Unlike Yan Wujiang Fenghan and Xiaolianyunzhai who were surprised and afraid, Luo Qi and Wang Tong and others were extremely excited.

Because Xiang Yang's move is a different level compared to yesterday, it is enough to fight against the crowd. With their assistance from the side, they have the strength to compete with the other party.

After killing Bao Chun who was so angry that he was disgusted with her, Xiang Yang's murderous intent had not eased at all, and he turned his eyes to Monk Fujing and the Shen brothers.

Without saying a word, the magical movements under his feet were varied with the continuous blessing of Zixia's internal power, and moved like the wind. He came to the three horses in an instant. The long sword flew up like a strong wind. The sword force directly covered the three people, and he would directly fight against three.

"The little thief is arrogant, Shen Peng and Shen Li, take him down together and take him back to Xiaolianyun Village and hand him over to the village leader for disposal."

Fu Jing's smiling face finally turned ashen. The short and fat man who was originally as friendly as Maitreya changed his face and became a terrifying and hideous villain.

Bloodshot in his eyes, he exhaled and shouted, and swept across his chest with his right hand, directly blocking the sword that was shrouded in front of him.

The Shen brothers were also unsheathed before Fujing made a sound, and at the same time stretched forward, using the sword-combining attack technique, holding Xiang Yang's supreme magical power to subdue demons hidden under the shadow of the sword, and blew up a burst of smoke and dust.

In this battle between the four, Xiang Yang fought against three. Although he was a little reluctant, he forced the three to retreat. The true qi of his meridians was turbulent, but it improved instantly, and there was no abnormality, which made Xiang Yang lose his mind for a moment.

"Is this easy to make bones? OK, okay, today's me, no matter what I am yesterday, I will be reborn."

Xiang Yang thought and realized that not only his qualifications and qualities had improved, but his physical condition was also changing. The recoil force that was originally difficult to bear was no longer affected by it. The improvement of his strength was simply incalculable.

In anger, Xiang Yang stepped under his feet, exploded the mass-high soil and weeds, and flew backwards with his body, Fujing and the Shen brothers, holding a knife in their right hand and claws in their left hand. Without hesitation, he used all his strength to kill the three people.

Luo Qi, Wang Tong, Hao Cheng and Si Er, saw Xiang Yang so brave, and they all aroused a fighting spirit and came to Feng Hanyan for no reason. Because they were fighting alone or siege one person, they even played a match and were very happy, and it was difficult to decide the winner in a short period of time.

Just as everyone was fighting, Cheng Yun's face changed. The red horse under his crotch retreated and hid among the horse thieves watching the battle. If the situation was not good, he would escape at any time.

Among the horse thieves, there was a young man with a tender face and a rough and fierce look with makeup techniques, rubbing the scimitar in his hand, his eyes burning, staring at Xiang Yang who was hitting three and pressing against three.

Fujing was originally a disciple of a temple hosted by a temple in Cheng County. However, his six senses were not pure, and he had evil thoughts. He committed a major case. He was wanted by the government and fled to Yanxi across the county and joined Xiaolianyun Village.

He is also a master. His throat-locking grabbing hand is combined with the masculine internal strength of Buddhism, and his power is great. Because he has spent a long time fighting, he has rich experience in fighting. Generally, people with similar martial arts skills to him are not his opponents.

However, at this time he felt extremely depressed. Xiang Yang, who was fighting with him, used one-handed dragon claws to touch the tiger's throat grabbing hand. Not only was he not suppressed, he repeatedly forced his attack to retreat, which made him in a dilemma.

The Shen brothers had almost the same feeling. Xiang Yangyan's feathered sword was in his hand, and the fast sword was like the wind. The sword moves were exquisite and agile, directly suppressing the swords and attacking each other. It seemed that the internal force became more and more powerful, and in the continuous collision, they all faintly suffered internal injuries.

Xiang Yang's martial arts performance was much stronger than yesterday. The more he fought, the smoother he was, the more vigorous the internal force of Zixia in the meridians was running, and he was penetrated into the dragon claws of his left hand. The energy burst out one after another, and the hook claws were like iron, with powerful power;

With the sword moves, the internal force of Zixia contained in the Yanling Knife's body became thicker and thicker, almost becoming a rising tide, covering the sky and overwhelming, which was really hard to resist, and fully reflecting the power of Zixia magic skill that has reached the third level.

After thirty moves, the swords in the hands of the Shen brothers were shaken away at the same time, and they all spit out a mouthful of blood. The internal organs were severely injured. Fujing's finger tiger was also scattered into pieces by the dragon claw hand. Five blood holes were pulled out on the shoulder of the left hand, blood was gushed out, and his face was pale.

Unlike the paleness and fear of these three people, Xiang Yang was full of energy, his facial features were shrouded in a layer of purple intent, and his skin turned slightly red due to the turbulence of blood and energy, but it was even more delicate. His eyes opened and closed, and he was extremely powerful.

"What a storm. At least half of the contribution of this battle is to this martial arts. It's a bug."

Xiang Yang was shocked by the power of this sect's martial arts. In this battle with the Fujing Shen brothers, he almost used ruthless moves, but only stimulated 70% of the internal strength of the true qi.

The remaining 30% is to use the internal strength of the three brothers of Fujingshen to attack him, turn their own energy and attack the enemy, which is the essence of this magical skill, transfer the energy and use the force to attack the force. Otherwise, it would be difficult to achieve this level with his own Zixia internal strength.

And this is just the result of his brief understanding. If he practices to the peak, only this martial arts will be enough to achieve great reputation in the day after tomorrow.

Xiang Yang defeated him by fighting against three. This scene was also seen by Lu Huyan Wujiang Feng Han and others who were still fighting hard, and they were all terrified.

Especially Yan Wujiang and Lu Hu were still thinking in their hearts that Xiang Yang did not have the combat power and martial arts he had today. Could it be that he had hidden his weaknesses and showed weakness to them before?

The purpose is to use the tricks and take advantage of the situation to catch them all in one go? If this is true, I am afraid that the God-Catcher Sect will have murderous intentions towards them for a long time, and this is just a plan.

But if you think about it carefully, it can't stand the scrutiny. If you really want to catch it all in one go, there should be a large army of troops to support you. Where are there only two or three big cats?

But no matter what, the plan to attack and kill the God's Sect failed, and they had no way out. They either followed Feng Han to become enemies, or were arrested by the God's Sect and beheaded at a date.

"No, Xiang Yang is fierce, everyone retreat quickly."

Yan Wujiang was the smartest. He forced Luo Qi to retreat with one claw, kicked his feet, and turned his horse and flew away.

Xiang Yang's expression remained unchanged. He twisted out a string of Buddhist beads from his arms and turned it drippingly. After three seconds, the lead was broken.

Xiang Yang's heart was filled with blessings, his skillful hands were like playing the pipa, and his true energy was pouring in, and eight Buddhist beads burst out instantly, like meteors and as strong as thunder and fire, arousing strong wind and airflow.

Yan Wujiang is also a master. He is like having eyes behind him, rolling up a thick knife from the side of the horse's abdomen, and luck is on the knife, slashing horizontally and vertically, and knocking down six, but his strong recoils and bleeding from the corners of his mouth.

The seventh Buddhist bead was right in Yan Wujiang's heart, making his desperate eyes dim in an instant, hitting his body, exploding a bleeding hole, and his heart turned into pieces of blood mud, which was hard for the immortal to save.

The eighth Buddhist bead exploded in the air, causing Xiang Yang to frown slightly and then stretched out.
Chapter completed!