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- Chapter 245 Challenge
Yang Xiao¡¯s martial arts are comprehensive, but they are not superficial. He is gifted with extraordinary talent and has an excellent memory. He has practiced each martial arts profoundly, and when combined together, he is unpredictable and extremely powerful.
Whether it is a palm or a fist, or a claw or a finger, the hands can be used in many ways, like cutting with a sword, chopping with a knife, or chopping with an axe. The moves are complex and unpredictable, which is dazzling.
Those who watched the war around could not help sucking air -conditioning. Such a beautiful and exquisite move can deal with themselves!
Zhou Zhiruo's figure is fluttering, light and graceful, sometimes in front, sometimes behind, advancing and retreating, gentle and agile, elegant and elegant.
Her hands were snow-white and crystal clear, and her fingers were green and tender. They were slender and slender, plucking or twisting, just like playing a zither. Her slender green fingers never left Yang Xiao's pulse, which made it difficult for him to perform to his fullest extent.
Yang Xiao's palm suddenly reached in front of Zhou Zhiruo, and when he was about to hit her, her slender fingers wrapped around him, following him like a shadow, covering his wrist. She made a light stroke with her fingertips, elegant and graceful, but with hidden murderous intent, forcing him to retreat. Palm changes moves.
It¡¯s as if he has been drawing a bow to shoot an arrow. He has been preparing for a long time, but always withdraws it at the last moment. This happens again and again. Even though he has profound skills, he can¡¯t stand it. His breath is slightly suffocated and his movement is not smooth.
Yang Xiao has experienced this feeling of suffocation once, that time when he was competing with Lin Xiaoqing. He was so timid and unable to let go. Even though he had exquisite martial arts, he couldn't use it, which made him want to look up to the sky and roar.
Although the hall is spacious, the ceremony this time is too lively, and the Huashan School is also trying its best to make it lively, so there are many guests and the tables are quite crowded.
Although Xiao Yuesheng and Li Ruoyun were at the next table, they were very close to each other, with their backs facing each other, and they could smell each other's breath.
Li Ruoyun said to himself lightly: "I didn't expect that Yang Xiao's martial arts would be so advanced."
She had seen the last competition between Yang Xiao and Lin Xiaoqing, and when she saw them now, she immediately realized that Yang Xiao's internal strength seemed to have improved a level.
"Yeah." Xiao Yuesheng played with the silver cup and nodded slightly.
????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? When you reach the state of Yang Xiao, it is extremely difficult to advance in martial arts. It is like the tip of a pole, or like sailing against the current, with great resistance.
¡°He was able to advance to the next level in such a short period of time, presumably with the help of outside forces. Unexpectedly, it must be Zhang Wuji¡¯s credit.
Everyone held their breath, clasped their hands, and stared at the two people in the field. Yang Xiao's Qinggong was extremely high, and his body skills were exquisite. They were punching and kicking with Zhou Zhiruo, and they were indistinguishable.
Zhou Zhiruo's figure flashed, as graceful as a dance. She was really beautiful, but her hands were filled with murderous intent.
????Everyone watching the battle is an expert. They can clearly see the murderous intention contained in Zhou Zhiruo's bare hands. If they put themselves in the situation and imagine themselves as Yang Xiao, they feel that this move is rare. Yang Xiao has been in the martial arts for so many years. It is really not a fluke!
"It's another great shift!" A coquettish voice sounded, but it came from Xiao Yuesheng's third junior sister Lin Xiaoqing. She was wearing an apricot yellow singlet, with a slender figure and a graceful figure. She was sitting at the table, exuding elegance. and laziness.
Yang Xiao was helpless at this time. Her moves were far less sophisticated than her opponent's. She could always intercept her own moves and force herself to change her moves. With a ruthless heart, she used her special skills.
Using the Great Shift of the Universe, he began to fight head-on, wanting to use his deep inner strength as a weapon. Although the other party was young and could not win with such force, he could no longer care so much.
Zhou Zhiruo smiled faintly, stopped changing her moves, and faced Yang Xiao's big hand with her delicate hands.
There was a "bang" sound, and both of them took a step back. She felt her figure involuntarily jump forward, as if her internal force was being drawn forward instead of being pushed back. She was startled, but was not released. His internal energy surged and he stabilized his body.
At this time, when I heard Lin Xiaoqing¡¯s reminder, I already understood in my heart that this was the Ming Cult¡¯s magical power of suppressing the world, and I felt slightly excited.
Regarding the Great Shift of the Universe, she had heard Lin Xiaoqing talk about it during her last trip to Guangmingding. Her words were quite regretful, as if she was disappointed with its power, and she could restrain it by just using the Ning Jade Palm.
Zhou Zhiruo spun her lotus feet, dissipating the remaining energy, and stabilized her figure. She looked at Yang Xiao, whose eyes were dazzling and powerful. She slowly raised her hands to her chest, and her original snow-white hands became even more The jade palm of the Shuiyun Sect is just a few shades of white.
Her Ning Jade Palm's fire was still shallow, so she didn't know if she could defeat him. But her husband was right behind her, so she didn't worry at all and struck out with her palm.
