"Buzz!"

The sky and earth were dim, countless arms and claws danced in his eyes, Yang Ji only felt as if he was stepping on a blanket that was puffed up by the wind, his feet were soft and empty, and he seemed to fall at any time.

"Howl!"

The air flow was blowing, countless underworld creatures howled in their ears, and at the same time, I don't know how many hands and claws stretched out, and they grabbed Yang Ji's ankles, thighs, robes, chest, and arms densely.

All the demons, yakshasas, and rakshasas were scrambling to rush towards the vortex of time and space with all their might. A few Yaksha even kicked their noses and eyes, and pounced on Yang Ji's face from the side.

"Bang!"

Yang Ji stepped heavily under his feet, stayed in place for less than half a second, and immediately used his strength to jump out to a higher place like a cannonball again.

Bang! Bang!

Once, twice, three times, Yang Ji kept bouncing and refracting along the surface of this majestic "mountain of the underworld".

"Rainbow through the sun!"

A light more dazzling than the sun burst out from Yang Ji's palm, and after a circle in the void, it slashed down violently. Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom, blood splattered, sword qi fell, and countless fragments fell down.

Yang Ji's feet did not stop, and after cutting a path on the surface of this mountain of the underworld, he flew out with a whoosh. In the blink of an eye, the light on his body flickered, the void twisted, and suddenly disappeared, replaced by a huge dragon turtle, lifelike, condensed like a substance appeared in thousands of underworld creatures.

"Wrath of the Overlord!"

Yang Ji punched out, like a meteorite falling, and the underworld legions blocking the front shook and flew one after another, throwing far away, and even flying dozens of feet away.

Yang Ji stepped on his feet, and the floating body method connected to the fairy rainbow. In an instant, the human sword merged, turning into a dazzling white rainbow and shooting out again.

"Immortal back sword!"

"The Hand of Death!"

"Little Nose Gong!"

"Dominate the sky!"

......

All the exercises came one after another, and they continued to be displayed from Yang Ji's hands. He was like a cannonball, constantly refracting and jumping forward in the dense mountains and seas of underworld creatures.

There are too many underworld creatures around the space-time passage, hundreds of miles away. For Yang Ji, it was like a huge chasm that was difficult to cross.

Every now and then, I don't know how many underworld creatures pounce from all directions.

It's not that Yang Ji's disguise is missing, it's that all underworld creatures are facing the same dilemma. Every demon, yakshatra, rakshasa wants to pull the rest of their kind down, and squeeze themselves into that vortex of time and space.

The huge pressure was surging from all directions, and Yang Ji had completely forgotten about everything else, just constantly projecting calculations and constantly fighting and fighting. Constant forward projection.

The sweat on his forehead was like pulp, this journey of hundreds of miles, in other words, was as easy as breathing. But now it's been a long time.

The energy in the body was rapidly consumed, but the consumption of spiritual power was even faster, and more importantly, in this underworld army like mountains and seas, Yang Ji felt that his martial arts were completely insufficient.

"No, I can't. It's too slow, it's too slow....... The effectiveness of my martial arts killing is far from good. If this continues, I'm afraid I won't be able to reach the core of the space-time vortex for a day or a night. ”

Yang Ji's mind was up and down, and the instinct of battle was to command the body, but Yang Ji was also active in his consciousness. The "Sword Codex" was originally a group battle technique in ancient times, but Yang Ji found that it was completely insufficient.

And "Immortal Sword" is a stunt that destroys and decays in the hands of Yang Ji and is invincible. It also seems so clumsy at this time. Yang Ji knew that this was not because these peerless studies had deteriorated, but because of the fighting of the human world, which was completely different from the underworld.

Even if there are group battles and battles between major sects in the human world, there are only tens of thousands of people at most. It is already a big scene to reach 10,000 people.

But the underworld. There are many powerful creatures of the underworld. The creatures of the underworld that appeared in front of me alone were no less than seven or eight hundred thousand.

In the face of such a huge number, no matter how powerful Yang Ji's group battle sword skills were, they all seemed so insignificant.

