The final level to protect the blood of the Great Asura is the Storm Sword Sea.

The reaction of this Storm Sword Sea under different aura intensities, the reaction when facing two or more targets, and the changing laws under different distances between targets, Yang Ji had already tested it clearly with stones.

And one qiē is exactly like the two things predicted by Yang Ji!

"Boom!"

Countless martial arts fifth- and sixth-level sword weapons attacked frantically like sharks that smelled blood, and gathered the two-headed Buddha Sect Vajra puppets summoned by Yang Ji.

The distance between the two Vajra puppets was no more, no less, just enough to produce a trace of ripple and chaos. And Yang Ji took refuge in this tiny flaw of ripples and chaos. When the two-headed Vajra puppets sucked up most of the flying swords, only a small part of the flying swords were attracted by Yang Ji, whose aura had dropped to only the martial arts triple level.

It's just that despite this, these martial arts five-level flying swords are still enough to pose a threat to Yang Ji. Yang Ji had to do his best, and when he couldn't make a move, he used his right hand wearing a five-step snake snake skin to flick away every flying sword that weighed a thousand pounds.

Only the strength of the Martial Dao Triple Level could not cope with the heavy sword weapons at all, but it was enough for Yang Ji to change their movement trajectory slightly.

Boom!

Yang Ji's body curled up, his right hand was covered with a five-step snake skin, and his five fingers kept catapulting bursts of sparks in the void, and his expression was extremely calm.

"Oh no! don't let him escape!-"

The evil prince flashed under the dark golden mask, and he was the first to sense that something was wrong. Yang Ji looks like he is going to kill himself, and he is clearly about to cross the storm sword sea.

He didn't care if Yang Ji could survive or not, but if he succeeded, he was afraid that Da Ah Xiu's essence blood would become something in his pocket.

"Buzz!"

The Evil Prince's reaction was extremely fast. Sensing that the situation was wrong, the evil qi in his body roared, and with a step on his foot, it broke through the air like a cannonball, crashing into the storm sword sea.

As soon as the sky in front of him darkened, the infinite flying sword power became more and more powerful, roaring. Hum! Between the lightning and stone fire, the evil path prince's breath changed, and he fell straight from the sevenfold martial arts to the martial arts threefold, and the means were exactly the same as Yang Ji's.

――――The strength of the evil prince and the like, all of them are born with a seven-trick exquisite heart, and the observation is meticulous. Although Yang Ji tried his best to hide, he still couldn't escape the eyes of the evil prince.

"Boom!"

The next moment, something surprising happened. The void hummed, and the storm sword sea was layered, and the cold light of several martial arts sevenfold level sword weapons flickered, as if they were attracted by some kind of magnet, and they slashed straight down like thunder with a bang.

And the flying swords around him were like a storm, and there was no change because the evil path prince lowered his aura back to the martial path triple. The surging sea of swords was annihilated in an instant.

"What's the matter?"

The prince of the evil path was taken aback, and his face turned pale. He could see it clearly, the moment Yang Ji's aura descended back to the martial arts triple, the sword qi attacks around him were obviously weakened by several levels.

"Damn! it's the body of the Martial Sect!"

A flash of lightning flashed through his mind, and it was too late for the Evil Dao Prince to return. The flames burst out, and thousands of flying swords became more and more powerful, like locusts swarming on the evil prince.

In an instant, the clothes were shattered, and blood burst out. When the last seventh-grade flying sword slashed down on his body, the prince of the evil path was covered in bruises, and with a loud scream, he shot back directly from the storm sword sea with a bloody light, and fell to the ground with a bang.

"Humph!"

With a cold snort, Yang Xuanlan withdrew his gaze from the evil prince who had been injured a lot. The light in his eyes flickered, and countless thoughts flashed through him in an instant.

As if he had made up his mind, Yang Xuanlan probed his fingertips and finally used the means to press the bottom of the box. The light flashed, and when Yang Xuanlan's fingers stretched out again, there was a cup of delicate bronze bell the size of a fingernail in his hand.

This bronze bell is engraved with a cloud ornament dragon, revealing a noble and supreme taste, and at a glance you know that it is a royal item, not for ordinary people.

"No matter what, the essence blood of the Great Asura will never fall into his hands!"

Yang Xuanlan looked ahead, and a sharp light flashed in his eyes. The battle between the strong, unless it is absolutely necessary, will not leak out all the means of pressing the bottom of the box. Once the other party is prepared, it will be extremely disadvantageous to itself, and there will be one less effective means at the critical moment.

