Hua Duan woke up from the memory, looking at Xiang Yang with strange eyes. Wen Shiyi and others suddenly gasped and looked at the field in horror. How could Xiang Yang feel at all incompetent in his thoughts and spiritual gathering?

"What kind of martial arts was that just now? It actually attracted people's emotions. It made me obsessed with it unknowingly. It seems that it is not the right way?"

Wen Shiyi's face changed. If the lion's roar is the majestic and righteous path of Buddhism and can suppress people's hearts, then the wonderful sound of the demon is an expert who attracts people's hearts and makes people's spirits distracted.

Hua Duan thought that he had already gained the upper hand with Guo Huiyu, but he didn't know that Xiang Yang was careless and secretly slandered him. The Demon Sect was weird and hurting people invisibly, so he didn't have similar means.

The two of them have actually reached the highest spiritual duel. They cannot produce tricks or their true energy, but their spirits influence each other.

It was not until this time that Hua Bin truly regarded Xiang Yang as an opponent, a master who had understood the spiritual path, was qualified to be at the same level as him.

There is no sign of any sign. The flower was a few meters away from Xiangyang the moment before. The next second, it had waved its sleeves and hit Xiangyang. The sleeve contained a mysterious true energy with a vague and scented rhyme. Yin and Yang were united and flowed together.

Hua Di’s practice is the martial arts of the Hehuan lineage. This martial arts emphasizes the practice of men and women, and there are two schools.

One is a couple who practices together, with yin and yang in harmony, and the two have a mutual friendship, and their feelings are endless. It is no less than the dual cultivation method of the Happy Buddha lineage. It is an extremely superior martial art and will not do evil.

A man in this lineage cultivates true qi and pure yang, while a woman cultivates true qi and pure yin, and the Yin and Yang are clearly distinguished. Joining forces to fight against the enemy will lead to no power.

Another way is to practice differently, to choose suitable cauldrons, teach them the martial arts of the Hehuan lineage, and when the melon is ripe and the stems fall, then collect and replenish them, use them to use them to use them to combine the yin and yang true energy into one, which is a great disaster.

This lineage actually has a disadvantage. Although it seems that the cultivation of true qi should be improved by leaps and bounds, Hehuan is not simply absorbing true qi, and yin and yang must maintain a delicate balance.

If you absorb too much yin energy and have gaps in yin and yang, even if you are taught by nature, it is difficult to see the exquisiteness and profoundness of this martial arts.

Xiang Yang's face changed slightly, and his thick palm contained the cold air, which hit him horizontally, using the means of turning qi into ice and the ice-cold palm. He superimposed on both sides, and the flowing sleeves instantly stagnated, freezing, and frost burst out.

Whether it is the Dragon Subduing Palm or the Seven Injury Fist of Xiangyang, it is not as suitable as the skill of the cold lineage, because the combination of true qi and yin and yang is the most difficult to deal with, and the artistic conception of endless vitality is that the cold lineage is in line with the time.

Huadian swung his sleeves, shaking the ice and frost, and was surprised and confused. The previous magic sound of the demon was a coincidence, was this ice demon qigong also a coincidence?

His Hehuan lineage and the Ice Demon lineage are both the Demon Sect, and he also has some understanding of the martial arts of this Sect. Xiang Yang used the method of turning qi into ice to urge the Ice Palm, which could not be hidden from others, but could not be hidden from him.

Flowers continued to wave their sleeves, their steps were mysterious, floating like fairies, and their posture was elegant, as if they were rushing into butterflies among flowers. It seemed that outsiders did not seem to be fighting with the enemy, but were strolling under the starry sky and by the sea.

Xiang Yang's spirit gathered, turned into orange glass to reflect the flowers' different attack trajectories, and saw through the opponent's weakness, and his martial arts were all over. The first palm was the extremely fierce Dragon Subduing Palm, and the next blow became a erratic golden-topped Palm. When the momentum was over, the palm turned into a fist, and the fist turned into a finger, and the Doro Leaf finger bloomed, like a borough flower blooming...

