"Xiang Yang, you finally appeared. He attacked and killed my guardian Zen Master Baye, and assassinated my junior brother. Today's account, let's calculate clearly in this life and death arena. Do you have anything else to say?"

Zhishan left Yuanbao aside and directly pointed his eyes at Xiang Yang.

His big ears drew wind, his nostrils turned outward, and a stream of white steam spurted out. The temperature was hot and surging, comparable to magma, and the murderous intent in his eyes was no longer concealed.

Xiang Yang did not answer, but looked at the foodie fat monk who had turned into a Buddhist son of Kashyapa Temple today, who was gentle and handsome, and even more in charge of the Pure World Buddha Certificate. The mysterious creation is really hard to guess.

"Brother Xiang, since this matter is caused by me, I will naturally take action, and you shouldn't have come."

When Monk Yuanbao saw Xiang Yang, who was also very changed, he smiled bitterly, shook his head and sighed.

The two of them met young people. Although they had been together for a short time, their friendship was extraordinary. Since he could kill Baye, who was blindly masked for himself, how could he not bear the pressure of the bitter sea lineage for the other party?

"Haha, Yuanbao, Yuanbao, it seems that after so many years, you are still the Yuanbao I know. He is pure and very good-natured.

Now I will solve this Master Zhishan first. When this matter is finished, we will find a quiet place to reminisce about the past."

Xiang Yang looked at the Yuanbao carefully and saw that he was outstanding in strength and extraordinary in his roots. He even had a Buddha's name in his hand, and his future was unlimited.

While comforting, a smile appeared at the corner of his eyes, his hands were flapped, and a force rose out of thin air to swing the Yuanbao off the ring, and said so.

As for Master Zhishan, although he had already achieved great success, he did not take it in his eyes. Even if the other party had any secret means, he was confident that he could defeat it with absolute strength.

On the other hand, seeing Xiang Yang ignore him and seemingly not taking him seriously at all, Zhishan sneered in his heart. It was indeed a despicable person, just to let him relax his vigilance. When he was negligent, he would suddenly kill and activate the power of the sword leaf, which would surely achieve success with one blow.

Thinking of this, Zhishan was sitting cross-legged and his body was still not moving. As he moved his yoke, he slid away with his body, as if a red cloud and red cloud were covering Xiangyang.

The speed is like the wind and the bitterness is like thunder, and it is really a shocking momentum.

This attack, in the eyes of the masters below the ring, was full of force and contained the power of shattering gold and splitting stones.

"The high-end version of the robe demon-suffering technique? It has three points of power when you brush and move."

Xiang Yang secretly praised in his heart, spread his eyebrows and eyes, his body does not move, his feet does not move, his right hand palm is raised, his four fingers are pinched, and his index finger is left to point at the cassock.

He smiled and was full of Zen. Although his hair was like a waterfall, he looked more like a Taoist monk than Zhishan on the opposite side.

From between the fingers, a thunderous light burst out, and thunder roared, shining with a heart-pounding light, and a light sound of waves came out.

So the powerful robe in the eyes of others seemed to be pierced by a needle, and instantly shriveled, and the ten thousand pounds of force contained on it also dissipated.

Xiang Yang has martial arts, and the sword art is the best, but it does not limit the sword art. For example, this finger contains at least twenty fingering essences, but it is all mixed by Xiang Yang in a sword energy, which is very powerful.

If Linglong, a girl from the Earth Demon lineage, saw this move, she would also re-estimate Xiang Yang's strength and potential.

His martial arts skills, which are as vast as a sea of ​​smoke, are not learned in vain.

"Good fingering and good knife skills. Sure enough, Xiang Yang is not just a speculative person who can make a name for himself."

Under the arena, there were masters cheering loudly, their eyes full of thinking and insight. Just this finger was enough to make a congenital master understand it for ten years and enjoy it.

From the small to the big, you can see the leopard in the pipe. Xiang Yang easily smashed Zhishan's attack without even having a knife, which shows that he does have power beyond ordinary innateness.

"Well, I didn't even use the knife. This kid is indeed not something I can deal with."

Knowing that Xiang Yang's martial arts are extremely powerful and he can't resist it, but Zhishan still remains unmoved, and his heart is as calm as water, without any turmoil.

He also made a palm and a punch, which were the most profound and sophisticated killing martial arts in the Kuhai lineage.

The palm print texture appeared, covering the vast area of ​​the life and death arena. It gathered spiritual energy from the void and pressed it hard, with great power to overturn the rivers and seas.

The fist is everywhere, and scarlet blood is hidden in the golden light. It is not only extremely strong, but also vicious. If you rashly fight it head-on, you may be injured by the corrosive true energy inside.

This palm, one punch, looked at more than a thousand people in the audience, and the number of people who could catch it was no more than one palm, which made many masters change their fears. The strength of the masters of the Dark Sword Sect in their hearts was indeed extraordinary.

This is just the guardian of the Tribulation Sea lineage, with the chief and deputy sect leader above it, and the Tribulation Sea of ​​the Demon Sect is only one of the thirty-six veins that is not the best. What a huge force this is?

There are also many righteous men who are concerned about their family and country. The Great Zhou takes the demons for their own use. If they have the strength to suppress them, it is a wonderful move. Otherwise, they will lead the wolf into the house, which may cause disaster.

It is not even known that the Demon Sect is the leader. It seems that we should contact the senior officials in the court again to discuss countermeasures to curb the Demon Sect.

Xiang Yang on the stage was unmoved, allowing the other party to make his voice louder and powerful, he still pointed his fingers to dissipate his palm and his fist marks disappeared without a trace. He really had the aura of being lost while chatting and laughing.

This finger has a completely different change.

"Three moves have passed, your martial arts are not worth a laugh, so you will die."

Seeing that Zhishan's martial arts were just like this, Xiang Yang felt a little disappointed. He raised his eyebrows and his eyes were like a knife. He was about to use real skills to cut it under the knife. A huge crisis suddenly arose in his heart.

This is an extremely strong intuition of death. Although Xiang Yang does not believe that Zhishan is capable of threatening him, this intuition cannot be faked.

When a person reaches a profound state of cultivation, he will generally be keen and have a sense of transcendence to ordinary people, especially in his own safety.

In fact, it is not only those who are experienced in martial arts practice, but even some ordinary people with strange physiques sometimes have this intuition, which belongs to a unique state of inspiration.

There is a saying that describes this state, which is called the cicada awakening before the autumn wind moves.

Xiang Yang has experienced hundreds of battles and has experienced several times between life and death. It can be said that he is a powerful man who has been killed.

His fighting experience is not only rich, he is alert, and has an insight into danger, but also more than ordinary warriors.

The Niwan Palace in the middle of the eyebrows trembled, and the bright red blood light was like a collapse of the sky and the earth.

The three-colored light of the soul was uncertain, and the candlelight that seemed to be about to be extinguished was only under the ice disaster of Xiang Yang taking over Xueling Mountain Weng that day.

His body was originally filled with the vast and pure true energy, but at this time, it was as solid as a snail, as if it was subdued by a stronger force.

What kind of power is this? Who lent Ji Shan such power?

If you are inducing but not venting, and if you are intoxicated but not vomiting, you will actually bring such pressure to him. If you release it, what kind of power will it be?
Chapter completed!