"Drink!"

The shirtless strong man was taken aback, Yang Ji's speed was much faster than him. And the power of the bronze blood magic weapon completely overshadowed him. At this time, it was too late to escape, and the electric light and stone fire only had time to shout, and the qi waves of the whole body erupted.

"Boom!"

The brick wall collapsed, and the shirtless strong man couldn't even block a move, and he was shocked out by Yang Ji again, knocking down a large number of houses.

was knocked away by Yang Ji twice in this way, and the shirtless strong man screamed, and his lungs were about to explode.

"Boy, you're so arrogant!"

Just when Yang Ji struck away the shirtless strong man of the Great Martial Sect level, his strength struck, and the huge gray-white skeleton, with thousands of small skeletons, roared away in the billowing black smoke.

The skeleton's huge mouth opened and sucked violently, as if it wanted to suck up all the life force on Yang Ji's body.

And in the huge skeleton phantom, the second scar-faced Evil God Sect Great Martial Sect even pounced.

"Little Sacred Words!"

Yang Ji sneered and didn't even look back. It's just that the index finger of his left hand stretched out, and just before the scar-faced evil god sect Great Martial Sect pounced, he pointed sharply.

Bang!

A magnificent milky white pillar of light rose from the sky, and the strong aura of heaven and earth in the pillar of light, like boiling soup and pouring snow, hit the gray and white skeleton that rolled over, as well as the scar-faced evil god sect Great Martial Sect in the skeleton phantom.

"Ahh

With a terrible howl, the scar-faced master was still a few feet away from Yang Ji, and suddenly his face was full of fear, and he shot back. He comes fast and retreats faster.

The Confucian spirit of heaven and earth is very powerful in restraining the evil way, and the higher the cultivation of the evil way, the more weird, evil and cruel the evil skill. The more you hurt, the more you hurt.

The scar-faced evil god sect of the Great Martial Sect cultivates the practice of sucking people's life force, which is extremely evil, so he is more afraid of the power of Confucianism in Yang Ji than ordinary people.

The Eightfold Great Martial Sect has a strong vitality and is extremely determined. But Yang Ji's little holy words made him feel the taste of death.

For the first time I felt the smell of fear in him!

However, Yang Ji couldn't pay attention to him at the moment.

"Roar!"

The wind blows in the face. Above Yang Ji's head, the blood cloud rolled, and a huge beast claw grabbed from the blood cloud, this giant claw had nine fingers, covered with scales, and there were black hairs between the scales, and the nine toe iron pincers generally revealed infinite strength.

"Be careful, his real body is behind him!"

The voice of the Great Asura came from his head. The next moment, another picture appeared in Yang Ji's mind. It was in the cloud of blood and qi that the two masters of the Cult of the Evil God Sect, a shirtless strong man and a scar-faced man, were violently dispersed. An ethereal figure stuck to the ground like a shadow, silently blending into the strength of the two.

He restrained the breath of his whole body, slippery like a loach, if he didn't pay attention, he just thought it was a thin layer of blood and qi shadow, and he wouldn't pay attention to it at all.

"Just in time!"

Yang Ji sneered, his right hand stretched out, and five fingers were spread. Suddenly, there was an extra soul spear. Boom! A spear from the void was vicious, hideous and ugly. The back of the gigantic beast pierced out.

The huge monster's claws had not yet been clawed, and it exploded violently.

Yang Ji's body pounced close to the ground, and he didn't think about it, he just smashed it out with a punch. Boom! The energy intersects, setting off thousands of waves.

"Boy, look for death!"

The slender master of the Cult of Evil Gods was hostile to Yang Ji. Suddenly, I felt something strange in my heart, and when I looked up, I saw eighteen sword lights roaring down, and I didn't think about it, and I punched out.

The punch was as hard as iron. Straight as a column, there is a tendency to rush to the bull. Hearing only a boom, Yang Ji's eighteen sword lights were like dead branches and leaves, all of which were blasted out in one go.

"Whew!"

At the moment when he was distracted by the slender Evil God Sect master, Yang Ji did not hesitate and slashed out with a fierce sword. This sword Yang Ji's right hand changed to his left hand, and the angle he took was extremely tricky, from bottom to top, horizontally, it was an angle that he couldn't dodge.

"Boom!"

Sensing the danger, the slender Cult Master didn't think about it, and threw a punch out. This punch is extremely powerful, and it uses bloody kung fu.

Bang!

Yang Ji was punched in the chest and was shocked and flew out. At the same time, the slender Cult Master also received a sword on his arm, dripping with blood, and immediately flew backwards.

"Bastard!"

The latter's pupils shrank, and his eyes were full of murder. With this blow, he originally thought that Yang Ji would back down. Unexpectedly, he didn't dodge or dodge, and punched him.

This kind of lose-lose style of play is not taken by the martial arts powerhouse at all! He never expected that Yang Ji would fight with him like this, no matter what, it looks more like Yang Ji is at a loss.

"Think I'm doing something unwise here, right?"

Yang Ji suddenly opened his mouth and sneered. Although the bronze magic weapon Magma Crocodile has not been completely repaired, the wounds suffered by the fierce beast soul inside still need to be slowly healed by Yang Ji, so it is not yet possible to use the power of rules.