Yang Xiao was secretly annoyed when he saw the strangeness in her palms. He smiled bitterly and secretly called it bad luck. He knew this palm skill, but he was afraid that it would be in vain this time.
But the arrogance and anger still remain in my heart. I have been in the martial arts for many years, but it is too embarrassing to be inferior to a young disciple of the Emei Sect!
? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ??, then he used his full strength and no longer held back his hand. Suddenly, with a palm, he collided head-on with the slender jade palm.
The sound of "bang" was dull, but it spread very far. The people watching the battle felt their eyes flickering, like an earthquake.
Yang Xiao¡¯s figure swayed, his complexion suddenly turned red, and blood all over his body seemed to rush to his face. Like Guan Gong, he swayed for a few times, finally took a step back, and then took another step back.
After two steps, the red face turned pale, like a piece of white paper, bloodless, as if all the blood had flowed away.
On the hard bluestone ground, two footprints were half a foot deep. Yang Xiao's feet were still stuck in them and could not be pulled out.
Zhou Zhiruo's face remained as usual, and she stood quietly on the spot. Although the heat of her Ning Jade Palm was still shallow, its internal energy was profound and its power was extraordinary when used.
Her internal strength is different from that of others who have worked hard, but she has cultivated it with Xiao Yuesheng. It can be said that she has made rapid progress with each passing day, which is quite tricky, but people's chances are like this, and there is no fairness at all.
"Okay, that's it." Xiao Yuesheng's faint voice sounded, and he put down the silver cup with a gentle smile on his face.
"That's right, let's forget it until we click on it." Zhang Wuji also nodded hastily, and with a movement of his body, he flew up from the chair, jumped behind Yang Xiao, patted him lightly, and said with a smile: "Yang Zuoshi, it's better to forget it." Forget it."
The aura in Yang Xiao's body was chaotic, like a wild horse running wild, running around and out of his control. When he was anxious, a pure and gentle internal force suddenly poured in, like boiling water meeting ice and snow, and his body suddenly calmed down.
He took a breath, nodded, clasped his fists and said, "I will obey the Lord's decree."
He then turned to Zhou Zhiruo and clasped his fists and said, "Miss Zhou is very skilled in martial arts. I'm willing to show you my inferiority. I admire you, I admire you!"
The crowd around him made a "buzzing" sound, talked about it, and sighed incredulously. Yang Xiao was the top master in the martial arts world. Even the leaders of the six major sects were only Shaolin, Wudang, and Emei.
"Now, it is unbelievable and unbelievable that a second-generation disciple of the Emei Sect, and the youngest disciple, can defeat him.
Although she disliked Yang Xiao, she admired him for being so upright. Zhou Zhiruo clasped her fists and said lightly: "Young Master Yang is too polite. The victory or defeat of this battle is still unknown."
She also felt that she was taking advantage of her husband and relied on her internal strength to win, which was a bit of a win without using force. She also saved a sliver of face for Yang Xiao, just for the sake of brother Wuji's face.
Yang Xiao shook his head and smiled, said no more, and silently returned to his seat.
Seeing his somewhat lonely expression, the masters around him felt sad that the rabbit had died. Such a master as Yang Xiao was lost in the hands of such a young disciple of the Emei Sect. A lifetime of fame was lost in one fell swoop. This is the cruelty of the martial arts world. .
For a moment, the hall suddenly became quiet
"I, Zhao Qingyuan, would like to ask Young Master Xiao for some advice!" A clear voice suddenly sounded from the crowd, and a tall and tall young man walked out, with a long sword on his waist and an air of dignity.
Everyone looked up and watched, and there was a sound of discussion. This man had sharp eyebrows, lips as if painted with elixir, and a nose like hanging gallbladder. His eyes were sparkling, his brows were heroic, and there was no hint of weakness at all. He was really a white horse in the girl's eyes. prince.
"This is Zhao Qingyuan with a sword like lightning. Why is he here too?" Someone whispered.
"He is a young hero and a leader of the younger generation. It is natural that he will receive invitations. It is not surprising." The person next to him disagreed.
"Pfft" chuckled, as if he couldn't help laughing, the laughter was clear and sweet.
People looked around, but the woman at the table of Shuiyun School. The woman's eyes were full of bright eyes, bright and deep, and it was involuntary and could not extricate themselves.
"Fifth sister, don't laugh!" Yang Yuqi, who was wearing a light green shirt, gently pulled Liu Qingquan's sleeves and whispered.
"Fourth sister, I can't help it!" Liu Qingquan twisted his waist, glanced at the tall and tall Zhao Qingyuan, and said in a sweet voice. Hearing the excitement of everyone around him, he wanted to step forward to protect her.
Zhao Qingyuan¡¯s fair and handsome face was slightly red, and he obviously understood that the girl with bright eyes was smiling at him, but he was a little confused.
"If it were anyone else, he could have yelled at her, but when faced with a pretty girl, he couldn't lose his temper at all. Moreover, this girl had such a pure temperament that he really couldn't bear it.
Xiao Yuesheng put down the silver cup he was playing with, frowned, and asked lightly: "This young hero, why do you want to fight with me?" - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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