"Sima Shaozhen, take me too!"

Yang Ji was in the midst of lightning and fire, and a "Immortal Shadow Change" flashed this blow by a millimeter, appearing ten zhang away, his left hand was raised, and he shook it in a circle in the air, and in an instant, eighteen flying swords roared out.

Among these eighteen sword weapons, Yang Ji was infused with the power of the "Magma Crocodile", which was far heavier than before. Moreover, among the sword weapons, the "magma power" of the crocodile-shaped giant beast was also blessed, and where the eighteen sword weapons passed, the air turned into magma, and blazing flames erupted, turning into torrents of magma.

With the blessing of these magma torrents, Yang Ji's eighteen sword lights were as agile as ever, but they had a thick and unmatchable flavor.

"Boom!"

Eighteen sword lights slashed down, and that momentum opened the sky and the earth, and it was difficult to stop!

"Damn it!"

Sima Shaozhen churned, and dodged the slash of the eighteen flying swords in embarrassment!

"What a difficult magic weapon, where did he get this kind of artifact soul!"

Sima Shaozhen was also anxious at this time, far from being chic and calm before. Yang Ji's eighteen sword lights were changed to before, and he didn't even look at them.

But now, the Blood Scythe was stopped by Yang Ji's bronze blood magic weapon "Magma Crocodile", and he simply didn't have the extra strength to deal with these eighteen sword lights that multiplied their strength.

This battle has been going on so far, and it can be said that it is very far from what Sima Shaozhen expected before, and it is completely different. The edge of the blood scythe is almost unstoppable at this level, no matter who it is, the god blocks and kills the god, and the Buddha blocks and kills the Buddha.

Even if it is the Great Martial Sect of Yae, I am afraid that it is not his opponent.

But I happened to meet Yang Ji's "magma crocodile". The power of the rules of this magic weapon seems to have been specially restrained.

Although the blade of the Blood Scythe can split through the magma layer created by the opponent, it overlaps and overlaps. The continuous generation of magma fields has greatly reduced the power of the Blood Scythe, greatly reduced its speed, and in the process, its energy and power have also been greatly reduced, and there is no real threat anymore.

And worst of all, without the help of this artifact. In terms of strength, he is no longer Yang Ji's opponent at all. So much so that we are now in a position of extreme passivity.

"Whew!"

The air was silent like a wave of water cutting open, and the six-headed broken god as thin as a paper blade was like a glimpse of light, chasing after Yang Jiji. Yang Ji didn't hesitate at all, his body shook, like a lightning speed, and rushed into the range of regular power around the bronze blood magic weapon "Magma Crocodile".

Boom, the six-headed god broke without thinking about it, and rushed in. But the next moment, it was as if jumping out of the air into the water. The speed was immediately greatly reduced.

On the other hand, after entering the range of magma power, the speed not only did not decrease in the slightest, but increased. As the master of this "rule area", Yang Ji can consciously reduce the pressure brought by the air to himself, and even the magma-like air pushes himself and increases the speed.

"Genki Kendo!"

The six broken gods in front of him, whose speed had decreased, still held on to their bite and chased after them. Yang Ji held a three-foot bloodthirsty sword in his hand, and he didn't want to think about it. Turning around, a move of vitality sword dao roared out, booming, only to see a flash of light, and then the mighty blazing sword qi burst out of Yang Ji's hand like a river.

The fiery sword qi was as straight as a pillar, and as Yang Ji's wrist drew circles in the air, it frantically stirred the six heads to break the gods.

"Go!"

Yang Ji resisted the Broken God of the Six Broken Power Evolution. On the other hand, he still had the strength to return his hand, and the eighteen swords, which were as heavy as a mountain, roared and set off, taking the initiative to launch a contest against Sima Shaozhen while defending.

This is a test of the fighting skills of the two, and whoever can't hold on first will be defeated from this battle.

Whoosh!

Sima Shaozhen's reaction was not slow. With a wave of his big sleeve, a dense thin half-moon-shaped blood arc burst out of the air like a swarm of bees, facing the eighteen heavy sword lights flying down from the air.

Boom, boom, half of the eighteen sword lights were blocked, and half of them split the half-moon blood arc that was blocked, and six of them were stopped by the waves behind, their speed was greatly reduced, and they lost their threat. But there were still three handles that passed through Sima Shaozhen's interception net, rushing like thunder and lightning.

Bang bang bang, between the lightning and the fire, Sima Shaozhen activated his body technique, conjuring up countless afterimages, and narrowly missed the three long swords.

Sima Shaozhen dodged successfully, and did not attack Yang Ji at all, but ran back quickly, rushing away in the direction of the ring far away from Yang Ji, and seemed to be unwilling to get close to Yang Ji at all.

It's just that while running, Sima Shaozhen's sleeves stretched out, condensing dark red spears with breaking power, and shot out towards Yang Ji like lightning, and the timing of the choice was when Yang Ji's qi machine was slightly chaotic.