But there is no need to hide this battle anymore. If the essence blood of the Great Asura was taken away by Yang Ji, all his hard work would be in vain.

"Boom!"

The void shook, and the blue light flashed in Yang Xuanlan's hand. The fingernail-sized bronze bell instantly skyrocketed a thousand times, turning into one person tall and several people hugging.

Boom! The bronze bell violently covered Yang Xuanlan, and instantly turned into a burst of cyan thunder and shot up, crashing headlong into the rolling sea of storm swords.

Ding Ding Ding!

Sparks burst into flames, and thousands of flying swords roared in. Even the mouthful of seven-grade sword weapons above the Storm Sword Sea flew up one after another, slashing towards the barrel-like bronze bell jar outside Yang Xuanlan's body.

The sound of gold and iron was endless, Yang Xuanlan hid in the bronze bell jar, two big hands supported the top of the bronze bell jar, and his hands moved, turning quickly. No matter how sharp all the flying swords were, they were all blocked by the bronze bell jar outside Yang Xuanlan's body, and they were all messy.

After some of the flying swords were shattered and their energy was dispersed, Yang Xuanlan even wrapped them in the bronze bell jar and turned them into his own use. The Storm Sword Sea, which was so powerful that even the Martial Sect was threatened, was completely dissolved in front of this powerful royal magic weapon in Yang Xuanlan's hands!

"Yang Ji, you don't want to take away the essence blood of the Great Asura from me, even if this drop of essence blood is left by your father!"

A huge essence blood copper furnace flickered in the void, Yang Xuanlan's dantian shook, and the originally extremely fast speed was even faster by three points, as if it was speeding away.

Bang!

The earth shook, Yang Ji flipped over, passed through the storm sword sea, and fell to the ground smoothly.

"There's only one last level left!"

Yang Ji's feet were settled, and his eyes were shining as he looked at the dark golden fighting room in front of him. He could hear the anxious screams of the evil prince clearly, but no matter how unwilling the two of them were, they couldn't change a little!

-- He was the final winner in this battle, and the only one.

"Bang!"

Yang Ji's eyes flashed, and he jumped up violently, aiming directly at the last metal bucket room. Time is pressing, he must seize the essence blood of the Great Asura before the Evil Dao Prince and Yang Xuanlan!

Twenty zhang, fifteen zhang, thirteen zhang......

The distance was getting closer and closer, and Yang Ji could feel the dense aura in the void, yin evil and cold, which was the residual breath of the Great Asura.

Ten years passed in a flash, and the great Asura who was struggling with a wave of his hand had already been refined by his father and disappeared, leaving only a drop of the essence blood of the Great Asura.

As long as you obtain this drop of the essence blood of the Great Asura, your strength will definitely skyrocket!

"Buzz!"

Suddenly, a cold aura swept through the void, and Yang Ji palpitated, and the feeling of being secretly peeping through the door by some kind of fierce and powerful existence swept through his heart again.

Yang Ji was cold, like falling into an ice cellar, and a great fear suddenly arose in his heart, like a frog being stared at by a snake with its head held high waiting for an opportunity.

In just a split second, the sensation vanished, as if it were an illusion.

"That's not right!"

Yang Ji did a somersault, suddenly fell to the ground, and stopped abruptly under his feet. He trembled and felt a great fear in his heart. Once is accidental, but twice may not be, and how can a powerhouse of his level hallucinate?

At this moment, countless thoughts passed through Yang Ji's mind.

He remembered the letterhead his father had left behind. My father mentioned on his letterhead that he would come to obtain the blood of the Great Asura when he was twenty years old. Twenty years old? Why twenty years old?

Yang Ji's mind was full of ups and downs. Suddenly, a flash of lightning flashed through his mind, Yang Ji was shocked, and looked at the metal bucket room ten zhang away in fear, his gaze was completely different.

This metal chamber, which had previously seemed to be full of temptation, seemed to turn into a bottomless abyss at this moment, filled with endless coldness and death.

"It's over!-"

A thought crossed his mind, and Yang Ji stiffened, and his face was as pale as paper. But Yang Ji didn't dare, didn't dare to advance or retreat, Yang Ji felt that as long as he showed the slightest idea of escaping, it would be a place of no return.

"Boom!"