"Buzz!"

Yang Ji's quiet mood became active again, "Immortal Sword", "Baxia Negative Sky Fist", "Electric Mother Sword Method", "Sword Classic", "Floating Light Body Method", ...... , all the tricks and formulas, all broken down, come to mind.

"The Wrath of the Tyrant" and "Immortal Rainbow Through the Sun" are the strongest mastery created by Yang Ji's comprehension. But with the promotion of strength, the opponents faced became stronger and stronger, and these peerless skills gradually couldn't keep up with Yang Ji's combat needs.

"Perhaps, I should create a new school!"

Yang Ji muttered to himself in his heart, but in his mind, the figures of the Evil Dao Prince, Yang Xuanlan, the Skeleton Ghost King, the Black-clothed Monk, and Wang Zhixun appeared.

Whether it is the Evil Prince, Yang Xuanlan, or the Skeleton Ghost King, the Black-clothed Guest, and Wang Zhixun, each of them is a stunningly talented and incomparable son of the sky, a dragon and a phoenix among people, and a top powerhouse that Yang Ji has never met before!

Each of these people has their own powerful and distinctive characteristics, and it is okay to deal with others with the wrath of the tyrant and the immortal rainbow through the sun. But against this level of talent, it is completely inadequate, and it does not have the effect of killing with one blow at all.

During this time, he continued to encounter these top powerhouses, allowing Yang Ji to accumulate a lot of experience and have a new martial arts experience.

It's just that these martial arts experiences are only martial arts experiences, and they have not been transformed into actual combat effectiveness. Until this moment, in the face of the underworld legion like mountains and seas, Yang Ji suddenly came up with the idea of creating a real martial arts mastery of his own.

If you want to carve out your own path, it is by no means an overnight thing, and there is never an end to it.

But for Yang Ji, as long as the first step is taken, there will be a second step and a third step...... As long as you persevere, you will eventually open up your own avenue!

"Buzz!"

In an instant, as if under some kind of stimulus, Yang Ji's spiritual power consumption suddenly increased tenfold, and the speed of his mind also increased tenfold.

The experience, experience and practice comprehended in the fierce battles of the top powerhouses are corroborated with the martial arts of one body, and they are constantly blended.

If you want to create your own martial arts. It takes a lot of perseverance, wisdom, experience, and insight. No matter how talented you are, it is extremely difficult to create a powerful mastery from scratch.

But fortunately, although Yang Ji is also self-created, he is by no means created from scratch out of thin air. Instead, it is built on his own solid foundation of martial arts and rich practical combat experience.

From the change of immortals to the wrath of the tyrant. Yang Ji already has ample experience in this area.

"Boom!"

Yang Ji slashed down with a sword, and countless evil ghosts, yakshasas, and rakshasas flew up one after another screaming, but there was calm in his mind.

In a trance, Yang Ji returned to the scene outside Langya City in a trance, Yang Xuanlan's domineering, strong, and terrifying Indian law.

Yang Xuanlan's peerless learning opened and closed, and that kind of momentum seemed to occupy the Tianli Avenue, condescending and rolling in. Leave no room for anything until death.

Then there is the prince of the evil way, although he is a person in the evil way, but the talent of the prince of the evil way is not inferior to Yang Xuanlan. He doesn't have Yang Xuanlan's arrogant and condescending momentum, but he is more deadly.

Like a poisonous snake, the Evil Prince is always coveting the flaws in you. His attacks are like mercury, pervasive, as long as you show the slightest flaw. His attacks will take advantage of the gap and go straight to the point. Eventually, your life will be over.

Yang Ji fought with these two people the most, so he had more experience and experience. In the dark, he remembered the battle of Long Street in Langya County, under the blazing fireworks, the battle between the two reached a height that was difficult for others to reach.

That day, Yang Ji stood on the roof and watched with all his heart, and there was a fierce battle between the two. But it invisibly fulfilled Yang Ji on the side and became Yang Ji's precious wealth in martial arts.

