The top powerhouses have their own minds and cannot be puppets of others. Although Prince Taiyuan is the father of the county lord of Chaoyang and the father-in-law of Yang Xuanlan, this does not mean that he is completely manipulated by his children and has no thoughts of his own.

If Yang Ji can conquer Prince Taiyuan with his performance, he will gain his appreciation. For Yang Ji's future, it must be beneficial and harmless.

The Great Asura had always been hidden in Yang Ji's mind, and his worries couldn't be clearer. It's a joke, but it's not necessarily a good idea.

There was a buzz in the martial hall, and people were still immersed in the joy and excitement of Prince Taiyuan's arrival. Yang Ji took a look and found that the chief examiner from the Imperial Capital City had already stepped into the ring on the other side, raising his eyes to look in all directions:

"Okay! King Taiyuan is just here to watch the battle, and everything in the martial arts competition is normal. You don't have to be informal, and you don't have to worry too much. It's the competition that counts!"

With that, he gestured to the martial arts examiner on the other side with his eyes. The latter understood, and reached out a hand and waved it inside the ring.

Clang!

Soon, the entire martial hall sounded with a melodious bell chime:

"Game on!"

"Buzz!"

With this melodious bell, there seemed to be an invisible magic force in the void, and in an instant, the atmosphere of the entire martial hall suddenly collapsed, moving from the Taiyuan King to the two people in the ring.

"Senior Brother Yang, come on!"

An ear-piercing shout pierced the void, and it was the brothers and sisters of the Iron Crown Sect who waved their fists and couldn't help but shout for Yang Ji.

"Yang Ji, come on!"

"Sima Shaozhen, come on!"

......

Several disciples of the Iron Crown Sect instantly detonated the audience, and everyone shouted along. shouted for the idol he supported, his face was red, and his blood was boiling.

"It's finally begun!"

Yang Ji quickly withdrew his gaze and took a deep breath. looked at the depths of Sima Shaozhen opposite. Although there was a lot of noise outside the ring, there was silence inside, like another world.

Although the surroundings were empty, Yang Ji felt an invisible pressure. This pressure came from Sima Shaozhen on the other side, and also from the depths of Yang Ji's heart.

Yang Ji can't afford to lose this game.

"What, didn't you strike first?"

Not far away. Sima Shaozhen stood up, looked at Yang Ji, seemed to be smiling, and made a gesture of please. He has a personable demeanor and a graceful demeanor, and everyone can feel the powerful aura of him from the inside out.

Hum, Yang Ji didn't dare to be careless, the sword light flashed, and first released eighteen rainbow-like sword lights. Over and over again, it was like an invisible fan suspended above Yang Ji's head. The light on the tip of the sword was uncertain, and the target was towards Sima Shaozhen not far away, revealing an invincible aura!

"That's right! Eighteen sword weapons, all of them already have the power to break through the gang. It's only the most basic, but it's pretty good. And he is multi-purpose, and he can control eighteen sword weapons at the same time, and he is not even guilty of a sword in itself. There is a kendo martial artist like you outside the Hidden Sword Palace, which is already quite remarkable. - Your mental power must be quite strong, right?"

Sima Shaozhen's big sleeves fluttered. The left hand is behind the back, and the right hand is extended with a finger. Imaginary light of the void of eighteen magnificent sword weapons, demeanor, demeanor, calm, not like a fierce opponent for Wu Jieyuan, but like a friend sympathy, talking about swords, with martial arts to meet friends.

Yang Ji's heart sank slightly. He didn't do this once or twice. Sima Shaozhen said that he was multitasking and had a huge mental power, and this was the first one.

"Sima Gongzi is so leisurely and leisurely, I heard that the blood sickle of the Northwest Military stands alone in the world and is extremely powerful. I don't know if there is such an honor. Be able to meet each other. ”

Yang Jidao.

"Why not?"

Unexpectedly, Sima Shaozhen smiled slightly, and his right hand was as white as jade, soft as a boneless, and came out of the wide sleeved robe. Five batches lightly opened, and a red blood cell was dazzling, like a small blood-colored sun, appearing in Sima Shaozhen's palm.

A faint blood mist immediately filled the void, and Yang Ji smelled a strong smell of blood in his nose, which was not the smell that could be emitted by the death of two people, but the blood that could only be smelled in the vast and endless Shura blood field.

On the opposite side, against the backdrop of the blood mist, Sima Shaozhen's figure immediately became blurred, and he couldn't see his facial features or figure clearly, only the vague outline of shadows.

And in Yang Ji's feelings, the breath on Sima Shaozhen's body also changed. A majestic killing aura emanated from him like a tidal wave.

Standing in the blood mist, the image of the humble and gentle merry boy disappeared, and was replaced by a decisive battlefield "Killing God"!

Looking at the opposite side, Yang Ji's ears seemed to hear the sound of horns one after another, and the earth-shattering shouts of killing. There are even more infinite phantoms in front of him, the armor is sonorous, holding a high battle flag, and the dogs and teeth are staggered, and the flood is like a flood fighting together.

