Martial Arts Assassin Master

Chapter 166

The inside of the secret passage is dark and damp, and you can't see your fingers.

Zhao Fanxing immediately lit a torch and slowly moved inside.

There were a lot of water drops hanging on the walls on both sides. When I reached out and touched them, they were extremely cold.

There were also many small ditches in the ground under his feet, and he had to walk around these things to keep his feet from getting wet.

Fortunately, this secret passage is wide and not narrow, allowing everyone to pass side by side.

The small map shows the terrain of the entire secret passage, so that Zhao Fanxing will not get lost.

Half an hour later, everyone arrived at the depths of the secret passage.

In front of you is an underground palace.

Nangong Zi and the three guardians were among them.

At this time, under the protection of many Demon Cult masters, the Heavenly Demon Sect Master was drinking wine proudly: "The decent people above must have already killed them all."

Sikong Yu asked: "Master Nangong, are we just going to hide like this? Won't we go up?"

Nangong Zi asked back: "Go up? Do you want to fight to the death with those masters? The best way now is to hide here, wait for the limelight to pass, and make a comeback."

Sikong Yu hastily bowed his head and cupped his hands: "What Nangong Hierarch said is true, it's due to his negligence."

Seeing this scene, Zhao Fanxing turned around and said to everyone: "Master Wu, you and Abbot Daotian try to hold back the three guardians, and I will deal with Nangong Zi."

Abbot Daotian clasped his hands together: "Amitabha, leader Zhao, I will definitely do it. But please be careful with the leader, don't be careless."

Wu Chengwei also said seriously: "You're right, Nangong Zi is no ordinary martial arts master."

Zhao Fanxing smiled: "No problem."

"Little Li Flying Knife!" Before he finished speaking, he flew up, and a flying knife flew out from his fingertips, heading towards Nangong Zi's throat.

"Dang!" But as soon as the flying knife arrived in front of Nangong Zi, it was blocked by the "Heavenly Demon True Qi" around him and fell to the ground.

The Tianmo leader also turned around, a little surprised, but also a little excited and said: "Leader Zhao, you can actually find this place."

Zhao Fanxing nodded: "That's right, Nangong Zi, you'd better admit defeat."

Nangong Zi shook her head: "Leader Zhao, do you really think you can defeat me in martial arts?"

Zhao Fanxing drew his sword out of its sheath and pointed at the opponent: "Let's make a move."

"Sura Divine Palm!" Nangong Zi rushed forward, her palms also swayed with the wind, releasing countless green palm winds full of yin.

"Broken Palm Style!" Zhao Fanxing calmly used "Dugu Nine Swords" to fight the enemy.

At this time, Nangong Zi's palm technique was very strange, and he continuously attacked three vital points on his head, throat, and lower abdomen, each palm carrying a fierce palm wind.

But Zhao Fanxing's sword moves are more ingenious, sweeping and stabbing continuously, attacking the weak points in the enemy's palm with sword energy.

Nangong Zi's palm wind was neutralized by the sword energy, and she was almost hit in the chest by the sword energy, unable to gain the upper hand at all.

He was not discouraged, but jumped up high, waved his palms in the air, and slapped Zhao Fanxing's head and shoulders continuously.

Nangong Zi's move was extremely fast, and he hit hundreds of palms in the blink of an eye.

Zhao Fanxing did not dodge, but swung his long sword and stabbed hundreds of swords in succession.

Each sword stabbed into the opponent's palm.

As a result, Nangong Zi's offensive was completely in vain, and he had to use his own palm to forcefully fight him.

But Zhao Fanxing practiced the three powerful internal skills of "Nine Suns Magic", "Arhat's Subduing Demons", and "Shenzhao Gong", and he was not at a disadvantage in the confrontation, so he still flew Nangong Zizhen away.

"Sword swing!" After guarding against the opponent's attack, he also stepped forward, swinging the long sword backhand obliquely, and slashed at the opponent's chest and lower abdomen.

"Heavenly Demon True Qi!" Nangong Zi waved his palms at this moment, gathering strong red True Qi in front of his chest.