"Bang!"

The howl in his ears was earth-shattering, and Yang Ji suddenly stretched out his right foot and stomped on the top of the head of a sleepy Yaksha, taking advantage of the power of this step. Yang Ji slammed like a cannonball flew up, crossed a distance of more than ten zhang, and landed at a higher place......

The light and shadow in his mind flowed, and Yang Ji thought of the black-clothed Rake and Wang Zhixun again, the sword qi of these two people was too strong, too domineering, so fierce and domineering that even Yang Ji's sword qi was like the difference between wood and iron.

Even Yang Xuanlan and the Evil Dao Prince are inferior in terms of the fierceness of their blood and qi.

This is a completely different field and realm, and for Yang Ji, this is a completely new experience. Especially the black-clothed robber, although Yang Ji had heard Lu Wu mention these mysterious hackers who came and went high and high, but this was the first time he had really contacted and fought each other.

Rake's sword moves are sharp, ruthless, direct, concise, and extremely deadly, with no superfluous movements at all, and all of them are aimed at killing.

Fighting with them, there is a feeling that the long sword is inserted into the body at any time, hovering on the edge of death.

The Evil Prince is fierce in his attacks, but these people are so powerful in their moves, it's even hard for you to streamline their moves further, because they've already streamlined them to the extreme.

But streamlining doesn't mean simple, it's about killing efficiency to the extreme.

A qiē for the purpose of killing.

......

There was a roar in his ears, and the huge waves emitted by the roar of tens of millions of underworld creatures were like substances, hitting the body, and even the body felt like it was impacted.

Although the outside world was boiling, Yang Ji's heart became more and more peaceful.

His own martial arts are all rewards born from the martial arts examination, as well as the peerless learning of the Iron Crown Sect, which may be quite powerful in Langya County. But the origins of Bai Julu, Wang Zhixun, the Evil Prince, and the Black-clothed Raider are too insignificant compared to them.

Only by constantly confirming, improving, and integrating can we continue to strengthen ourselves.

"Buzz!"

Yang Ji's heart was shocked, and countless swords and sword shadows, countless movement tracks, countless tricky angles and countless images of fists and swords intersecting suddenly appeared in his mind.

All the qiē and the countless pairs of demons, yakshasas, and rakshasas in front of them waved their arms and claws.

Yang Ji's mind came and went, and countless thoughts flashed in an instant.

"If there is a trick, you can solve the current situation, and at the same time kill thousands of underworld creatures, you can reduce the energy consumption to the minimum, and the body can change the way you can change the fastest. So what kind of trick should this be?"

In the dark, a question flashed through Yang Ji's mind.

In an instant, time seemed to stand still.

The thousands of sword shadows in Yang Ji's mind disappeared, endlessly, and the complicated movement trajectories disappeared, and in the end, there was only one sword left, a sword that was sharp, ruthless, direct, concise, and faintly in line with some kind of heavenly reason.

- The sword of the black-clad rabb!

Bang!

As if a stone fell into a deep lake, Yang Ji's mind was opened, and there were waves in an instant. The scenes of fighting with the black-clothed thief, all the tricks came to mind.

Yang Ji's "Immortal Sword" continued to merge and change from the first move to the last move, and in the end, there was only one move left, which blended with the martial arts of the black-clothed slasher, and quickly evolved into a new move!

- Concise, efficient, group battles, least consumption, unpredictable, and the fastest breakthrough!

"10,000 people in a row!"

A moment later, Yang Ji suddenly opened his eyes, held the sword in both hands, and suddenly turned into a dazzling sword light, bouncing up. No one can describe the light of this moment, and no one can describe the speed of this sword.

I only knew that when this sword shot forward in the mountains and seas of the underworld army, stretching and meandering, tumbling like a dragon, and finally stopped, it was already thousands of feet away.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

When Yang Ji finally stopped, there was an explosion behind him, and along the winding curve, hundreds of demons, yakshasas, and rakshasas fell on Yang Ji's sword path without warning! (To be continued...... R1292