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Chapter six hundred and twentieth eight beheaded

Bai Ziyang took action and showed his extraordinary accomplishments. Although he looked like he was so arrogant before, he did have two brushes in his hand, not mediocre second generation ancestor.

His fish and dragon transformation is to take the agility of the fish, the charm of the dragon, and there is another change. This change is somewhat similar to the nine changes of Xiangyang's Heavenly Silkworm. The fish into a dragon is also a kind of martial arts of leap and sublimation.

So when Xiang Yang saw such martial arts, the excitement in his heart was indescribable. It was like walking alone in the desolate and deserted mountains. Suddenly, he learned that someone had walked this road before him, with joy, joy, joy, relief, and various emotions.

In fact, this martial arts can be seen from the previous twelve people who have put three fish and dragon transformations. Bai Ziyang's father turned part of his martial arts into formations, with profound cultivation and profound attainments.

The only thing that made Xiang Yang a little regretful was probably that Bai Ziyang had the agility of a fish and had no dragon charm, which was far from the essence of martial arts.

This is also understandable that the step of fish turning into dragons should be the transformation from acquired to innate. Acquired to heaven is ordinary and innate to spirits. The gap is not only the combat power, but also the foundation and power. Fish and dragons are the difference between heaven and earth.

If Bai Ziyang knew about Xiang Yang's thoughts, he would be mentally terrified. His father rarely took action, and his cultivation was unpredictable, and it was difficult for ordinary people to see his martial arts. If Xiang Yang could infer so many things through his move, was he a god or a ghost?

As for Bai Ziyang's martial arts, although he relies on his father's guidance to transform the fish and dragon into magical skills to achieve six or seven points, the lack of spiritual will is one, and the impetuous nature is the second, and the third is the second, and the so-called fish and dragon are only empty, which makes Xiang Yang lack interest.

The five white fingers gathered into one palm, and took three steps in a row. The palms used their dragon-subduing palms, and they shocked hundreds of miles to hit them. The dragon roared endlessly, and the red dragon-shaped shape winded out, wrapping around Bai Ziyang's body.

In less than three breaths, Bai Ziyang's body was blown to pieces by an extremely explosive force, and his white clothes were dyed red, leaving no whole body behind.

If Xiang Yang uses his martial arts skills to kill him, he will use the second move, which will be a waste of his knowledge.

Just as Xiang Yang pushed his palm, Lei Mian and Wang Qing rushed over at the same time, just in the gap between Xiang Yang's power exchange, and they had a good grasp of the situation and timing, and could even be said to be outstanding.

Lei Mian carries the Nine Stars to fight his body, with great strength and strong body, so he uses his fists with both hands, just like a mighty Vajra descending to earth, stretching his fist frame, and his muscles and bones move together. He hits twelve punches toward Xiang Yang's right waist. Each punch is a strong wind whistling, and his true energy bursts, fierce and fierce, still on the dragon-subduing palm used by Xiang Yang.

This is the matching boxing technique for the Nine Yaoshu Body, called Nine Yaoshu Body. The key is to use great power to blast out the most boxing paths in the shortest time. If the Nine Yaoshu Body is successful, you cannot practice it, otherwise it will definitely lose the essence of the human body and even damage the meridians and internal organs.

The Nine Stars' body-building and the Nine Stars' Fist are a combination of heaven. In one way of power and strength, it can be regarded as extremely accomplished. Lei Mian was valued by Bai Ziyang's father because his martial arts were strong enough.

Wang Qing pulled out the long sword he wore, and the sword posture was as cool as a meteor. The sword path changes such as picking, breaking, chopping, pressing, drawing, stabbing, etc. were hidden in this sword. He had the great spirit of turning all kinds of magic into a sword. He followed the way of simplifying it into a traditional way, which was also in line with his name of changing all kinds of illusions.

