The arena immediately buzzed, and the crowd was as energetic as if they had been beaten with chicken blood. Everyone felt the invisible atmosphere. Obviously, Sima Shaozhen is going to issue a battle letter to Yang Ji!

The eight-armed demon god is Yang Ji's strongest mastery, but until now, Yang Ji has never used it. Sima Shaozhen asked Yang Ji to use the eight-armed demon god, obviously to let him use his strongest strength and compete with him.

"After being tempted for so long, these two perverted guys are finally going to fight it out!"

"The form seems to be unfavorable to Yang Ji, Sima Shaozhen can basically suppress Yang Ji without using the bronze blood magic weapon. If you use the Bronze Blood Magic Weapon, I'm afraid Yang Ji is not an opponent at all!"

"Whether a miracle can happen, Yang Ji's victory over Sima Shaozhen, it depends on this last round!"

"If you fail, you can only look at Wei Boyang. Among these three people, I don't know who the real Wu Jieyuan is!"

......

Under the ring, the eyes of the crowd were bright, and their hearts rose and fell one after another. The battle of Wu Jieyuan is always the most anticipated in each session, and the match between Yang Ji and Sima Shaozhen has been awaited for too long.

"Senior Brother Yang, come on!"

"Senior Brother Yang, you will definitely be able to do it!"

"Defeat Sima Shaozhen!"

......

In the crowd, several disciples of the Iron Crown Sect who felt something were red with excitement, waving their two arms, jumping and shouting vigorously, looking carried away.

No matter what others thought, as disciples of the Iron Crown Sect, they would always have confidence in Yang Ji.

"Hmph, a bunch of frogs at the bottom of the well!"

In the other direction, hearing the shouts of the disciples of the Iron Crown Sect, several disciples of the Black Water Cliff rolled their eyes, and they didn't have any good faces. The big plan of the Black Water Cliff was to be destroyed in the hands of Yang Ji, and Yang Ji, the disciple of the Black Water Cliff, was slapped to death by Sima Shaozhen. Hearing this kind of sound is naturally displeased.

"Senior brother, do you want to go over and give those boys a little color to taste?"

A disciple of the Black Water Cliff looked at the front of him with pity. Compared to the Black Water Cliff, the Iron Crown Sect is simply an ant-like existence.

If it weren't for the rules of the imperial court to protect these small sects on the register, Heishui Cliff would have been able to deal with them easily without even having to hurt their muscles and bones.

"Don't mess around, King Taiyuan is here. Threats threaten them on it. ”

Zhang Daoyi said lightly and glanced in the direction of King Taiyuan.

Zhang Daoyi, and even the entire Black Water Cliff have never been magnanimous and bright lords. Losing to Yang Ji in the game, several disciples of the Iron Crown Sect had already made him irritable and very unhappy.

However, the martial hall is different from other places, it is okay to fight in the ring, but it is absolutely not okay to fight in the ring. Zhang Daoyi still knows this bit of proportion.

"Hey, don't worry. Brother, we know what to do. ”

A few Black Water Cliff disciples said hehehe, turned to leave, and walked in the direction of several Iron Crown Sect disciples......

......

No matter how loud the voices of the audience are, they can't be heard in the ring. The barrier of the game filtered out all the sounds.

“...... Isn't it almost the same as not having a magic weapon? Besides, just keep trying, do you think we can decide the winner?"

Sima Shaozhen smiled faintly. Never lose your grace.

"Buzz!"

When he said this, Sima Shaozhen stretched out his left hand. Holding it high, he pointed his index finger straight at the sky above his head. Buzz, the air vibrates, and there are countless ripples, and in the ripples, the blood is surging. A brilliant ball of blood-colored light flew out from Sima Shaozhen's index finger and bounced into the sky.

The blood ball rose into the air and turned into a fist-sized, agate-like square seal, behind the square seal. The void twisted, revealing a massive scythe as dark red as blood.

"Boom!"

There seemed to be a thunderbolt flashing in the void, as soon as the square seal appeared, the wind howled, and the rolling red clouds immediately expanded from the top of Sima Shaozhen's head in all directions.

And Sima Shaozhen's body was also crackling, his aura was already very powerful, and at this moment, the tide was even higher, from the realm of the Martial Dao Sevenfold Martial Sect directly crossed the bottleneck of the Martial Dao Eightfold, and reached the realm of the high-level Great Martial Sect, infinitely approaching the realm of the peak Martial Sect that Zhang Fu had reached.

But the difference between Zhang Servant is that although Zhang Servant has reached the highest level of the peak Great Martial Sect, his blood qi is mixed and impure, and his blood qi contains at least ten kinds of power at different levels and different realms before.

This kind of mixed blood qi has no room for resistance in front of Yang Ji at all, and all the blood qi can be easily refined by the heart of the Great Asura War General, and arbitrarily transformed into the energy that Yang Ji needs.

But Sima Shaozhen is different, his blood and qi are as pure as one, like fine iron, and the stability of his foundation is far greater than that of Zhang Fu. And unlike Zhang Fu, the blood qi in Sima Shaozhen's body and the scythe of blood are completely integrated, regardless of each other.

This made Sima Shaozhen's blood qi incomparable, as sharp as a sword. With the support of the "Scythe of Blood" in its full form, although Sima Shaozhen was bare-handed, his whole body was full of "weapons".

