"Yang Ji, it turns out that you have this bit of guts, you can't beat and run, faster than a rabbit. But where do I see you going this time?"

Zhang Fu smiled gloomily, holding the "Breaking Law Spear" in his hand, holding a gunman in his hand, and pointing a finger in the direction of Yang Ji from afar.

"Hey, who said I'm going to run?"

Yang Ji sneered, but the sound coming from the eight-armed demon god was humming.

"Boom!"

As soon as the blood qi in Yang Ji's body exploded, the essence blood copper furnace roared, and the blood qi in his whole body immediately roared out, like a landslide and tsunami. The next moment, Yang Ji did not retreat but advanced, and took the initiative to attack.

"Boom!"

A shocking blood rainbow swept through the ring, and the eight-armed demon god incarnated by Yang Ji was sonorous all over, like an extraterrestrial meteorite, smashing towards Zhang Fu fiercely.

Because the speed was too fast, a sharp roar sounded in the void, and everywhere it passed, the air waves were thousands of heavy waves, and the layers exploded, and the scene was extremely spectacular.

"Buzz!"

Attracted by Yang Ji's momentum, thousands of candidates stretched their necks and gathered to look at the stage, as if they didn't even want to miss a moment.

In the martial arts hall of Youda, except for the sound of Yang Ji and Zhang Fu fighting, there was no other sound at all. Even the chief examiner and the adjutants held their breath and remained quiet, for fear of disturbing the two in the battle.

You can hear the pins falling all over the audience!

"Yang Ji, you are looking for death!"

In the ring, Zhang Fu's expression was distorted, and his face was full of hideousness. He is the one who has the protection of the gods and is favored by the gods. Although he is still only a young sect leader, he is a well-deserved cult leader of the evil god in the future!

Yang Ji challenged him again and again, which also made Zhang Fu's anger accumulate to the extreme. Now, in the entire Martial Palace, if there is one person among the thousands of candidates who must be killed by Zhang Fu, then this person must be Yang Ji!

"You want to die. I'll make it happen to you!"

Zhang Fu roared sharply, grabbed the swarthy "Magic Breaking Spear" with both hands, and burst out of the air with a bang. Hum, infinite blood and qi converged at the head of the gun, and Zhang Fu didn't think about it, a shot was as fast as lightning, and it slashed in the direction that Yang Ji was shooting.

If this shot is hit. Yang Ji was seriously injured if he didn't die. Even if the bronze Falun was blocked and was picked up by his own shot, it was inevitable that his internal organs would be concussed and injured.

But reality is always a different thing than imagination.

"Buzz!"

The light flashed, and at the moment when the two were about to collide and meet each other, Zhang Fu only felt a flower in front of him, and suddenly lost the trace of Yang Ji.

"Not good!"

Zhang Fu's face changed, and he didn't want to think about it, so he was about to turn around. Pierce to the side. Zhang Fu's reaction was not unpleasant, but it was still slow.

If Zhang Fu fights Yang Ji with his bare hands, it is okay, his blood is strong and covers a large area, and Yang Ji has no way to escape in time and effectively. But he just wanted to fight with Yang Ji's weapons.

Although the "Spear of Breaking the Law" is incomparably powerful and powerful, it was forged by an evil god outside the sky. But the attack area is extremely small. It's much smaller than bare-handed.

For Yang Ji, when Zhang Fu chooses weapon warfare, it only means one thing. That is, the speed bonus of his "Yu Bu" plus "Ten Thousand People Even Beheading Method" and "Bronze Falun" has finally been liberated.

Zhang Fu and himself don't fight for blood and speed, it is completely abandoning strengths and taking weaknesses. Don't look at Zhang Fu's strength, but in terms of speed, he is a well-deserved first in this arena.

"Boom!"

It's too late, it's fast, and six or seven bronze magic weapons are as dense as rain. Shoot hard at Zhang Fu. And the two bronze hands that the eight-armed demon god had vacated pressed fiercely on the blood qi barrier outside Zhang Fu's body with the speed of thunder.

Boom, it was a completely instinctive reaction, the blood qi rolling in the blood qi barrier automatically launched a counterattack, and the devastating blood qi torrent rumbled like the Yangtze River pouring in, directly into Yang Ji's body. It was too late to even stop Zhang Fu.

In the next moment, wrapped in countless muscles and bones, a huge cyan heart was like a bottomless black hole, swallowing up all the invading xenomorph blood qi, and then transforming it into a torrent of pure blood qi and pressing into Yang Ji's limbs and hundreds of remains!

The best defense is offense!

If you want to suppress Zhang Fu's "Spell-Breaking Spear" so that he can't exert the power of this spear and this combat method, the best way is to take the initiative to challenge and use the "Great Asura Warlord's Heart" to actively absorb the blood and qi in Zhang Fu's body.

Even if Zhang Fu wanted to use the Spell-Breaking Spear against himself, at this time, his blood was exhausted, the old power was exhausted, and the new power was not born, and he couldn't exert the power of the Spell-Breaking Spear.

As long as this method is repeated, Zhang Fu's blood will always run out, and his method of suppressing himself in terms of strength with the Magic Breaking Spear will be completely bankrupt.

"Wang Badan!"

