Huanyin Finger. Since Xiang Yang obtained this martial art, he has never stopped practicing. The lucky method and fingering techniques in the heart are not much different.

However, this fingering method is not his strength in facing the enemy head-on. On the contrary, it has unique uses in using secret moves and sneak attacks. This time, he was successful as soon as he took action, which was considered to have failed Xiang Yang's expectations.

Zu Wanchun's right middle finger finger was broken, and the pain was heartbroken. It was fine. When Xiang Yang got three illusion yin finger forces on his chest, he felt something was wrong in his body. It seemed that three extremely yin, cold and poisonous qi was flowing in his body.

"What a powerful and powerful fingering force, what a powerful fingering method, hiss, this is a sign of cold poison entering the body. Which sect does it come from?"

When Zu Wanchun was in a daze, he was still thinking about guessing the origin of Xiang Yang's martial arts. He hated and loved this young man who had been harsh on many occasions. If such a young man was a Zoroastrian, the holy religion would be just around the corner.

However, he didn't know that Xiang Yang's Huanyin fingers had no such strong force. On the contrary, this was the power of the Huashan Iron Finger Skill. After combining with the Huanyin fingers, a different style burst out.

Seeing that Zu Wanchun had been hit, Xiang Yang smiled bloodthirstyly, and his right hand became a claw. He grabbed Zu Wanchun's right arm and wrist, tugged, and pulled it, and directly teared out a large strand of flesh and blood.

The dragon claw in the left hand was directly drawn towards Zu Wanchun's heart. Although his nails were shallow, the hook was clawed and the force was used to activate it. There was still a sharp edge in it. Not to mention the flesh and blood body, even a steel plate could be used to draw out a big hole.

Facing Zu Wanchun's terrified gaze, Xiang Yang was about to think that when he was done, a strong wind blew up beside him, and the transparent palm prints hit Xiang Yang's back waist and spine. Although it was just the palm force emitted from the true energy, the force was not bad at all.

As long as Xiang Yang is cruel, Zu Wanchun will definitely die on the spot, but he will also be broken, and he will become a useless person from then on, or even be beaten to death directly.

Is it for the reward of the Heavenly Book of Rewards? Or is it to keep a useful body and look for opportunities? No matter who you choose, you will choose the latter because you have more opportunities to get martial arts, but you only have one life.

Xiang Yang was blessed to his heart, and his feet rose into the air, and his body passed over Zu Wanchun's head in the air. His right claw, covered with red blood, pushed and sent it, turned his claws into palms, and slapped Zu Wanchun a golden-topped palm power on the back.

Then he jumped to a position ten feet away from Zu Wanchun, turned around and stared at the middle-aged man in front of Zu Wanchun, with an ordinary face but a towering temperament like a mountain.

Zu Wanchun fell forward, and blood came out desperately. Even if he didn't die on the spot, he wouldn't live long.

First, he traveled a long distance, worked hard, and was injured one after another. In addition to the arrow injury, Xiang Yang's Huanyin finger force was tearing with the dragon claw hand, and the last palm was a real heavy blow. This was a stale old man, and he had not died of vomiting blood now. It was because of his profound internal skills.

Middle-aged man looked at Zu Wanchun's injuries, frowned, glanced at Xiang Yang inadvertently, nodded,

"Good fingering, good claw skills, and good palm skills. It's incredible for a young man to be proficient in so many martial arts."

As he spoke, a mellow and warm true energy passed through his palms to Zu Wanchun, which made Zu Wanchun, who was already dying, feel much more energetic, making Xiang Yang's eyelids numb.

"It's hateful. I've only seen and never practiced Dragon Claw Hand, otherwise I wouldn't have made such omissions before, so that Zu Wanchun would escape his life."

Xiang Yang complained in his heart, and he became weaker and exhausted again. His martial arts may not be very high. He first defeated Zheng Pingyuan, who was as powerful as a rainbow, and then tried to kill Zu Wanchun. Now he is at the end of his strength and has little combat power.

However, at this time, he was still reflecting on the flaws and omissions of using the Dragon Claw Hand for the first time before, and he was considered a martial arts fanatic.

