Martial Arts Assassin Master

Chapter 168
"Yin Yang Divine Art!" Sikong Yu didn't expect Zhao Fanxing to stand up suddenly, and immediately waved his right palm, releasing a strong palm wind to resist.

"Break Qi Style!" Zhao Fanxing suddenly changed his move, flew back, slashed out with the long sword backhand, released a sword energy, and hit the opponent's palm directly.

"Bang!" Sikong Yu's palm wind was dispelled, and disappeared into nothingness in an instant.

However, Zhao Fanxing's attack remained unabated, his body moved forward rapidly, and he slashed with the long sword in his hand.

"Chaotic Sword Style!" Thousands of sword lights flashed, attacking the opponent.

Sikong Yu immediately released two qi, one yin and one yang, in order to protect himself.

"Clang, clang, clang!" Most of the sword light was bounced away by the infuriating energy after hitting his body.

However, part of the sword light still hit the flaws of true qi.

This also made Sikong Yu fearful, and flew back.

At this moment, Zhao Fanxing jumped and came behind the opponent.

"Sword swing!" He gripped the long sword tightly and slashed out with his backhand, continuously attacking the vital points on Sikong Yu's back.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Sikong Yu hurriedly jumped up to avoid it.

"Nine heavens embrace the moon!" Zhao Fanxing took advantage of this opportunity, retracted his sword back to its sheath, pulled out his long knife, and performed the "Snow-melting Sword Technique". Shaped sword spirit.

Sikong Yu was in mid-air and could not dodge at all. He could only wave his palms and release two air walls to resist.

"Bang bang!" The sword qi smashed the two walls of qi into pieces.

Sikong Yu was also hit, fell from the sky, and fell to the ground.

His body-protecting energy was greatly damaged, and blood flowed from the corners of his mouth.

At this time, Zhao Fanxing retracted his saber and sheathed it, and performed "Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms", waving his palms in the air, releasing a series of palm winds.

Sikong Yu hastily rolled sideways, not wanting to be hit.

"Boom boom boom!" The palm wind continuously bombarded the ground, blasting countless big holes.

"The flying dragon is in the sky!" After Zhao Fanxing landed, he flew up again, waved his right palm in the air, and hit the opponent's head hard.

Sikong Yu just got up, there was no time to dodge, he could only wave his palms to resist.

"Crack!" Zhao Fanxing used three powerful qi in this palm. Although Sikong Yu had practiced the "Yin-Yang Magic Art", his internal strength was still slightly inferior, and he was directly blown away.

He also spat out a mouthful of blood with a "wow" sound, his body-protecting energy shattered, blood surged all over his body, and he felt dizzy.

"It's not raining in the clouds!" Zhao Fanxing took advantage of the victory and pursued, hitting hundreds of palms in a row, alternating between virtual and real, unpredictable.

Sikong Yu was already injured, and his reaction speed was much slower, so he had to resist hastily.

"Papa!" But he was still hit by Zhao Fanxing's palm force in the chest and lower abdomen, shattering his chest and ribs, and he was sent flying straight away.

Zhao Fanxing did not kill Sikong Yu directly, but asked: "Where are the two treasure maps?"

Sikong Yu shook his head: "I have already transferred them, President Zhao, these things have already belonged to our Shenying Palace. You martial arts decent people are destined to be destroyed."

Having said that, he coughed up blood, and his body trembled violently.

"Little Li Flying Knife!" Zhao Fanxing didn't say much anymore, he raised his right hand, and a flying knife flew out from his fingertips.

"Whoosh!" The cold light flickered, before Sikong Yu had time to react, there was already a blood hole in his throat.

Blood rushed out, and he lay on his side on the ground, dying.

The system prompts: "Kill the undercover agent hidden in the Tianmo Sect in Shenying Palace, and reward 65000 practice points."

Zhao Fanxing didn't have the mind to practice martial arts, but turned his head and looked at Abbot Daotian.

At this moment, this eminent Shaolin monk had been fighting fiercely with Ximen Yan and Yu Wenkuang for a long time.

Their fighting plan seemed to be very successful, consuming a lot of internal energy of Abbot Daotian.

Fortunately, "Yi Jin Jing" is one of the strongest inner strength methods of Shaolin Temple, and it can still be persisted.

