Unable to take Yang Ji several times, Yang Xuanlan's aura changed, his strength rose out of thin air, and a majestic coercion shot into the void, Yang Xuanlan finally displayed the powerful martial arts learned from the Taiyuan Palace.

"Buzz!"

The void shook, light and shadow intertwined, and a huge blue-armored god descended into the void again, setting off Yang Xuanlan's figure with a majestic and powerful spirit.

Without the slightest hesitation, Yang Xuanlan's hands were sealed, and he instantly blasted out that punch.

"Boom!"

The heavenly river is discharged, and the Milky Way is flowing. Yang Ji only felt that the sky was dark, and a strong sense of crisis suddenly rose in his heart, like a humble ant facing the giant palm of a god.

Without the slightest hesitation, Yang Ji's heart moved, and he immediately offered his biggest hole card to challenge Yang Xuanlan this time:

"The Hand of Death!"

Bang!

The light flashed, like a boulder thrown into the lake, and within dozens of zhang around Yang Ji, the air shook, causing ripples.

In Yang Ji's sleeve, with a whoosh, a hard, thick mysterious big hand suddenly drilled out, shook in the air, and directly skyrocketed tenfold, turning into a huge palm as big as a mountain, vast and ancient, and slapped it suddenly.

And almost at the same time, the sky, light and shadow converged, a cyan giant palm, five fingers thick and thick, like a rock, wrapped in the power of destroying the sex, with the momentum of Mount Tai to the top of Yang Ji's head fell down.

In the eyes of the three of them, the two palms went up and down, violently slamming together.

"Boom!"

Hearing only a loud noise, Yang Xuanlan's cyan god giant hand transformed by supreme peerless learning touched Yang Ji's "hand of death", as if it had been greatly corroded, and in an instant, it was like limestone, falling apart and turning into powder.

“！！！”

Yang Xuanlan's heart was shocked. Dozens of feet away, Bai Wuji was even more stunned.

"How is that possible!"

Bai Wuji exclaimed in his heart. I can't believe the result. Yang Xuanlan is a new martial artist, a Chaoyang horse of Taiyuan Mansion, and a strong man at the martial arts level.

Bai Wuji couldn't believe that Yang Xuanlan would actually lose at the hands of an unknown Yang Ji.

"Hand of the Witch Clan!"

A voice sounded in the void, and Yang Xuanlan's expression changed slightly. A name came out of his mouth, and his expression became a lot more solemn.

The shadows in front of him were in front of him, and after Yang Ji's hand of death broke Yang Xuanlan's void seal, the aftermath expanded inexhaustibly towards Yang Xuanlan.

"Bang!"

Yang Xuanlan's right fist shook, the void shook, and a majestic Martial Sect blood qi broke out of his body, and after touching Yang Ji's death hand, his robe shook, and he retreated back like lightning. Distance.

Then just quit a few zhang, his expression changed, he didn't want to think about it, and his backhand was blasted out with a punch.

Laugh at!

With a cracking sound, the flying sword that was originally aimed at Yang Xuanlan's heart shook in the air and passed by Yang Xuanlan.

The bright red robe on Yang Xuanlan's body snorted like a paper tearing apart, and there was a very fine blood mark on his bare left shoulder. Then a trail of blood gushed out.

"Yang Ji!"

Yang Xuanlan's pupils shrank, and he looked at the torn red robe on his body. Looking at Yang Ji not far away, his eyes suddenly surged with crazy killing intent .

This big red robe is his new high school martial artist, the court's reward for the fame of the service, with the ability to be invulnerable, difficult to hurt by swords and guns, Yang Xuanlan has always cherished it very much. But this time it was destroyed in the hands of Yang Ji.

"Whoosh!"

Not far away, Yang Ji made a move with his palm, and the "bloodthirsty sword" in the air was flexible like a dragon, drawing back and forth in the air a few times, and then falling to his palm.

Look at the slick of blood on the blade. Yang Ji felt a burst of hatred and happiness in his heart that he had never felt before.

This was the first time he had injured Yang Xuanlan, and it was also the first official counterattack against Yang Xuanlan and the Yang clan after leaving Ping'an City.

Although it was only a faint trace of blood, for Yang Ji, it was the beginning of official revenge.

From passive suppression, panicked like a lost dog escaping, to now hurting Yang Xuanlan with a sword, standing in front of Yang Xuanlan and the Yang family in a dignified manner.

This is a qualitative change.

"The hand of the witch clan, the blood-breaking sword...... , I didn't think you could still get these ancient things, Yang Ji, you really got a lot of good things from that scroll of the Cave Heavenly Scripture painting?"

Yang Xuanlan narrowed his pupils, and his cold eyes were cold.

Yang Ji's sword successfully injured his arm, but it also successfully aroused the fierce beast in his heart.

It doesn't matter the clan, it doesn't matter the bloodline, it doesn't matter the benevolence...... At this moment, Yang Xuanlan had only one thought in his mind, kill him!

"The Hand of the Wicans......"

Yang Ji's face changed slightly, and then he reacted, with Yang Xuanlan's martial arts knowledge, the matter of the Dongtian Sutra painting may not be hidden from him.

He stayed in the cave scripture painting for ten hours, and he stayed outside for more than three hours. That's enough to say something.

"I don't know what the hand of the Witch is...... , but one thing I know, Shibei three days should be quite impressive, Yang Xuanlan, you didn't expect to be today!"

