"I, I don't know what you're talking about. ”

The black-clothed guest's entire face was hidden under the black scarf, and he held back a cold sentence for a while.

"Hmph! It's useless for you to deny it. ”

A flash of anger flashed in Wang Zhixun's eyes, and with a bang, he pulled out his long sword, and suddenly jumped up, like a vague lightning bolt towards the black-clothed guest.

Rumble!

The two of them fought together quickly in the void, one white and one black.

Yang Ji found that compared to the previous killing of those evil ghosts, yakshasas, and rakshasas, Wang Zhixun's sword momentum seemed to be suddenly slow and sluggish, and there was no amazing momentum, as if the previous injuries had not healed.

But I don't know why the black-clothed thief is a lot more jealous of her, and her gestures are not as decisive, aggressive, and domineering as before. There were a few times when there were obviously good shots, but they were all let go in vain.

"Her strength is restrained, all the blood and qi are contained in the sword, without the slightest leakage, and the power of Ling Li Cheng is stronger before. ”

Yang Ji looked worriedly from behind, and a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind. Of course, Wang Zhixun's injuries can't be healed yet, the Little Sage Word Technique is an ancient Confucian mastery, and this master's ability to heal injuries is actually more powerful than attack.

Wang Zhixun was able to say things like "It's better to leave it to me", obviously she had completely recovered to the top, and she was so resentful that she was secretly attacked by the other party, and she held back her anger, so she didn't let Yang Ji help.

Yang Ji could feel that she was now using another, more powerful peerless technique.

"This should be another high-level martial arts stunt, but unfortunately, I can't recognize it. And looking at her appearance, it is obvious that she is still a little immature, it should be that the realm is not enough. ”

Yang Ji glanced at Wang Zhixun's slightly trembling sword tip, and said secretly in his heart.

Wang Zhixun's realm was obviously not as high as that martial sect-level black-clothed guest, so it stands to reason that she shouldn't be able to threaten her at all. However, Yang Ji knows that neither of these two can simply speculate according to common sense.

Because of this, the black-clothed Lacker is very powerful, and the evil aura emitted is extremely destructive and destructive. But Wang Zhixun's sword skills are also terrifying.

Those demons, yakshasas, and rakshasas died as soon as they touched her sword qi, and they were destroyed from within, turning into thousands of rotting pieces of flesh and falling.

Being hit by such a sword, it is conceivable that even Wu Zong is afraid that it will be very dangerous.

This is no longer the range of martial arts that Yang Ji has come into contact with, if it weren't for the Hand of Death, the Little Saint Word Technique, and the twelve high-level flying swords, Yang Ji probably wouldn't even have the qualifications to intervene in this battle.

"Senior Sister Wang and this black-clothed guest, both of them are not simple. ”

Yang Ji looked at the two of them and sighed in his heart.

Those who can survive in the underworld are not ordinary people. Yang Ji had a feeling that the identities of these two people were no worse than Yang Xuanlan and the Evil Prince.

The battle ahead became more and more dangerous, and the black-clothed rooker used his ghostly body to constantly wander, trying to find Wang Zhixun's flaws. And Wang Zhixun's movements became slower and heavier, as if a mountain peak had been dragged on the tip of the sword.

Yang Ji did not intervene rashly, but constantly observed the flaws in the body and movements of the black-clothed guest. This black-clothed hacker is completely the best of the best, regardless of his body style, reactions, martial arts, and combat skills...... , all of them are otherworldly, wonderful to the pinnacle, it is not easy to find his flaws.

But for Yang Ji, this is by no means impossible.

"Found it!"

At the moment when the black-clothed guest relied on his body to go around to Wang Zhixun's side, and all his mental power was extremely concentrated on Wang Zhixun's body, Yang Ji suddenly burst out.

"Boom!"

Yang Ji's eyes flashed, and the human sword was one, rising from the ground. At the moment when the black-clothed guest flawlessly took care of himself, he turned into a dazzling and shocking white rainbow and swept towards the black-clothed guest.

Masters fight, every second counts!

The black-clothed guest was one against two, facing himself and Wang Zhixin at the same time. When he dealt with Wang Zhixun, he was preoccupied and there was no difference. But it also meant that he was distracted by another self that could threaten him.