At this moment, the heavens and the earth shook, and a majestic breath covered the heavens and the earth, overwhelming the mountains and seas, and roared through the storm sword sea, shooting towards Yang Ji. Yang Xuanlan's cold voice resounded through the world:

"No one wants to take away the blood of the Great Asura!, even if your father is Yang Du!-"

Boom, the earth shook and the sky shook, Yang Xuanlan sacrificed the bronze bell jar, like a cyan meteorite outside the sky, dragging a long smoke and smashing towards Yang Ji.

The strong make a move, and every second counts.

Although Yang Ji made a move to move higher, he took the first step to pass through the storm sword sea. But this delay on the way was immediately chased by Yang Xuanlan and them.

"These bastards, pretending to be blocked by the Storm Sword Sea, actually have a way to pass guò a long time ago!"

Yang Ji was secretly angry in his heart.

The evil prince and Yang Xuanlan are two, one is deeper than the other. The two of them pretended to have no way to take the storm sword sea, and the three of them decided the winner first, but in fact, they just wanted to use this to eradicate him first!

If it weren't for the fact that he crossed the sea in advance, which surprised them and the two of them were in a hurry, I am afraid that they would not know their hidden methods by now.

However, now is not the time to pursue it.

The appearance of Yang Xuanlan made Yang Ji's heart move, and he also came up with a way to respond to the situation.

"Just in time!"

Yang Ji's eyes flashed, and at the moment when Yang Xuanlan hit like a storm, Yang Ji stomped under his feet and suddenly ejected.

"Dominate the sky!"

The rumbling sound resounded through the heavens and the earth, the sky darkened, and Yang Ji's blood and qi outside his body suddenly formed a huge dragon tortoise, with his head raised, and the dragon head tortoise shell was lifelike, through the awe-inspiring majesty.

"Boom!"

The blue light hit his face, Yang Ji slapped his palm, and the majestic blood and qi were overwhelming, overwhelming the mountains and seas, and suddenly greeted Yang Xuanlan. Hearing only a boom and a loud bell, Yang Ji felt as if he had hit a mountain, and a huge force shook back towards him.

"What is this?"

Yang Ji was taken aback. He had never seen Yang Xuanlan use this kind of bronze magic weapon before. However, although Yang Ji was not shocked, just with the power of Yang Xuanlan's shock, Yang Ji's body flicked, and shot back in the oblique direction, shooting towards the storm sword sea on the edge without a trace.

In mid-air, the huge bronze bell jar suddenly froze, and it was obvious that Yang Xuanlan didn't expect Yang Ji to be repelled so lightly.

However, in a hurry, he didn't have time to think about it, Yang Xuanlan's copper cover outside his body hummed, and in an instant, it turned into a barrel-like cyan rainbow, dragging a long smoke and rushing towards the metal bucket room in the center of the Demon Suppression Array.

"This place should not stay for a long time, you must leave here as much as possible!"

Yang Ji watched Yang Xuanlan fly towards the center like a streamer, his body turned, and he walked towards the Storm Sword Sea without hesitation.

This demon suppression array, which was still fragrant and gluttonous in Yang Ji's eyes before, has become a gloomy death cage at this moment.

However, no one has seen through it except him.

Yang Ji had no intention of telling the Evil Dao Prince and Yang Xuanlan, he made up his mind to pay attention to it, as long as he could pass through the Storm Sword Sea, he would immediately leave this Death Demon Suppression Array!

Ten zhang, five zhang, three zhang, one zhang......

Time seemed to have slowed down countless times at this moment, and just behind Yang Ji, where he couldn't see it, Yang Xuanlan turned into a dazzling cyan rainbow, getting closer and closer to the metal bucket room!

The air flow was roaring, and in the bronze bell jar, Yang Xuanlan's eyes were shining. At this moment, except for the drop of the Great Asura essence blood in the metal bucket room, there was nothing else in his eyes.

The essence blood of the Great Asura is the essence blood of a quasi-saint, as long as he gets this drop of essence blood, he will be able to skyrocket his power and rise to prominence. No matter how much criticism there is in the Taiyuan Mansion, and how many people disagree with him, he can suppress it with all his might, which impresses the King of Taiyuan!

In this world, any identity is useless, Chaoyang Pony, he doesn't need this kind of false name. Only powerful power belongs to you, and no one can take it away!

"I won!-"

Looking at the metal bucket room close at hand, Yang Xuanlan's eyes narrowed slightly, and he slammed into it like an extraterrestrial meteorite.

Bang!

The ground cracked and landslided, and the dark golden metal bucket room suddenly fell apart under Yang Xuanlan's impact. However, seeing the things in the metal bucket clearly, Yang Xuanlan was taken aback:

"It's !!!-" R1152