Chapter 125: Ingenious Martial Arts

At this time, Takeda suddenly returned the knife into the sheath, half squatted, holding the sheath with his left hand and the handle of the knife with his right hand. The momentum fell down from the peak before, containing but not revealing, ready to go.

There is no such strange posture in the martial arts of the Central Plains. The onlookers secretly claim to be strange. They don't understand what medicine is sold in this Fusang warrior gourd and begin to talk about it.

"What does this mean? Did you admit defeat? It's not like you!"

"He was still bowing during the battle, which shows that he was restrained, or he didn't contribute much at all. It's strange."

"You don't understand. Looking at this situation, the next move should be earth-shaking. Now it's even the tranquility before the outbreak!"

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There are many knowledgeable people in the crowd, and they have guessed the intention of Takeda's posture.

This is Duan Langtian. Although Gongsunqing knows Duan Langtian's ability, he can't help but worry secretly.

"It's hard to say!" Lin Yemang finally finished watching the scenery and retorted, "Although I don't know Brother Duan's martial arts level, the Takeda used the most terrible 'drawn knife' of the Fusang warrior, which was extremely domineering. If Brother Duan didn't care a little..." He didn't finish his words, but the meaning was already obvious.

When everyone was talking, Takeda moved and his figure flashed again. He has arrived in front of Duan Langtian. He seems to have a strange step method. The effect is not much different from Duan Langtian's King Kong body method now. In this way, the cold sky was properly applied to adapt to changes just now, but even if his big knife did not He was cut off by Juyi's text, and I'm afraid he is not this Takeda's opponent.

However, although Takeda has rushed to Duan Langtian, he still maintained his previous posture. Duan Langtian didn't know why, but he didn't dare to act rashly and continued to watch the change. At the moment when Takeda and Duan Langtian were about to pass by, on the top of the thumb of their left hand and their right hand began to draw the knife with force, just like music. At first, it was steady and slow. In the middle, it became faster, and when the tip of the knife broke away from the sheath, it was as fast as a flash of the wind, and at that moment, the bursting knife spirit bursting along the flowing knife light, along the Langtian. On the top of the head, draw a big arc and cut it to the chest. The nearly perfect arc interprets the final essence of the Fusang knife method. This is like a knife to seize the creation of heaven and earth. Can Duan Langtian receive it?

Duan Langtian himself doesn't know.

However, of course, he could not sit and wait for death. The right index finger, which condensed the internal strength of his whole body, followed the curvature of Takeda Juyi's text.

I didn't see what happened at that moment. Suddenly, Takeda returned to the scabbard, and Duan Langtian seemed to evaporate in the air and disappeared.

"Thank you for your mercy!" A trace of blood overflowed from the corners of Takeda's mouth, and then fell to the ground, unconscious.

"You're welcome. I want to thank you." The voice came from heaven.

Everyone looked up and saw Duan Langtian's hands folded and slowly falling like the nine gods and Buddhas.

Murong Yang retreated from the war, and secretly calculated the way out of the siege in his heart. After more than a dozen moves, the man in black's right palm guarded his chest and slapped Murong Yang's heart obliquely. Murong Yang's heart moved, as if he had used this move just now. It seemed that his mastery had been exhausted. If he remembers correctly, his move is a move that crosses his body slightly, with his right palm to the bottom of his left hand.

Sure enough, Murong Yang avoided his left palm, and his right hand did not wait for the first move to be recycled, and it had been attacked again. Murong Yang turned around and punched his right palm. He only felt that his arm was sore and his toes float back a little. Behind him, two people in black attacked Murong Yang's ribs, and one raised his leg to sweep Murong Yang's calf. Murong Yang bit his teeth, and his body floated a foot higher. His toes kicked on the man's calf, his body turned, and his back was hit hard to float out of the crowd. As soon as he landed, he didn't care about the blood in his body, and he quickly left.

After running for dozens of miles in a row, Murong Yang saw that there were no pursuers behind him, so he slowed down. As soon as he stopped, he couldn't help spitting out blood. Originally, the man's palm could not hurt Murongyang, but Murong Yang first borrowed the power of the palm of the leader in black, and his body had suffered minor injuries. In addition, he ran dozens of miles in a row and did not move his skills to heal his wounds in time, so he did not spit blood. Murong Yang found a secret mountain stone and sat down to heal his wounds. As soon as he started his hand, he only heard an old voice: "Sure enough, it's rare and rare to escape under the command of Flying Eagle and Flying Eagle Nine Guards." With two "unlike" in a row, a tall and thin masked man in gray has fallen in front of Murong Yang.

