Martial Arts Assassin Master

Chapter 237
Seeing all the enemies fall to the ground, Zhao Fanxing was secretly happy in his heart, and then used the "Eighteen Palms of Subduing the Dragon" to continue the pursuit.

"Long Xiao Nine Heavens!" He leaped high, waved his palm in the air, released nine golden dragons, and swooped down from the sky.

"Boom boom boom!" The iron-clad killer and the red-faced killer were all blown to pieces, turned into a bloody mist, and scattered in the air.

At this time, the bronze killer was already scared and retreated again and again, losing his fighting spirit.

"Serial Flying Knife!" Zhao Fanxing cast "Little Li Flying Knife" at this moment, and with a wave of both hands, a flying knife flew out from his fingertips.

"Whoosh, whoosh!" The cold light flickered, and the bronze killer couldn't dodge in time, and was directly pierced through the throat and lower abdomen.

They also fell to their knees in pain, their bodies convulsed constantly, and died soon.

Ouchi guards also ran over from all around at this time.

But seeing the corpses all over the ground, they stopped involuntarily, pulled out the simple knife, and stared at Zhao Fanxing: "King Chu, there are assassins, you have to be more careful."

Zhuge Fan didn't take it seriously; "Boy, I guessed that your martial arts are good. Otherwise, you wouldn't dare to break into the palace alone."

Zhao Fanxing asked: "Since you are very clear, then commit suicide and apologize, and save me from doing it."

Zhuge Fan shook his head: "This king wants to be the Ninth Five-Year Lord, how can he bow his head to a guy like you?"

"Stimulating palms!" Before he finished speaking, he waved his palms, releasing clusters of red and black palms.

These palm winds were like a whirlwind, hitting Zhao Fanxing's head and chest at an extremely fast speed.

"Cloud Dispelling Palm!" He didn't give in, and waved his palms, releasing countless streams of air.

"Bang bang bang!" The two of them exchanged moves in the air and started fighting.

As soon as many big insiders wanted to approach, they were sent flying by Zhao Fanxing's palm and fell to the ground.

Immediately afterwards, these unlucky ghosts were hit by the black and red palm wind. They seemed to be unresponsive on the surface, but their internal organs were immediately shattered, and they died of exhaustion.

This is also the frightening aspect of the "Spiritual Palm".

No matter how thick the armor is on the target, it can still injure the vital points in the body and kill the person directly.

Zhao Fanxing also saw this.

Therefore, he cast "Lingbo Weibu", swaying left and right like a tumbler, avoiding the enemy's attack.

Zhuge Fan's body skills are also good, avoiding his palm.

The two fought hundreds of moves like this, and it was still hard to tell the winner.

Zhuge Fan sneered: "Hmph, no matter how good your lightness kung fu is, there are times when you're going to miss a hundred secrets!"

As he said that, he did a few front flips and came behind Zhao Fanxing. He pushed out with both palms and released two black and red pillars of air.

The speed of these two pillars of air is extremely fast, and the attack range is also very wide.

"The Great Teleportation of the Universe!" Seeing that he could not dodge, Zhao Fanxing immediately pulled and moved the two pillars of energy, and sent them back intact.

"What?" Zhuge Fan was secretly surprised and hurriedly jumped sideways to avoid it.

"Boom!" The Ouchi guard behind him was hit by the air column, and his body exploded from the inside, turning into a pool of flesh and blood.

The strong smell of blood also spreads everywhere, which is very pungent.

Zhuge Fan was stunned: "What kind of skill are you doing?"

Zhao Fanxing replied calmly: "Of course it's a magical skill."

Zhuge Fan didn't give up, but used lightness kung fu to fly around him quickly.

The colleague who was moving, Zhuge Fan also waved his palms and launched a melee attack on Zhao Fanxing. The position of each move was very special and the speed was extremely fast.

"Dragon fights in the wild!" Zhao Fanxing had already seen the enemy's intentions, stepped on his horse, and used "Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms" to launch a defensive counterattack.

"Papa!" The two palms converged, and they exchanged moves one after another.

Zhuge Fan's weird internal force also entered Zhao Fanxing's body, trying to shatter his heart.

"Nine Yang Divine Art!" But his "Pure Yang True Qi" played a role at this time, directly repelling the opponent's internal force.

Therefore, although Zhuge Fan tried his best to attack, he still couldn't get the desired effect.

This is also what he did not expect.

For a long time, as long as Zhuge Fan used the "Stimulating Mind Palm", the target's body would burst from the inside and die instantly.

But this time, the situation is completely different.

As a result, Zhuge Fan fell into a state of anxiety, unable to do what he wanted.

In addition, his internal strength is still slightly inferior to Zhao Fanxing.

Under the ebb and flow, the situation began to reverse.

Zhao Fanxing's "Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms" is the most powerful palm technique in the world, the more counter moves, the more it can shock and injure the opponent.

Zhuge Fan's body protection zhenqi also began to be damaged, and he couldn't support it.

"Walk on ice!" Zhao Fanxing took advantage of the situation to counterattack, hitting the opponent's lower abdomen hard with his left palm, and hit the opponent's front door and chest vitals with his right palm.

Zhuge Fan couldn't dodge, he could only forcefully resist.

But he only blocked Zhao Fanxing's right palm, but not his left palm.

"Crack!" Zhuge Fan was hit in the lower abdomen, and flew out directly, falling to the ground abruptly.

His body protection zhenqi dissipated, his meridians were damaged, and blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

Zhuge Fan also struggled to get up, wanting to continue attacking.

"Suddenly!" Zhao Fanxing jumped behind the opponent, pushing his palms forward.

"Crack!" This move hit Zhuge Fan firmly on the back, causing him to vomit blood, seriously injured, and staggered two steps forward.

"Badao Seven Styles!" Zhao Fanxing did not give up the attack, but drew the knife out of its sheath, held the knife with both hands, and slashed at the back of the opponent's neck.

Zhuge Fan was already at the end of his strength, and his movements were slow. He wanted to lower his head and dodge, but it was too late.

With a flash of the knife, his head was cut off directly.

Blood gushed out from Zhuge Fan's neck, magnificent and tragic.

System prompt: "Successfully kill the undercover agent of the Divine Shadow Palace, and you will be rewarded with 87000 practice points and gain the opportunity to practice the 'Phantom Sword Technique'."

oh?What kind of sword technique is this?
Zhao Fanxing was both surprised and delighted.

Seeing this scene, the Ouchi guards shouted, "The king of Chu himself is killed, the assassin cannot be allowed to escape."

As they said that, they jumped forward one after another and swung their knives to attack.

But Zhao Fanxing had no intention of fighting, so he retracted his knife and used "Cloud Dispelling Palm".

"Topple mountains and seas!" He swung his palm forward and pushed, and the wind of his palm flew straight towards the enemy like a landslide and tsunami.

"Bang!" Many Ouchi guards couldn't dodge at all, their bones were crushed by the palm wind, and they died instantly.

The rest were also repulsed and unable to advance.

Zhao Fanxing immediately performed lightness kung fu, jumped onto the roof of the main hall, turned around and ran away.

The remaining Ouchi guards caught up.

But Zhao Fanxing kept attacking with the palm wind of "Cloud Dispelling Palm" and knocked them all off the roof.

And he got rid of the pursuers smoothly and came outside the palace.

After a while, in the inn.

Zhao Fanxing lay in his room, looking at the soldiers searching around outside.

At this time, the entire capital was on alert.

But Zhao Fanxing didn't panic at all, but entered the martial arts interface, preparing to practice "Cloud Dispelling Palm".

(End of this chapter)