Yang Ji stared at Yang Xuanlan's cracked shoulder.

It was just a little bleeding, and the wound on Yang Xuanlan's shoulder was healed. Yang Ji secretly said that it was a pity, this sword he originally expected to be at least half a foot deep and cut off Yang Xuanlan's bones.

But this is far from the case. Looking at the wound alone, it is obvious that it is only a very superficial injury, and even the muscles are not torn.

It is difficult to inflict fatal injuries with this kind of injury alone, and even if Yang Ji smears Xiao Ji's venom on his sword, it will not have the desired effect.

Yang Xuanlan only needed to shave off a little muscle on the surface to stop the spread of the venom.

However, being able to inflict damage on Yang Xuanlan's Martial Sect Body was already a huge improvement, and this step alone was much more powerful than all the weapons that Yang Ji had before.

Yang Ji knew that this was not necessarily that the "Bloodthirsty Sword" only had such an effect on Yang Xuanlan, and the bigger reason was the difference in strength between himself and Yang Xuanlan.

Yang Xuanlan is a sevenfold martial sect, the muscles and meridians in his body are extremely dense, and the density is far stronger than that of other martial artists. And there's also an instantaneous blood gas shield.

With the sword qi on the "Bloodthirsty Sword", it is unrealistic to want to cut through Wuzong's body as lightly as cutting tofu.

Not far away, I heard Yang Ji's words. Yang Xuanlan's face didn't change much.

"Hmph, you're too confident, what about getting the hands of the Wu Clan and the Blood Breaking Sword Weapon? I want to see how much skill you have to use these powerful magic weapons!"

Yang Ji said coldly.

"Boom!"

As soon as the voice fell, with a bang, Yang Xuanlan pulled out a soft sword from his waist, and then jumped up. In the roaring wind, he took the initiative to attack Yang Ji again.

Yang Xuanlan was by no means a master of swordsmanship, let alone a master of swordsmanship, and this soft sword was only used by him to deal with Yang Ji's death hand.

This great hand of death is full of strange power, which can corrode and destroy the blood and qi of warriors. This is by no means the power of Yang Ji itself, but the ancient power contained in the hands of this witch clan.

If you come into direct contact with the Absolute Learning, it is definitely not the best policy, and even your own blood will be eroded and polluted. Only with the help of third-party weapons, the direct connection is severed, and the flesh is flesh to blood. Consume each other is the best way.

――Even in the midst of rage, he maintained his calmness, wisdom and judgment, which is also the strength of Yang Xuanlan as a strong man!

On the other side, Yang Ji's face changed slightly, and his heart shook sharply.

Yang Xuanlan's judgment was not wrong, the "Hand of Death" was so powerful that even his Void Seal could be broken.

But the more powerful the thing. The more expensive it is to use.

The result of Yang Ji using it to compete with a martial arts powerhouse was that the blood qi in his body was consumed a lot. Even far beyond normal moves.

Such a drastic consumption, with Yang Ji's current realm, would not last long at all.

The strong wind was blowing, Yang Ji didn't have time to think about it, he roared sharply, and fiercely sacrificed the "power of fire demons" in his body. With a bang, it turned into a flaming flame demon again, and rose into the sky.

Boom! Boom!

Hundreds of torrents of flames burned in the void, and Yang Ji and Yang Xuanlan turned into two blurred afterimages in the air and fought fiercely.

The ground was razed to the ground within a hundred feet of the two of them, and all the vegetation was reduced to ashes. Even the exposed stones emitted green smoke.

Flying swords, air guns, vajra puppets, yin, fire and yang talismans, weapons...... , the two fought as a ball with all their might. Both men possess the ability to "punch first", unleashing dozens of attacks every moment.

Every attack of Yang Xuanlan could shake Yang Ji's qi and blood churning, and even the fire of the fire demon outside his body dimmed a lot. And Yang Xuanlan is not much better.

Yang Ji's strength has risen sharply this time, whether it is the bloodthirsty sword or the hand of death, it is enough to pose a threat to him.

In particular, Yang Ji's swordsmanship was incredibly flexible, and the orientation was even more tricky, as if another one was manipulating, so that Yang Xuanlan had to be extra careful.

And the soft sword in his hand must also attract the hand of death of Yang Ji, and there can be no negligence.

"No more!"

The storm of blood and fire swept in all directions, and Yang Ji looked at Yang Xuanlan opposite, and a thought flashed through his mind. Yang Xuanlan's green silk was disordered, his demeanor was far less calm than before, and his aura was weakened a little, not as strong as before.

But his strength declined even faster.

Yang Xuanlan was right, although the hand of death could deal with him, it even posed a great threat. But with his current state, he can't afford the huge consumption of the hand of death.

After only using it a few times, Yang Ji felt that his chest was fluctuating and his breathing was a little scattered. If this situation continues, I don't know if Yang Xuanlan will be defeated, but before that, I'm afraid I won't be able to support it in the first place.

Yang Ji's mind was full of thoughts one after another, and he soon had the idea of retreating. "Stay in the green mountains, don't be afraid of no firewood", this battle with Yang Xuanlan has tested a lot of things.

At least, let him know that he is not something he can knead and flatten at will!

What's more, this big hand of death was temporarily taken out for rough cultivation in order to deal with Yang Xuanlan.

With the power of this kind of Cheng dù alone, he still can't defeat Yang Xuanlan. (To be continued......)