Murong Yang was shocked, stood up, spit out a small mouthful of blood, and shook his body and quickly held the trunk beside him. It's true that Murong Yang vomited blood, just because his body is a little stronger than the leader in black. Even if Murong Yang is not injured, he may not be his opponent. He had to pretend to be seriously injured in a hurry. Murong Yang wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth and said, "Are you talking about those people in black?" Then he smiled bitterly and said, "What a bad luck. After playing for a long time, I don't know who the opponent is? I haven't heard of Flying Eagle Jiuwei, the leader of Flying Eagle, but I almost killed Murong Yang!"

The man in gray laughed and said, "Don't you know a lot?" Then he turned his voice and said sharply, "Where did you learn it?" Murong Yang's heart was shocked. Murong Yang walked around the world. No one could see that Murong Yang's mind was to turn the stars, and this person could actually shout out. Murongyang said in a trembling voice, "Who are you?" Grey man said, "You don't need to know this. It's just that I'm getting more and more curious about you and a little reluctant to kill you. What do you think is good?" Speaking of the last sentence, the figure shook, and his right arm brushed towards Murong Yang.

Murong Yang has long been on guard, but his seemingly simple brush is actually both offensive and defensive, stable and fast. Murongyang waved a fist, but he took advantage of the situation and floated away a few feet away. He didn't take the opportunity to attack. He looked at Murong Yang's footwork and his eyes were full of light. Murong Yang's heart moved, didn't he want to understand the change of the stars?

Murong Yang knew that he was definitely not an easy person. At present, he didn't want to be entangled. He shot repeatedly with his two fingers, and several true qi quickly shot him in the upper, middle and lower three key points. The man in gray waved his left hand, which not only offset Murong Yang's finger strength, but also made Murong Yang's fingers painful and cracked. Then Murong Yang's right index finger stretched out and connected the void. The man in black only felt that three extremely strong finger winds hit Murong Yang's chest. In shock, his hands were wrapped around his chest, and the Taiji vortex condensed by Beiming Zhenqi burst out in an instant, and the three finger wind melted into the vortex. The gray man's body trembled slightly, and his toes were connected. He floated in front of his body, and his hands were pushed one by one. The Taiji vortex air mass actually shifted two feet to the side.

The man in black was shocked and his inner breath fluttered. This is the star shift. Although he failed to turn back the Taiji vortex, there is no other martial arts skills that can make the high-speed rotating true qi move. There is no other martial arts except Gusu Murong's star shift. This person must be a man of the Murong family. Murong Yang's mind turned to understand that he must have been hidden in the apricot forest. Hearing what Murong Yang said to Bao, he felt that Murongyang was a deep threat to him, so he wanted to kill Murong Yang.

Murong Yang's heart moved and said, "There is no evidence to advance or retreat, if you are impermanent, if you are impermanent, if you are in danger..." These words are all formulas in the process of star shift. When the man in black heard the words, his body stopped, and the offensive slowed down. Murong Yang continued: "When I turn around, it's like a god... Everything is out of shock, the east, and the water is for heaven and earth..." The last few words are that Murong Yang changed the name of the position. Even if he is extremely smart, he can't understand for a moment or three minutes. Sure enough, the man in black's moves are getting more and more fierce. He is listening and thinking silently.

Murong Yang shouted, "Gong, everything has returned, so it has not been helped, and it will always be..." When the man in black realized, Murong Yang suddenly raised his whole body and hit the man in black. Although the man in black is listening to Murong Yang's words, how can his old treacherous and slippery people not be wary? They also raised their palms and hit Murong Yang. With a bang, the internal force collided and the airflow was turbulent. Murong Yang couldn't help spitting out a mouthful of blood and flew away, and the man in black also took several steps back.

Murong Yang did not dare to relax at all. Murong Yang gathered his hands and guarded the door tightly, from left to right, right to left, and endlessly. It's just that the man's moves in black are really exquisite, but when he sees his palms flying, his moves are rigorous, calm and old, but they are extremely fast and fierce. They are all moves halfway, and they have changed their moves and are difficult to think about. In an instant, nearly a hundred moves have passed. Murong Yang's forehead was full of sweat, and the breath in his body was rolling, especially the wound under the ribs.

Murong Yang swept back regardless of the injury.