However, even in the face of the three Great Martial Sects at the same time, Yang Ji was not afraid.

"Stinky boy, what are you yelling about?"

The thin Evil God Sect Great Martial Sect's eyes narrowed and stopped suddenly.

"Hehe, don't think that you can do anything if you get a bronze blood artifact. Your realm has not really reached the Martial Dao Eightfold, and with this magic weapon alone, you are no match for the three of us at all. ”

Scarface's evil master sneered.

"Don't listen to his nonsense, stall for time, and kill him quickly!"

The shirtless strong man who cultivated the fire system exercises yelled and screamed, and he was angry.

"Boom!"

As soon as the voice fell, the shirtless strong man took the lead, and the three of them pounced at the same time. However, not long after he pounced, there was a pop, and a figure fell straight down on a wooden stake.

"Dick!"

The other two looked back and were amazed. I saw that the thin Great Martial Sect who fought with Yang Ji in the last place suddenly fell to the ground stiffly, his lips were red and purple, his body was blue, and he didn't move.

"Oh no! he's poisoned!"

The scar-faced evil path master's heart was cold, and as far as his eyes could see, he saw that the thin arm of the Great Martial Sect was bleeding profusely, but the blood that flowed out was all black.

The vitality of the Eight Great Martial Sects was so strong that ordinary toxicity could not help him at all. But he was only slashed by Yang Ji, and he actually fell.

"Stinky boy, you have poison on your sword!"

The shirtless strong man stood up, looked at Yang Ji hatefully, and gritted his teeth. If gaze can kill, Yang Ji is afraid that he has died thousands of times.

"Hehe, is there only now this kind of awareness? Didn't Zhang Servant tell you that if you are my enemy, you may not necessarily be sure to win!"

Yang Ji took a few steps forward and said with a faint smile.

These cult masters are all ruthless and murderous. Fighting with these people, but anyone who has the slightest soft-heartedness is self-defeating.

Therefore, Yang Ji used a little bit of Xiao Ji's venom and first solved one of them!

"Bastard!"

Both of them had red eyes. The two only thought that Yang Ji took Wu Jieyuan, and it was definitely different from them. Where did you think that Yang Ji would actually smear poison on the sword.

How did the two of them know that Yang Ji dared to use calculations to calculate Zhang Fu, naturally it could not be the kind of inflexible sect disciple that the two thought they thought they were.

Fighting for life, fighting for life and death, where can there be a little bit of soft-heartedness, Yang Ji can see it better than these people.

Poisoning one and injuring one, the attack of the Cult of the Evil God no longer poses a threat to Yang Ji.

"Hey, at this time, do you two still want to commit murder in front of me? Hmph! Don't even think about leaving either of you two today!"

Yang Ji said coldly, wisps of murderous intent flashed in his eyes:

"Today, I'm going to use the lives of the two of you to give Servant Zhang a wake-up call. I want to see how many masters of the Cult of the Evil God have killed me!"

Airplanes!

Yang Ji's figure flickered, and lightning shot out in an instant. Boom, the sky shook, bursts of thunder, Yang Ji held the sky with his hand, and the bronze blood magic weapon in his hand destroyed the golden mountain and poured the jade pillar, and smashed towards the two of them at the speed of thunder.

At the same time, the sword qi behind Yang Ji flew together, and eighteen sword qi streams roared out, completely covering the two of them.

Looking up at Yang Ji's stormy attack, the two Great Martial Sects of the Evil God Sect changed color slightly at the same time. If it was before, the two would never be afraid of Yang Ji.

But having fought with Yang Ji, the two of them already deeply understood that whether it was strength or magic weapons, the young man in front of them was not comparable to any opponent they had met before.

The slender Cult Master who fell to the ground had fully explained how terrifying Yang Ji was.

"Get out of the way!"

Suddenly, the heavens shook, and a majestic, domineering voice came from the sushal, revealing surging power in the voice, as if even the whole heaven and earth were shaking in his voice.

"Dharma Protector!"

Although they hadn't seen it yet, the moment they heard this voice, the two cult masters were ecstatic at the same time, almost without thinking about it, their left foot stretched out, stepped on the ground, and at the same time withdrew backwards.

"Buzz!"

Just as the two of them withdrew, the sky darkened, and a huge red and brilliant iron fist, like the palm of a god, pierced through the void and suddenly poked down from above the clouds.

At the same time as this iron fist appeared, a strange feeling rose in Yang Ji's heart. It seems that what you see in front of you is not an iron fist, but a "rising sun" that shines on all things!

"Be careful!-"

The hysterical shouts of the Great Asura suddenly came from his mind, and at the moment when he spoke, the round of "rising sun" in Yang Ji's consciousness suddenly increased at a hundredfold rate, exuding a majestic, terrifying aura like mountains and seas.

It's just that in the blink of an eye, a strong sense of danger suddenly rose in Yang Ji's heart, as if a catastrophe was coming, and as if it was in danger.

"Great Martial Venerable!"

Yang Ji's eyelids were beating wildly, and his heart was pounding. Yang Ji never expected that behind these eightfold Great Martial Sects, there was actually a Ninefold Great Martial Venerable hiding behind. (To be continued.) )