This is also one of his advantages. Practicing martial arts with brains and practicing brainlessly are completely different, and the results achieved are also very different.

I think many people have this feeling. When I was a student, there were always two types of people in the class. One was not very hard-working but had excellent grades, and the other was all the students who studied, but they just couldn't improve their grades. Qualifications were one aspect, and there was also the question of whether they were using their brains.

Reading books with your brain, studying, and studying for an hour, may be able to master the knowledge points. Reading books with your brain with your empty mind. Even if you read for a day, you may work very hard, but you have no gains at all, and it is no different from not studying.

Middle-aged man was the chef of the small restaurant in the past. He never thought that his martial arts skills were so powerful that at least no one present dared to pat his chest and guaranteed that he could beat him.

"The warrior who released his true qi, the palm power was as warm as a mountain, and it was pushed far away, and the energy had not been eliminated much. It was the Thousand Mountains of Palm Practice of Zoroastrianism. I can only see whether Xiangxiang's last hand Flying Rain Mass Needle can achieve success."

Wang Tong and Scorpion Twelve quickly jumped in front of Xiang Yang and stared at the middle-aged man, for fear that this man would kill him and end Xiang Yang.

Even if the situation is so critical, they have never despaired. Feiyu Kuang Needle is a killing weapon. As long as Mai Xiangxiang is used properly, the warriors who emit true energy will be killed for you.

Mai Xiangxiang also swallowed her saliva, her hair was a little messy, her palms were covered in sweat, and she grabbed the Feiyu Crazy Needle tightly, waiting for the middle-aged man to reveal her flaws. Now it is not the time to target Zu Wanchun, and the pressure this middle-aged man brought her was too great.

The middle-aged performance also shocked everyone. He turned around and smiled at Mai Xiangxiang. Although he didn't know what the girl had, he could not make a false sense of being like a ray of light on his back. This was his spiritual sense, the most primitive vigilance, which was similar to the nature of birds and beasts.

A peanut popped up casually and lit Mai Xiangxiang's acupoints, making her unable to move, so she jumped to Xiang Yang and the other two.

The spear was slapped with a short spear, and the spear body trembled. Wang Tong's internal organs were injured. He was injured by a strong internal force, so it was difficult to fight again.

The scorpion twelve poisonous scorpion looks ferocious and terrifying, but in the middle-aged clever palm, it seems to be played with, and it is pinched to death without even touching the edge of the palm.

His overwhelming strength made Xiang Yang frightened. Mai Xiangxiang, who was regarded as a trump card, was directly controlled by others. No matter how powerful the methods were, they would be nothing like that.

"Namo, Helatana, Doroyeye, Aya, Polujah, Shuboluya..."

Just as I was going to go further in middle age, the moment my palm was stretched towards Xiang Yang, the sound of low chanting of scriptures sounded, first inaudible, then became louder and louder, seeping into my heart from my ears. All the murderous aura, hatred, and anxiety were all washed away, and my heart was extremely calm.

"Hey, it's the owner of that Buddhist shop. I, Xiang Yang, have no choice."

Xiang Yang's eyes lit up, and the master who heard the sound gasped for a few breaths, restored the true energy in his body, helped Wang Tong and Scorpion Twelve to raise them, and retreated a few more points. At this point, the situation on the field was beyond their control.

As the chanting disappeared, a middle-aged man in pure white robe appeared in front of the Zoroastrian master. His face was soft and his eyebrows were compassionate. Looking at him, it was like seeing the bright moon in the sky at night, with glory blooming in the coldness.

"In the past, there were the master and deputy saints of Zoroastrians, three or five saints, seven guardians, twelve elders, and twenty-four saints. You should be one of the twenty-four saints who escaped."

The middle-aged man's voice was gentle and indifferent. He looked at Xiang Yang and others for no reason, and walked to the Zoroastrian master with a few smiles.

"You are the boss of Taiheju. Sure enough, you can't hide it. I've seen you five times in a few years. Every time I've warned you that your hands and feet are getting hot. This time I can finally taste what you want and see how you are."
Chapter completed!