Compared with Cui Mingrong's sword style and creating the style of sword art, Wang Qing is definitely not inferior. Xiang Yang's sword art is simplified. Wan Wang Qing is just like the two poles of Yin and Yang. Compared with the positive and negative, it can be seen that his power is his real martial arts.

The two of them took this joint action, not to be earth-shaking, but looking at Qianjun, no acquired person dared to escape unstoppable. Even a genius like Wan Tiancheng who was a disciple of the Dragon King was only three or four minutes.

However, there is a person in this world who can not only be unharmed, but can even be injured in the cultivation level that is unimaginable in the future.

The tall body suddenly became like a willow tree twitching branches, and silk as thin as gold threads rushed out from the skin around the neck. Each one was as soft as cotton, as tough as iron, and as strong as gold, extending outward and floating.

For a moment, Lei Mian's twelve blows of Nine Yaoshu's Fist were hammered on Xiang Yang's Tian Silk. The silk was swaying like a wave of water to remove the force, and it was not damaged at all. The surging force of the fist could break the steel and destroy the rocks, but it kept smashing the seemingly weak silk.

Not only that, Lei Mian's twelve punches did not retain its strength, and it exploded and was shaken back by silk. The steel bars and bones in his body were also a little sore and numb, and two snot-like blood objects burst out from his nose.

This is the most soft way of the heavenly silk, which is the most basic and purest martial arts principle.

Wang Qing stabbed more than a hundred swords in an instant, and the afterimage transformed, and the sword energy came out. However, the golden silk was dense like rain and fog. Every time the sword tip was stabbed, a silk that was more hard than gold and iron shot through the air.

After a collision, sparks splashed everywhere and qi burst out. An invisible hole was pierced from the tip of the long sword in Wang Qing's hand. The qi was like thunder and fire transmitted back to Wang Qing's body along the sword body. The hand was burnt black and blood was dripping, and the Tiansil silk itself was completely unscathed.

This is the most powerful way of heavenly silk. It is also the basic and profound martial arts in the ocean of martial arts. Beginners can understand it, and innate and even higher-level martial arts can be mastered.

At this time, the picture falling in Yan Mumei's eyes was extremely magical. Xiang Yang was wrapped in golden silk, and there were strong men who subdued dragons and tigers on both sides attacked each other with masters with clear swordsmanship, but was blocked by a shallow layer of silk and injured. His peerless style, transcendent martial arts, and profound realm were really hard to describe, and he could not be seen with his own eyes.

Although the Nine Changes of the Heavenly Silkworms were created by Xiang Yang, Xiang Yang could only see three or four points of the mystery. Even so, it was not something that Lei Mian and Wang Qing could resist.

As soon as the thought moved, the silk from Xiang Yang's right hand tangled and changed, and finally turned into a golden knife, crescent like the moon, the light shining like the sun, and there was no handle of the knife. The blade came out along the edge of the palm, and the human knife was truly one, not just the unity in the realm.

The next moment, Xiang Yang jumped up, handed out the golden scimitar in his hand, slashed with the wind, plain, silent, simple and pure, and a three-year-old child could dance.

The divine sword was slashed out, and almost at the same time, the sound of the cloth being torn apart and the sound of the sword being broken sounded at the same time. Two powerful men who were enough to dominate the day after tomorrow stood blankly in their original position.

Lei Mian relies on fame and even the dominant Nine-Yao body to make a fortune was instantly broken. The curved sword energy was like a smooth mirror, blocking the body from the waist and sprinkling the organs all over the ground.

Wang Qing was the same. He was going to die before Lei Mian because his long sword was broken instantly, and Lei Mian's horizontal training would be a little effort.

And that is, this may be the order of death between one percent of the breath.

The golden scimitar in his hand shattered into silk, retracting back into Xiang Yang's body.

The wet wind blew from the river, and the bloody smell was cleared.

There were only three living creatures left in the entire dock, Xiang Yangyan Mumei and Xiao Hei.

"Let's go, it's time for us to get on the boat."
Chapter completed!
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