In terms of timing capture ability, although Sima Shaozhen is a little worse than Yang Ji, he is definitely among the first-class masters.

In front of Sima Shaozhen's ability, although Yang Ji is stronger, he can't take much advantage at all.

"Now, it's up to Yang Ji to see if he can drag Sima Shaozhen into the power range of his magma rules in time. Or, Sima Shaozhen was able to drag down Yang Ji one step ahead, seize the opportunity, and defeat Yang Ji with the scythe of blood. ”

Under the ring, the eyes of Zhou Tong, the chief examiner from the Imperial Capital City, flashed, and countless thoughts flashed through his mind. The battle has entered a delicate state.

What decided the final battle was not the level of strength and strength of Yang Ji and Sima Shaozhen, but the dark red halo around the crocodile-like giant beast.

- That's the magma power range of the crocodile behemoth!

Sima Shaozhen fell into the range of this dark red halo for a while, and he would be firmly dragged by the magma power of the crocodile-shaped giant beast, and finally fall into defeat.

Sima Shaozhen's martial arts literacy is beyond ordinary people, and it is obvious that he also understands this truth. So Yang Ji has never been given a chance to get close, let alone a chance to drag Yang Ji in.

Whether this battle is stalemate or won, it will be seen whether Sima Shaozhen can remain outside the range of magma power and maintain it until the end.

Bang bang bang!

The flames in the ring are blazing, black giant crocodiles, dark red sickles, rolling magma, sharp blood arcs, flying swords, broken gods, sword energy, fist energy, body skills, footwork...... Intertwined.

For many, the level of this fight has exceeded the limits of what they can reach. The two of them moved like rabbits, and every move was wonderful to the top, revealing a very high level of fighting.

The battle went on to this point that the two never stopped. The multitasking fighting skills are vividly displayed in the two of them.

The battle in the ring was so exciting, so moving, that for many students in the hall, many times they felt that their eyes were completely insufficient, and they could not keep up with the rhythm of the battle between the two.

The battle between the two became more and more fierce and dazzling, and thousands of students held back their whistles, and everyone knew that this battle had reached the most critical and climax.

Who will win this battle between Yang Ji and Sima Shaozhen, and who will be able to continue to walk, and further win the position of the first place "Wu Jieyuan" depends on this moment.

The entire hall was quiet, and an invisible tension filled the void, Song Hong, Huang Tong, Ouyang Zhuming, Zhao Youhuai, Wei Boyang, and even Zhang Daoyi and the disciples of the Black Water Cliff, who were not dealing with Yang Ji, also held back their whistles, staring at the stage with nervous and concerned eyes, paying attention to the final result of this battle.

Boom!

Sparks shot out, and Yang Ji's eighteen sword lights were dense with void nong, whistling and whirling, constantly shooting at Sima Shaozhen, and constantly being shot away by him, and repeating again and again, again and again.

At the same time, Sima Shaozhen's condensed dark red broken spear continued to shoot at Yang Ji one after another, and together with the six broken gods, they flanked together.

It's a pity that Yang Ji never leaves the dark red magma halo range of the bronze blood magic weapon "Magma Crocodile". The black giant crocodile pounced, tossed, tore and bitten, and wherever it went, a circle of magma halos expanded there.

Now, that area has become a foothold and a safe place for Yang Ji, who doesn't get too close to the Blood Scythe to avoid accidental injury, and at the same time doesn't get out of the range of the magma halo.

Sima Shaozhen's attack was greatly reduced in power in this area, and it was either dodged by Yang Ji, intercepted by Yang Ji, or eliminated by the power of the bronze blood magic weapon.

Using this as a base, Yang Ji drove the black giant crocodile towards Sima Shaozhen step by step, constantly taking the initiative to attack, consciously suppressing and controlling his movement range and battle rhythm.

To make matters worse, Sima Shaozhen found that Yang Ji's blood qi recovered faster than his own. This made Sima Shaozhen pull out thousands of pounds in four or two, and Yang Ji's strategic method was completely stillborn.

"It won't work at all like this, and the final result will be a tie!"

Sima Shaozhen began to feel anxious, and he already felt that the blood qi in his body had begun to be a little inconsistent. Although it was not obvious yet, it was not serious enough to affect the battle between him and Yang Ji.

But in this case, it is clear that the situation is not in his favor.

Sima Shaozhen's heart rose and fell one after another.

Woohoo!

As he was thinking about it, a dark red flashed in front of him, and sword light roared sharply, drawing arcs in the void, shooting from all directions.

He was already very familiar with Yang Ji's flying sword attack on Sima Shaozhen, but at this time and then, despite this, he still needed to deal with it with all his strength.

Bang bang bang!

Sima Shaozhen shook his hand, and countless dark red half-moon-shaped blood arcs as thin as paper blades roared upward, each of which hit a sword light.

Sima Shaozhen's strength was obviously a little weak, and in the face of Yang Ji's powerful flying sword attack, it often took two or even three blood arcs to exert its effect. (To be continued.) )