Zhang Fu was so angry that he smoked. He is not stupid, Yang Ji flashed a head-on conflict with himself, and he knew what Yang Ji was playing.

"Give me death!"

Zhang Fu didn't say a word, and the law-breaking spear in his hand stabbed at Yang Ji as fast as lightning.

Sonor!

Lightning shone brightly, and a round of bronze Falun appeared out of thin air, standing in front of Zhang Fu and Yang Ji, blocking Zhang Fu's angry shot.

Boom, a thunderbolt seemed to explode in the void, lightning shone brightly, and two violent blood and qi burst out, turning into a blood-colored hurricane that swept the whole field.

This blow was also good, but compared to before, the force on Zhang Fu's gun was obviously not as terrible as before.

"This Yang Ji is too rich in combat experience, and it doesn't look like he came out of a small place at all. There is still a lot of gap between Zhang Fu and him!"

At the edge of the main hall, Sima Shaozhen stood in the crowd and blinked. No matter how others feel, the martial arts examination is essentially nearing its end.

The battle of the "loser's group" is irrelevant, and now the only ones who can really threaten him and prevent him from winning the crown of "Wu Jieyuan" are Yang Ji, Zhang Fu and Wei Boyang.

Among them, the battle between Yang Ji and Zhang Fu was the focus of his attention.

Those who have been able to fight until now are all strong. Even Sima Shaozhen didn't dare to be careless. He was originally optimistic about Zhang Fu in this battle.

In terms of the threat index, in his heart's evaluation, Zhang Fu actually has to surpass Wei Boyang. It's not because it's superb, it's completely intuition.

At some point, he even felt a creepy feeling in his heart. But it's just a moment, a flash, and it's so fast that people think it's an illusion.

- He doesn't even understand what this is going on!

He had been watching the battle between Zhang Fu and Yang Ji for a long time. Although he felt that Zhang Fu might win, Sima Shaozhen didn't dare to underestimate Yang Ji at all.

From the opening to the present, on Yang Ji's body, he has misestimated several times.

Yang Ji's battles are too rich, and even at some point, even Sima Shaozhen feels a little inferior. Yang Ji's martial arts are not like they were practiced, but more like they were tempered by repeated life and death struggles.

This is not even comparable to him, the son of a military family. Although there are a lot of battles in the borderlands, most of them are small soldiers, killing melons and chopping vegetables, and what can really threaten them is not to fall.

And as the bloodline of the family, there are a large number of masters around him at all times to protect him. So in this regard, it can't compare to Yang Ji.

Zhang Fu gave up competing with Yang Ji and used a spear to oppress him, this method of fighting is not wrong, it is definitely quite correct.

But when it came to Yang Ji, this decision immediately became extremely stupid.

Yang Ji relied on his combat experience to turn Zhang Fu's strengths into weaknesses, and his strengths into weaknesses. Sora has a powerful spell-breaking spear, but it can't exert its power.

This ability to find fighters and take advantage of the void to enter, even Sima Shaozhen sighed to himself. Compared with Yang Ji's martial arts, this kind of quick on-the-spot reaction ability and combat experience is what Sima Shaozhen really feels afraid of.

"I used to underestimate the heroes of the world. I didn't expect that in a place like Taiyuan Continent, I could still meet opponents who made me feel tricky. ”

Sima Shaozhen put his hands behind his back, his eyes wandered, and thoughts turned in his eyes. It is not surprising that there are masters in the world who have strength and realms comparable to themselves.

After all, the seventy-two Zhou Tianxiong Passes leading from the Martial Sect Realm to the Eight Great Martial Sect Realms were placed there, and they were not easy to break through.

It's not something that can be achieved by one or two adventures.

But as the son of his Sima family, he took the most powerful "blood sickle" in the family, and he still felt jealous and threatened, so it was not so simple.

If the other party is still from an insignificant, poor and remote "Langya County" that has never been heard of, it will be even more incredible.

"Such a character should be recruited to our Ouyang family. The frontier is where he should work. ”

Sima Shaozhen said secretly in his heart.

Yang Ji's martial arts are still secondary, but the on-the-spot reaction and ability to find fighters he showed made Sima Shaozhen couldn't help but feel sorry for each other and had the idea of appreciating it.

Of course, all this has to wait until he defeats him and gets Wu Jieyuan!

Bang bang bang!

High in the ring, Yang Ji's body changed uncertainly, turning into a blurred remnant line, and the entire enchantment was his phantom in the end. He advanced and retreated, constantly looking for fighters to fight Zhang Fu.

Every time, he retreated with a slight dip, and he didn't give Zhang Fu a chance to play at all.

Now, even the unresponsive candidates can see that Zhang Fukong has a strong body of strength and a very threatening law-breaking spear. But he was restrained by Yang Ji's unique fighting style, and he couldn't exert his power at all.

The battle is still in a stalemate, but for many, the scales of the battle are slowly changing.

"If this continues, Zhang Fu will lose!"

"This Yang Ji is too powerful, his tactics don't give Zhang Ji any room to exert his strength!"

"It's a pity, even if Zhang Fu meets Wei Boyang or Sima Shaozhen, he may not be embarrassed now, but when he meets Yang Ji, he can't start with a punch!"

"Yes, in terms of combat skills, I'm afraid those Great Martial Sects are not necessarily stronger than him!"

...... (To be continued.) )