The bright red blood was like a sword, and it was his best blood.

"Hehe, Yang Ji, how's it going?"

Sima Shaozhen held his right hand, his eyes were bright, and he laughed loudly. Against the backdrop of infinite blood and blood sickle, Sima Shaozhen hunted in robes, like a majestic god.

Around him, where the red clouds shrouded, an invisible force of rules shrouded, and the void twisted and cracked, and thousands of tiny cracks appeared.

These thousands of tiny spatial cracks are shocking just by looking at them, and if they were caught in them, they would undoubtedly be wrenched into pieces.

“...... The Scythe of Blood is a weapon of death on the battlefield, and everything is done with the greatest killing, and no hands are left behind. Once the sacrifice is raised, it will either be dead or injured, there is no way back, and even I can't control it. ”

"Yang Ji, you think about it. If it's too late to quit now!"

The wind was howling, and Sima Shaozhen's voice was curling, coming out of the tumbling red clouds. Around him, the color of blood became thicker and thicker, and the void already revealed a strong smell of blood, and there were killing arrays in the depths of time and space, and there were even infinite corpse phantoms appearing in the red clouds.

It's just that something still seems to be suppressing them, so that the killing sounds in these voids are like nothing, and they haven't fully exploded.

- Obviously, Sima Shaozhen is suppressing the power of this magic weapon. The Scythe of Blood is an extremely vicious weapon, its lethality is extraordinary, it can be uncollectible, and it is famous even in the military!

Sima Shaozhen admired Yang Ji very much, and tried to recruit this potential opponent for the family. Therefore, he didn't want to rashly hit him into irreparable serious injuries, and it could be regarded as leaving some room for the two of them to turn around.

Now this translation can be regarded as an ultimatum to Yang Ji!

If Yang Ji can join the Sima family, or retreat in this game, it would be good to take the initiative to admit defeat. If he is still obsessed, then it is no wonder that he is not committed.

Yang Ji looked at the other side, and a hint of strange color flashed in his eyes.

Sima Shaozhen doesn't say anything else, just in terms of mind and bearing, it is really not comparable to ordinary people, and it shows the demeanor of a big family everywhere. In other places, there is no conflict of interest, and Yang Ji really doesn't mind making friends.

However, the martial arts examination is not trivial, and the first place Wu Jieyuan has extraordinary significance for Yang Ji. In any case, there is absolutely no way he will throw in the towel, especially now!

There was silence in the martial hall, and countless eyes gathered on the stage, gathered on Yang Ji, and no one spoke. Everyone understands that Sima Shaozhen is an ultimatum.

Everyone is also waiting for Yang Ji's final choice!

Judging from the scene, rationally speaking, Yang Ji has actually lost. A Sima Shaozhen with a bronze blood magic weapon is definitely not something that Yang Ji can resist.

"It seems that Yang Ji is going to admit defeat!"

"It's not that he's too weak, it's that Sima Shaozhen is too strong!"

"Sima Shaozhen, who holds the scythe of blood in his hand, is not something he can deal with at all. I'm afraid that Wei Boyang is not his opponent!"

"No accident, the big winner of this martial arts examination is the Sima family of the Northwest Army!"

"The game is over!"

......

The game didn't reach its climax and looked like it was coming to an end. But no one thinks it's because Yang Ji's strength is too poor, or whatever.

has nothing to do with strength, Yang Ji's net worth background and abundant resources are not the opponents of the Sima family, which is important in the northwest. Without a backer and a background, it is impossible for Yang Ji to compete with Sima Shaozhen.

The "Blood Scythe" above Sima Shaozhen's head, when he was only using part of his ability, the half-moon blood arc emitted had the power to break Gang, and it could easily tear apart the "Martial Sect Body" of those geniuses of the same level.

Now that the power is fully open, Yang Ji will compete with him, I'm afraid it won't be as simple as being injured. Rather, there is a great chance that your life will be in danger.

This is also the reason why Sima Shaozhen gave him an ultimatum in advance, but it is not necessarily purely soft-hearted!

If Yang Ji has hope to defeat Sima Shaozhen, it would be fine, but in the hopeless situation, everyone asked themselves, and if they changed themselves, I am afraid that the most understanding choice is to admit defeat in advance.

Although the momentum is a little weak, it is better than risking your life!

It was quiet in the ring, and Yang Ji didn't think about it for as long as everyone imagined.

"No need!"

Suddenly, Yang Ji raised his head and smiled slightly:

"I can do what I want with fish, and I can do what I want with bear paws. Wu Jieyuan's position, I also want it!"

This is a crisp and unbelievable translation. There was an uproar in the ring, but Sima Shaozhen didn't seem surprised.

A character like Yang Ji climbed up all the way and went through a lot of hardships. defeated I don't know how many powerful children of the family finally climbed to this point.

How could it be possible for him to give up at such a time? It is impossible to change himself.

When Sima Shaozhen said that, he didn't consider that Yang Ji might take the initiative to admit defeat.

"Then I can't blame me!"

The corners of Sima Shaozhen's mouth turned up, revealing a smile of insight and a smile in his chest. Before the voice fell, he stretched out his left hand, and his index finger flicked and flicked, instantly letting go of the suppression of the blood sickle! )