Zhao Fanxing also used the "Six Meridians Divine Sword" at this time, using three flexible sword energies of "Shaoze Sword", "Shaochong Sword" and "Shangyang Sword" to attack the vital points of Ximen Yan's chest and back, and helped him. Abbot Tian.

The invisible sword energy slashed at an extremely fast speed, forcing Ximenyan to give up the attack and fly back to block.

"Clang, clang, clang!" The silver whip in her hand was like a silver dragon, protecting herself from the elements.

Zhao Fanxing's sword energy also failed to hit the target.

Ximenyan also sneered: "Huh, a big man, is it embarrassing to attack people like this?"

Zhao Fanxing shook his head: "I'm sorry, I don't need any mercy when dealing with demons like you."

"Silver Dragon Whip!" Ximen Yan also flew over, the silver long whip swept and whipped continuously, his back and the top of his head were extremely fast, and the attack was fierce.

"Break the Whip!" Zhao Fanxing suddenly drew his sword out of its sheath, and cast "Dugu Nine Swords" with a turn, the tip of the sword tapped continuously, and directly hit the important part of the opponent's long whip.

"Clang!" The long whip was immediately bounced back.

Zhao Fanxing also used ingenious sword moves to decipher the opponent's moves.

Ximenyan was not reconciled, and the long whip in her hand flew up and down, swaying from side to side, launching a strong offensive.

But Zhao Fanxing remained calm and unhurried. He slashed diagonally with his sword continuously while his body floated around, hitting the flaw in his opponent's moves.

Seeing that she was becoming more and more passive, Ximen Yan immediately swung her long whip and directly entangled the long sword in his hand.

Zhao Fanxing quickly flipped his wrist, shook the sword, and released the opponent's long whip.

Ximen Yan was also unsteady on her feet and took several steps back.

However, Zhao Fanxing stepped forward and pierced the opponent's throat with a sword.

Ximenyan hastily swung his long whip, hitting the top of his head.

"One Finger of Consonance!" Zhao Fanxing did not dodge, but stretched out two fingers of his left hand, clamped the opponent's silver long whip firmly, and sent the long sword with his right hand straight out.

Ximenyan couldn't dodge in time, and was pierced through the throat by a sword, and a ferocious look appeared on her beautiful face.

Zhao Fanxing also unsheathed his sword and flew back.

Yuwen Kuang also gave up attacking, rushed over in despair, and hugged the fallen Ximen Yan.

Although he didn't say a word, there was still pain on his face, his head was lowered, and there were tears in the corners of his eyes.

This scene surprised Zhao Fanxing.

He never expected that there would be such a bloody love affair within the Demon Cult.

Yu Wenkuang quickly raised his head, with resentment in his eyes, picked up the long sword, and charged towards Zhao Fanxing.

"Heavenly Demon Sword Art!" He swung his sword continuously and slashed heavily, releasing a strong red sword energy, all of which were offensive moves without any reservation.

"Broken sword style!" Zhao Fanxing was not afraid, he swung his sword and slashed, releasing countless sword qi, and confronted the enemy.

"Bang bang bang!" The sword energy of the two sides collided and canceled each other out.

Yu Wenkuang suddenly jumped up, grasped the long sword tightly, and slashed at the top of Zhao Fanxing's head and throat continuously.

Zhao Fanxing didn't dodge, but waved his sword back to resist.

"Dang, clang, clang!" Every time he made a move, he just hit the flaw in the opponent's move and bounced Yu Wenkuang's long sword away.

"Sword-raising style!" Zhao Fanxing also changed his moves, moving his sword from bottom to top and slantingly swiping at the vital points of the opponent's lower abdomen.

Yuwen Kuang's body-protecting Qi had been shattered in the previous battle with Abbot Daotian. In addition, he only attacked but not defended, so he had no defensive ability at all.

The sword light flickered, Yuwen Kuang was also cut open, and blood spattered out.

But he didn't feel the slightest pain. Instead, he clutched his stomach and jumped to Ximenyan's side with the last of his strength, hugging her dead body.

Soon, Yuwen Kuang lost too much blood and died.

Abbot Daotian watched this scene, clasped his hands together, and sighed: "Amitabha, what a fate."

(End of this chapter)