"Ye Fasheng, you have found the wrong enemy!"

Yang Ji's voice was still echoing in the mountains, the sky darkened, the giant beast roared, Yang Ji's magma crocodile shook his head and changed, one moment it was still a square seal, but the next moment, it immediately changed into a huge black fierce crocodile, crawling in the void, dancing on all fours, opening a huge crocodile kiss, pounced, and pounced towards Ye Fasheng with a thunderous momentum.

“！！！”

A huge shock permeated his heart, and Ye Fasheng's mind was full of thunder, immersed in the fact that he was shot away by Yang Ji head-on, and he couldn't extricate himself.

"It can't be!"

A huge thrill flowed through all his strength, and at the moment of fighting with Yang Ji, Ye Fasheng felt that he was not fighting alone, but still fighting with a humanoid beast.

Yang Ji's strong physique, ferocious explosiveness, and terrifying strength far surpassed that of a martial artist at this level. Even he, a martial arts student, can't compare.

This is a huge impact on Ye Fasheng!

And in the face of Yang Ji's ensuing attacks, Ye Fasheng also seemed to have no power to resist at all. However, after all, it was Wu Gongsheng in the Imperial Capital City, although his heart was shaken, his powerful instincts and reactions were still there.

"Boom!"

With a flash of light, a dazzling bronze sun suddenly popped out in Ye Fasheng's mind, and when he looked closely, it turned out to be a strange bronze crown.

With the blessing of the bronze crown, Ye Fasheng's breath exploded, and with a flip of his palm, the white jade-like palm trembled, and suddenly exploded dozens of times, turning into a white jade palm with great power, and holding it up.

Rumble!

The mountains shook, and the ground under Ye Fasheng's feet shattered like a spider's web, and a large pit fell with a bang. However, the black giant crocodile transformed into a bronze magic weapon was also successfully stopped by Ye Fasheng.

"Stinky boy!"

Ye Fasheng's forehead was bulging, and his chest was burning with anger. However, he just held up the black giant crocodile. Before he could react, the sky darkened, and the third wave of attacks followed by Yang Ji had arrived. The "hand of death" rose in the wind, covering the sky and the sun like the palm of a god and Buddha, and smashed down heavily.

Rumble!

Ye Fasheng's face changed. But it's too late to block it. Yang Ji's wave of attacks came in waves, and he didn't give him a chance to breathe at all. Boom, his body trembled, and Ye Fasheng rolled and was violently shocked by Yang Ji's blow and flew out.

His body rolled on the ground, plowing a long dent behind him.

"Humph!"

Yang Ji sneered, taking advantage of your illness to kill you. Ye Fasheng didn't take advantage of the loss to be so embarrassed, but if he dared to underestimate him, it would be no wonder that he was not surprised.

Bang, stomp hard. The ground within a radius of dozens of zhang was trembling. Yang Ji stepped on the "Ancient Yu Step", turned into countless phantoms, and while collecting the Magma Crocodile and the Hand of Death, he chased in the direction of the lightning-like Ye Fasheng.

Groan!――

The void roared, and Yang Ji's eighteen sword weapons increased in speed under the bonus of the bronze magic weapon Magma Crocodile and Yang Ji's strength skyrocketed, both in strength and speed. The sword aura is everywhere. Eighteen dragon shapes were conjured in the void.

-- This is a sign that the sword qi is about to break through the sound barrier and reach a certain limit.

Boom Boom!

The eighteen sword weapons were extremely heavy. Each one weighed more than a thousand pounds, and it swooped down from the sky with a sharp roar, and bombarded Ye Fasheng indiscriminately.

Bang!

With a flash of light, a golden light emerged from his body, turning into a metallic light shield that protected Ye Fasheng's entire body. Although this golden mask was only a thin layer, it was as hard as iron. Like a fortress, the Ye Fa Holy Regiment was protected against Yang Ji's sword weapon!

"This guy has a lot of magic weapons!"

Even the Great Asura couldn't help but exclaim slightly at this time. If Yang Ji's methods are put on other people, I am afraid that they will be left and right, and even if they try their best, they will be embarrassed.

But Ye Fasheng's methods are endless. No one knows exactly how many hole cards he has.

Yang Ji didn't have as much effort as the Great Asura to sigh, Ye Fasheng was born in Wugongsheng Academy, and his strength was extremely strong. If this kind of character wants to defeat him, he has to go all out and can't give him any chance to breathe.

"Buzz!"

Yang Ji's body shook, throwing out several figures, and on the tail finger of his left hand, the Netherworld Law Ring lit up, spewing out a puff of black smoke, billowing and swinging, instantly filling the void.

"Ye Fasheng, take me a move!"

Yang Ji's voice floated up from the black mist, and with a throw of his right hand, the bronze magic weapon magma crocodile rolled and was thrown into the void by him, and his limbs were slashed in mid-air, his eyes turned, as if he had come to life, he swam rapidly in the air, turned around, and smashed towards Ye Fasheng with the speed of thunder.

This blow has the power of the magma crocodile's own bite and the heavy force of the bronze artifact itself. Before the magic weapon fell, the invisible heavy pressure made Ye Fasheng's face change slightly.

Even for him, the pinnacle river-level bronze blood magic weapon was an extremely rare and precious magic weapon.

"I'm!"