"Be careful!"

The voice of the Great Asura warning came to his mind. At the same time, Yang Ji also had precautions and vigilance in his heart:

"This scythe of blood can affect the spirit of man!"

Those who are watching from the outside will not feel, only see a faint fog on the field. But only those who fight-for-tat with Sima Shaozhen and fight in the ring can feel the invisible power of the blood sickle that affects people's spirit and will!

"I don't really like this ability, but now, you should know, why don't I use the full form of the Blood Scythe, right?"

Sima Shaozhen's faint voice came from the blood mist, this was not arrogance, or pretentious gestures. It's a kind of self-confidence in being strong.

Those ordinary opponents simply don't need him to use this ability. And for those really powerful opponents, Sima Shaozhen disdains to use this ability.

A fair game is what he was looking forward to.

This is the confidence of a master!

"But it looks like I'm thinking too much. Even if you can resist Zhang Daoyi's impermanent power, you can naturally resist my blood sickle. ”

Sima Shaozhen said lightly.

"You do have that qualification. ”

Yang Ji said lightly, he wanted to look at the reality of Sima Shaozhen's "Blood Scythe", but now, the blood mist was pervasive, and there was an invisible murderous influence, and his purpose was completely ruined.

"Heh, aren't you going to make a move?"

Sima Shaozhen chuckled, still unable to see his face clearly in the blood mist.

"If you've said that, I'm disrespectful. ”

Yang Ji did not give in. Sima Shaozhen's strength obviously surpasses his own, he has the strength of self-confidence and pride, but Yang Ji can't let go of this opportunity to test the strength of his opponent.

Up to now, Sima Shaozhen and Wei Boyang have seen through almost all his hole cards, and Yang Ji still doesn't know anything about these two.

"Boom!"

As soon as the voice fell, eighteen sword lights roared like thunder and lightning, and quickly flew down from the sky towards Sima Shaozhen with the momentum of thunder.

Although the two are gentle and courteous, when they talk, they look like friends who haven't seen each other for many years. But when it was time to make a move, Yang Ji was not ambiguous.

Eighteen sword lights poured out all their strength, leaving no hand.

Although this hand is an experiment, it shows all the cultivation on Yang Ji's sword, and with the primary breaking power of the sword qi, it has great power.

If Sima Shaozhen is a little negligent or supportive, the result will inevitably give him a big "surprise"!

Bang bang bang!

In the blood mist, a blood-red shadow stood. Sima Shaozhen's body did not move, his head raised to the sky, and at the same time his hands were stretched out, waving left and right, bang, bang!

These half-moon arcs are unmatchedly sharp and precise. Each blade as thin as a piece of paper struck the tip of a sword weapon with incomparable precision.

Eighteen arc lights blocked the eighteen sword lights, and the huge power contained in the light, Qiang Qiang, shook all of Yang Ji's eighteen sword weapons, showing an incomparably clever martial arts attainment.

"Boom!"

At this time, it was fast, just when Sima Shaozhen easily repelled Yang Ji's eighteen sword lights with a snap of his fingers, a mutation protruded, and a thick blood mist suddenly swung open, and a dark red sword weapon flew out of Yang Ji's hand like a reckless snake, and swept through the space in an instant, snatching away from Sima Shaozhen's chest like a flash of lightning.

This sword was completely different from the eighteen sword light of the eighteen sword paths before Yang Ji, and the power contained in the dark red sword weapon was magnificent, exuding a strong aura of destruction.

The sword light passed through the void, and even emitted bursts of rolling wind and thunder, giving people the feeling of shattering, as if even a mountain could easily collapse.

What's even more brilliant is that the timing of this sword is just right, and it is very wonderful. It was precisely when Sima Shaozhen's mind was attracted by the eighteen sword lights, and the blood arc was continuous, and after the eighteen blood arcs, a slight gap appeared in the blood qi.

This kind of tiny gap was not a flaw at all, and as for a powerhouse of Sima Shaozhen's level, it was not at all.

No one has ever been able to take advantage of this flaw in him, which is not a flaw!

But Yang Ji did it!

This is the first time this has happened, and even Sima Shaozhen was taken aback.

"Boom!"

The bloodthirsty sword grazed Sima Shaozhen's shoulder, flew out, and thud into the enchantment rainbow behind him, bursting out with a violent shock wave, shaking the entire hall with a sway.

"I've underestimated you. I can't believe that you still have a nineteenth sword!"

A few zhang away, Sima Shaozhen appeared on the edge of the ring, his voice was faint, and there was still only a silhouette left in the blood mist.

There were bursts of exclamations all around, this was the first time that everyone had seen Sima Shaozhen show his clever light skills, and he was not under Zhao Youhuai at all.

At that time, Sima Shaozhen responded to all changes with the same, and the last to come, relying on the arc power of the blood sickle, controlled the whole audience, and restrained Zhao Youhuai to death. (To be continued.) )