-- This is something that should never happen. Obviously, although he has paid more attention to Yang Ji, he still does not subconsciously regard Yang Ji as an enemy worthy of his attention.

"Boom!"

The air exploded, and the earth shook. The black-clothed slasher had shown his extremely clever killing skills, but now Yang Ji had also shown another equal fighting skill in front of him.

This sword Yang Ji thought deeply, and after thousands of calculations in his mind, from the black-clothed thief's shot, to his circumambulation to Wang Zhixun's side, to Wang Zhixun's reaction, and then to his reaction...... All of them have been calculated thousands of times and are streamlined to the extreme.

Boom, when the black-clothed guest circled around Wang Zhixun's side again, Yang Jiren was like a bright star that was brighter than the sun swept across the sky, and instantly appeared in front of the black-clothed guest, the speed was incredible.

"Buzz!"

When Yang Ji's sword appeared in front of him out of thin air, even with the calmness and sanity of the black-clothed man, he couldn't help but feel a shock in his heart, and the tight qi immediately changed, and a trace of ripples were spread.

"Good chance!"

Wang Zhixun's eyes flashed, and she immediately seized the opportunity of a thousand years of difficulty, with a boom, the blood furnace roared, and the extremely fierce blood qi spurted out like the Yangtze River and the sea, turning into a shocking sword like a mountain.

"The Hand of Death!"

"Nine swords in one!"

"King Kong puppet!"

......

At the same time, Yang Ji erupted into a shocking attack, and the mountain-like hand of death and the nine yellow dragon swords roared out, and at the same time summoned the Vajra puppet to block in front of him, cooperating with Wang Zhixun to attack the black-clothed guest like a storm.

The master's reactions and intuition are otherworldly, extremely fast. Although Yang Ji and Wang Zhixun had not cooperated at all before, the attack they launched jointly at this moment was a heart-to-heart and incomparable tacit understanding.

"Damn it!"

The black-clothed hacker was startled at first, then furious. Boom, like the roar of thousands of steel rolls, the evil qi in the body of the black-clothed guest poured out of the mountains and seas, roaring out.

In the overwhelming torrent of evil qi, endless blood-breaking poisonous needles poured down on Yang Ji and Wang Zhixun like a torrential rain.

These poisonous needles cover the sky and the sun, and even the space is blurred wherever they pass.

"This guy has used the poison needle stunt again!"

Yang Ji's pupils shrank, and his heart was terrified. This kind of poisonous needle is extremely powerful, and the sharpness is not inferior to that of a flying sword, and the viciousness is still excessive.

Yang Ji does not have the body of a martial artist, and there is no solution to this vicious stunt except for blocking it with a vajra puppet.

"Senior sister, be careful!"

"Yang Ji, be careful!"

In a hurry, the two of them shouted almost at the same time.

In the face of the overwhelming and endless drizzle, Yang Ji only had time to quickly move a Vajra puppet in front of Wang Zhixun, and at the same time, his limbs contracted, clumped together, and shrank behind the other Vajra puppet, trying to attack the area of his body as much as possible.

Ding Ding Ding!

The sound of dense metal crashing like raindrops resounded in the void, both Yang Ji and Wang Zhixin were in their hearts, Yang Ji had seen the power of these blood-breaking poisonous needles, and Wang Zhixin was directly victimized.

However, Yang Ji was not idle, while his body was curled up, Yang Ji's spiritual power expanded to the limit, and he also launched a counterattack.

"Boom!"

The earth shook and the sky shook, Yang Ji's huge hand of death was pressed down like a mountain, and at the same time, the nine yellow dragon swords were like life, flexible like nine dragons, and they were endlessly slashing towards the black-clothed slasher from all directions.

And several of the flying swords were aimed at the eyes, ears, and mouth of the black-clothed swordsman. Wu Zong's body is extremely strong, but no matter how strong he is, he can't protect his eyes and mouth.

And this is Yang Ji's chance.

"Look for death!"

The black-clothed guest was furious, and his whole body was full of evil energy, and the black evil qi erupted like a huge wave, and it shook Yang Ji's flying sword with a bang.