Ye Fa's holy lungs are about to explode. He was originally looking for a ballast to deal with Yang Ji, but now, he was pressed and beaten by Yang Ji again and again.

"Boom!"

The white light flashed, the sleeves of the shirt flew, and a huge white jade palm drilled out of it, the light was vast, like a full moon hanging high in the sky, holding the blow.

"Get out of here!"

Ye Fasheng's eyes widened, and a majestic crystal-like storm of Gang Qi burst out from his body, and swept in all directions with a bang. At the same time, Ye Fasheng's other right hand slapped like lightning.

"Bang!"

The dark red blood qi was surging and majestic, roaring out like a huge wave of the ocean, and boom! The black fog dispersed, and in the mist, the four flying yaksha shook out like a broken kite, and fell on the big tree a hundred feet away, and even the big tree the size of the water tank was shattered, and the stumps and sawdust flew all over the sky.

"Not good!"

As far as Ye Fasheng's eyes could see, except for the four-headed Voodoo Sect's Flying Yaksha, where was there any trace of Yang Ji. For a moment, he immediately knew that the general situation was not good, and he was calculated.

Rumble!

Almost at the same time, the earth cracked, and a majestic force arched from the ground, completely blasting the entire crust of the mountaintop. In the earth, a blood-red sword burst out.

Yang Ji's body and sword were one, and almost at the same time that Ye Fa Sheng Zhen flew his four-headed Voodoo Flying Yaksha, he drilled out of the ground and pounced like lightning.

The timing and direction of this blow were just right, and there was no room and time for Ye Fasheng to buffer at all. Even with Ye Fa Shengwu Gongsheng's realm, strength, and reaction, he was overstretched and difficult to deal with.

Laugh at!

The sword qi burst out, the golden light suddenly appeared, and between the lightning and the stone fire, Ye Fasheng once again sacrificed his golden light shield to resist the indiscriminate bombardment of Yang Ji's sword qi.

This time, however, the situation is completely different. Bang! Ye Fasheng's sturdy golden luster only lasted for a moment, just like a broken porcelain bottle, torn apart, shattering countless cracks.

In the midst of these cracks, a dark red sword weapon slashed into the light like a poisonous tongue, heading straight for Ye Fasheng's left heart, only a few inches away.

"Wow!"

Seeing that the bloodthirsty sword in Yang Ji's hand was about to pierce his heart, Ye Fasheng was shocked, and all his anger disappeared, leaving only fear.

He knew very well how powerful his "Streamer Cracked Gold Cover" was, which was a magic weapon rewarded in the Wugongsheng Academy. It was a reward that he received when he entered Wugongsheng Academy as a freshman, made a big show, and won the first place.

This Streamer Cracked Gold Shield was extremely strong, and below the Ninefold Martial Venerable, almost no one could penetrate this shield. Unexpectedly, it would be broken by Yang Ji with a single blow using a sword weapon.

"Buzz!"

Between the lightning and the fire, Ye Fasheng only had time to put his hands together and grasp Yang Ji's sword hard. The sword qi passed through, and the blood light burst out, and Ye Fasheng's palms with the power of gods and Buddhas could not resist the edge of the bloodthirsty sword. Blood burst out, and a rain of blood flew out like a waterfall.

"Ahh

Ye Fasheng screamed in fright, and bounced violently, like a cannonball, and went into the sky. In a short period of time, it rose seventy or eighty feet high.

"Wow!"

The crane chirped, and in the depths of the sky, a black-backed and red-topped crane swept down from the sky with its wings outstretched, heading towards Ye Fasheng.

Hurt, I'm hurt!

Ye Fasheng's courage was like blood spurting out of his palm, and it was lost in an instant. Facing Yang Ji's sword, Ye Fasheng was extremely panicked, and finally chose to escape.

Ye Fasheng punished Yang Ji as a leader and maintained the majesty of Tianshui County, the premise of which was that Yang Ji could not threaten himself or hurt himself.

Ye Fasheng does have a sense of responsibility and mission for Tianshui County, but this responsibility and mission are not so big as to be willing to sacrifice his life to maintain it.

Yang Ji's sword made Ye Fasheng feel a deep threat. If he continues to fight, he may be able to defeat or even suppress Yang Ji, but he may also suffer deep, unbearable damage and cost, and even death!

All of this was something that Ye Fasheng hadn't thought of before he decided to make a move!

His belief had been shaken, so Ye Fasheng immediately chose to escape!

"Wow!"

At the same time that Ye Fasheng turned over the black-backed red-topped xenomorph crane, four long howls, the wind was mighty, and the four ugly and hideous flying yaksha spread their wings and flew towards the sky like lightning from four directions.

The Flying Yaksha was originally a dead corpse, a magic weapon made by the Voodoo Sect using the corpses of martial arts powerhouses through secret methods, and this kind of thing does not matter whether it is life or death.

Although Ye Fasheng's blow seriously injured them, it was far from being damaged and useless.

"Wow!"

The black-backed and red-topped crane screamed in the void, Ye Fasheng's reaction was already very fast, and when he saw the four-headed Flying Yaksha, he exploded a wave of Gangfeng Storm, but he was still caught by the four-headed Flying Yaksha on the crane.

The crane shook a few times in the air, carrying a canopy of blood, carrying Ye Fasheng and screaming, and quickly moved away.

"It's a pity!" (To be continued.) )