyes as bright as stars, without turning around for a moment, her nervous breathing was rapid, her sweat was dripping, and her small nose was twitching.

Ning Ke was very excited to realize the other side of Xiang Yang like never before.

Xiang Yang was relatively indifferent in ordinary times. Whether it was his temperament or his eyes, it seemed that nothing could arouse his interest except martial arts, and it looked a little boring.

However, at this moment, Xiang Yang changed his past dullness and low-keyness, showing an unprecedented masculine side.

He showed his crazy attitude, was domineering and inexplicable ingenuity, and suddenly became a mess, which made Ning Ke unknowingly attracted. What is a man? This is a man, a man who can stir the world.

Ning Ke was addicted to Xiang Yang's charm and could not extricate himself. On the concave platform of Xuantian Cliff, the Tiger King was furious and his eyes were red. He wanted to step down and teach Xiang Yang a lesson, which was surprising to Yi Guoxin.

Damn, damn, Guoxin has never been so embarrassed since childhood. Xiang Yang, you are so brave.

However, no matter how angry the Tiger King was, it was useless. He could only watch his nephew, who had been brought to his childhood, was taught a lesson and humiliated by Xiang Yang.

Yes, it's just a lesson, it's a humiliation, not a normal exchange, because Xiang Yang had too many opportunities to defeat him, but he didn't.

He seemed to use his palm, fist, claw, and fingers, but in fact, they were all just appearances, he only used a knife.

Xiang Yang used the most cruel way to torture Yi Guoxin, who had previously spoken rudely.

Aren’t you crazy? Aren’t you arrogant? Aren’t you very high-profile?

OK, then I will make you unable to become crazy or arrogant, knock you down from the clouds, let you fall from heaven to hell, and make you in so much pain.

Xiang Yang is a person who is proficient in giving to him the other person's way.

The Tiger King saw Xiang Yang's intention, so the murderous intention accumulated, Xiang Yang, no one could save you in the sky or the earth.

However, even if he feels sorry for Yi Guoxin and hates Xiang Yang, he will be helpless in the face of the other six other arrests who are strictly guarded and take action at any time.

If he took action today, the war between the God-Search would probably be difficult to do, and it would inevitably cause an uproar, and Emperor Shengwu would probably come to ask about it.

The only thing he did was pray, hoping that Yi Guoxin could surrender at the right time and not have unrealistic fantasies.

On Tianxing Platform, although Yi Guoxin was beaten extremely miserably and covered with scars on his body, he relied on his strong foundation to hold on. He was still dissatisfied with his stinky mouth and kept shouting. At the same time, he was full of dirty words, which made many people watching the battle frown and shocked.

The more Xiang Yang listened, the more angry he became, the coldness in his eyes became stronger, and his original patience disappeared.

A sudden roar was heard, and the sound wave turned into a vacuum field to cover the two of them.

With a snap of his finger, the Chiyuan Divine Sword was thrown out and dropped as a blood arrow burst out.
Chapter completed!