As soon as Zhao Fanxing's long sword touched this zhenqi, it was directly sucked into it and could not be pulled out.

He himself was also affected by the zhenqi, and his whole body became stiff, unable to move.

Nangong Zi sneered: "Hmph, Leader Zhao, have you seen my strength? I am the best in the world!"

"Qi-breaking style!" Zhao Fanxing immediately changed his moves, mobilized his whole body's internal energy, swung his sword forward rapidly, and stabbed at the flaw in the opponent's true energy.

"Boom!" After a loud noise, Nangong Zi's true energy was shattered and disappeared invisible.

The two were also thrown out by the shock and almost fell to the ground.

Although he cracked the opponent's moves, Zhao Fanxing's mouth was numb, his arms were sore, and his blood was surging.

Nangong Zi was bleeding from the corner of his mouth and suffered minor internal injuries.

But instead of being disappointed, he shouted excitedly: "What a powerful sword move, it can break my true energy. Leader Zhao, I underestimated you."

"Black Jade Fist!" Nangong Zi used his true energy for a while, and then launched an attack again.

His fists were punched out like a torrential rain, releasing countless black rays of light, attacking Zhao Fanxing's chest and face.

Seeing the enemy's offensive, Zhao Fanxing also sheathed his sword and used the "Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms" to resist.

"Crack!" The fists and palms intersected, and the two continued to compete for internal strength.

"Heavenly Demon Divine Art!" At the same time, Nangong Zi also activated her internal force, releasing six red light balls, flying out from different directions, attacking Zhao Fanxing's shoulders and back.

For a while, he was flanked by the enemy back and forth.

"Take the six dragons in time!" Zhao Fanxing did not panic, waved his palms, and released six golden dragons, flying around him.

"Boom, boom, boom!" The red light ball and black fist force released by Nangong Zi were directly smashed into pieces and disappeared into nothingness.

He was also shocked and retreated continuously: "Could it be the 'Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms'?"

Zhao Fanxing smiled: "Your Excellency has good eyesight."

"Don't use Qianlong!" Before he finished speaking, he waved his palms and released a golden dragon, circling and rushing forward.

"Heavenly Devil Qi Pillar!" Nangong Zi waved his hands immediately, releasing a red Qi Pillar to block the attack.

"Boom!" The air pillar and the giant dragon collided, canceling each other out.

Zhao Fanxing continued to wave his palms, fighting against Nangong Zi across the air.

The two also fought inextricably.

Numerous large pits were blasted into the surrounding ground, and even the stone pillars were blown into pieces.

On the other hand, Abbot Daotian also used the "Yi Jin Sutra" and "Thousand-leaf Palm of Tathagata" to deal with the "life-threatening protector" Yu Wenkuang and the "beautiful protector" Ximen Yan with one person's power.

I saw Ximen Yan with a bit of murderous look on her face, and also with a bit of temptation, she performed the "Silver Dragon Whip Technique", using a long silver whip to beat the opponent's throat and the top of the head continuously.

But as soon as her attack touched within three feet of Abbot Daotian's body, she was bounced back by the true energy of the "Yi Jin Jing".

Ximen Yan was not willing to give in, but said in a seductive tone: "Abbott, you hurt others, it's all your fault."

Abbot Daotian remained unmoved, standing there like a wooden stake, still attacking the enemy.

Yu Wenkuang's "Heavenly Demon Sword Technique" is completely different.

The sword energy he released could break the true energy around Abbot Daotian and get close to the target.

But Abbot Daotian's palms suddenly exerted strength at this moment, releasing thousands of invisible palms, slapping the opponent's chest and lower abdomen.

Yu Wenkuang had no choice but to give up the attack and draw back his sword to resist.

Therefore, even though one was against two, Abbot Daotian still did not lose the wind.

He could have tried his best, but out of the heart of "compassion", he was still reluctant to kill the killer.

Yuwenkuang and Ximenyan also took advantage of this and continued to besiege, trying to exhaust Abbot Daotian's internal strength.

(End of this chapter)