The two of them fought like two chess players playing chess. Each move and every move shows their profound martial arts attainments, and the ambush of the back hands emerged one after another.

Especially when taking action, there is a faint spiritual confusion, and ordinary masters are afraid that they cannot block a single blow.

Xiang Yang's combat style at this time was very different from when fighting with Leng Hong and others, because his cultivation level is at a disadvantage now. If he uses powerful moves to consume his true energy, he will be defeated to a large extent.

Only by carefully calculating each point of force, changing the backhand of each strike, and seeing the flaws of different martial arts can you have a chance to win.

All the onlookers in this battle were extremely skilled martial arts. They were unknowingly attracted to the vicinity. Everyone discussed with each other, their eyes shone brightly, and they consciously benefited a lot.

"Oh, this person is really good at traitors who are different. His martial arts are as beautiful as a stunning girl, and his moves often show the profound meaning. I'm afraid that only Brother Wen can fight with us."

"Yes, but in my eyes, Xiang Yang is even more powerful. His cultivation is not as good as Hua Bi, but he has never been at a disadvantage. I am afraid Brother Wen can't do this control of martial arts."

The expert talked, and Wen Shiyi was very moved when she heard it, and even her blood was boiling. She wished she could fight herself to quench her hunger and thirst.

During this period, Guo Huiyu looked at Xiang Yang's several moves and showed a surprised expression. A illusionate finger and a striking change of stars made her think of Xiang Yue, a gangster master she had met. The human skin mask she wore was made by her third uncle.

However, what she was confused about was Xiang Yang's tall and majestic figure, which was very different from that Xiang Zhi. Is it the same person, or a martial art that happened to be a coincidence, or the two of them came from the same school?

Yes, this woman is Hong Yanzhi, the leader of the Rouge thief, one of the sixteen horse thieves, and she is also considered an old acquaintance of Xiang Yang.

The two of them fought all the way, and they could still not show any expression in the early stage, and they could accurately control the dissipation of true qi, all of which were used to defeat the enemy. As time went by, the energy gradually dissipated.

Xiang Yang's three-part return to the essence of the body is all made by one's own practice, or the initiation of the heavenly book, pure and unadulterated.

Although Huabi’s true energy is mysterious, it finally takes a shortcut to cultivate by absorbing the essence of his cauldron.

Although yin and yang are integrated, they are not integrated after all, so the first wisp of true energy that smashes the door of the shop next to him is the one who escapes.

And it was this subtle gap and change that Xiang Yang saw and caught.

The tourmaline knife behind it seemed like a rope was pulled. It swirled out with a clang and fell into Xiang Yang's hand. A green knife light illuminated the dark street.

Like the strong wind, like thunder, the endless love thread, the decisive murderous aura, they all swung in a knife, hitting the flower's different auras for the moment when the flower's different auras dissipated.

Since fighting with Leng Hong, Xiang Yang has also improved his understanding of his sword technique. With his attack, his sword technique is so powerful that everyone, including Hua Bin, feels suddenly trembling in his heart.

This sword was like the spring breeze blowing the wrinkles on the lake. This sword, a stroke of sword light concealed the sharp sword energy of seven invincible and everything. This sword was a sword with the right time, place, and people at the peak.

The sound of cloth tearing sounded, and the light of the sword disappeared, and rolling blood beads at the blade dripped along the tip of the knife to the ground. With a ticking, the sound was extremely weak and extremely crisp.

Hua Duan sighed and looked down at his snow-white clothes. He dispelled the six sword auras in the sword light, but was finally killed.

"What a fast knife, what a beautiful knife, what a great knife, what a shame, if you had chosen another path, maybe you would have died in the battle today."

Puchi, a blood blade suddenly ejected from Huadian's chest, and all the true qi in his meridians were destroyed by this knife. He would definitely die, and it would be difficult for the gods to save him.

The moment of decisive victory is the moment of life and death.

The moment before consciousness fell into darkness, the woman who tried hard to persuade him, hoping to follow the Hehuan lineage and another martial arts path. In the end, he killed her, and she made him successful.
Chapter completed!