It's just that the black-clothed slasher is obviously Yang Ji's swordsmanship. Yang Ji's swordsmanship may not be as powerful as the two of them, but in terms of flexibility, the "Sword Codex" inherited from ancient times is far beyond it.

Laugh at!

In a flash of light, a bundle of green silk on the left side of the black-clothed guest cut off and fell down, and the part of the left side of his face that was exposed outside the black scarf also sneered and showed a blood groove.

"Something that doesn't know whether it's alive or dead, dares to meddle in my affairs. I'll kill you first, and then I'll kill this woman!"

The black-clothed guest looked hideous, and the surging killing machine burst out like a tide.

Rake has a strict credo, prioritize goals, complete tasks and then talk about other things. It is rare for a slasher to ignore the target and deal with someone else, unless the other party threatens their mission.

This sect disciple who came from nowhere, he didn't pay attention to it at all. But things have developed so far that he has had to correct his ideas again and again.

- If you don't kill this kid who keeps making trouble, I'm afraid it will be difficult for me to complete the task and kill Wang Zhixun.

"Boom!"

Within a radius of ten zhang, the black-clothed guest instantly disappeared from Yang Ji's field of vision.

"Be careful, let me come!"

Wang Zhixun's face changed slightly, and he didn't think much about it, and the white shadow flickered, and he came out from behind Yang Ji's majestic King Kong puppet. Boom, the shadow flashed, and Wang Zhixin disappeared in place like lightning in an instant.

"Boom!"

The wind was howling, and the strength was like an arrow, not far from Yang Ji's side, Wang Zhixun and the black-clothed guest were like strong ships facing each other, violently slamming together.

Boom, only to hear an earth-shattering loud noise, within a radius of dozens of zhang, the air exploded, like a landslide and the ground cracked. Listening to only two muffled snorts, Wang Zhixun and the black-clothed guest were drowned in the stormy blood-breaking poisonous needles almost simultaneously.

And Yang Ji stood within a few zhang, and he was also affected by this wave of poisonous needle winds.

"Little Sacred Words!"

"Nine swords in one!"

......

It's too late, it's fast, and I don't have time to think about it, Yang Ji stretched out his hand, and another milky white pillar of light fell from the sky, and the moment Wang Zhixun's breath weakened sharply fell on her body in time.

At the same time, Yang Ji's nine-handled Yellow Dragon Sword was like a flying fish entering the sea, and in the violent drizzle, it moved in the opposite direction with incredible flexibility, penetrating the heavy wind and slashing towards the black-clothed guest.

"Whew!"

In the furious energy, the black-clothed guest had a cold gaze and was about to make a move. Suddenly, the side of the ear loosened, and the black veil covering the face suddenly hung down.

The black-clothed guest was shocked, and hurriedly reached out to hold the black scarf. When it was found that Wang Zhixun was actually restored as before, it was even more like being hit hard, and she was extremely pale.

The disguise of the raider is the biggest secret of the raider, and it is also the biggest capital. Although it is just a face scarf and a black robe, without this identity, the identity of the guest is exposed, which means that he is exposed to the sun, loses all cover, and is not far from death.

The scarf on his face was cut off by Yang Ji, and he couldn't tie it anymore. There is also that strange white light, which has saved Wang Zhixin twice in a row.

Without killing that kid, the operation would not be possible at all.

Between the lightning and the fire, the black-clothed guest's eyes flickered, he hesitated in his heart, weighed again and again, and finally flew out upside down before Wang Zhixin made a move, and a flicker immediately reached twenty zhang away.

"Boy, I don't care what sect you belong to, or what your identity is. Meddling in other people's affairs, meddling in other people's affairs always has to pay for meddlers. - You'd better pray never to leave him!"

Sen Leng's voice came from a distance, this was the longest and most words Yang Ji had heard him say since the attack. Obviously, he was extremely annoyed.

Whoosh!

The black-clothed thief castrated extremely quickly, and in the blink of an eye, he was thousands of feet away. Yang Ji didn't know how he did it, the void twisted, and he immediately disappeared into the field of vision of the two of them out of thin air. R1152