This is a name in the sectarian world that is very small, feared by everyone, and not known by many people.

The reason why Yang Ji knows this is not because of Zhao Hua or Lin Qingyan, but because he is the most taciturn and unexpected character, Lu Wu.

Yang Ji didn't communicate much with Lu Wu, and he didn't know much from him. But Rake is the only thing that Yang Ji learned from Lu Wu and remembered deeply.

Because a like-minded friend Lu Wu knew before was killed by a thief.

There are few people in the sectarian world, they are amazingly talented, all of them have rich experience in actual combat, and all of them follow the path of combat skills, and they are geniuses among geniuses.

There are quite a few people who have become famous heroes in the sectarian world before they become raiders.

Some of them are evil martial artists, some are sect disciples, some are ocean thieves, some are barbarian masters, and even other creatures in the different dimension...... , not only how did they come from, but one thing is similar, they are powerful, all of them are the best among their peers, and they are the best among the best.

Their attacks are simple, sophisticated, and subtle, without the slightest superfluous action, but they are deadly, vicious, and all aimed at killing, and fighting them is full of endless dangers.

These raiders come and go, and rarely come in groups. However, it is said that some of the raiders also gathered together to form a mysterious raider organization.

Murder is never done out of personal vendettas, but by hiring a murderer.

This person rose from the back of the stone to the attack, all the moves were simple and refined, without the slightest superfluous action, as if he had been calculated thousands of times in his mind in advance, even Yang Ji could not do it better than them.

Moreover, their attacks were extremely aggressive, and Yang Ji was so close that he didn't have the slightest chance to intervene.

"Ahh

Wang Zhixun screamed and flew out, and was immediately seriously injured. If it was a sneak attack by Xiao Zhoutian's opponent, or a sneak attack by a military general, Wang Zhixin would not have been hit so quickly.

But a powerful Sevenfold Martial Sect plotted a sneak attack, and it was already good for Wang Zhixun to be able to guarantee that he would not die if he was seriously injured.

"You're from Taifang!-"

Wang Zhixin covered her chest with one hand, her face was pale, and her pupils reflected the indifferent and deadly figure of this robber, full of shock.

In response to the silent void, the black-clothed thief was like a piece of wood, unheard. Just when Wang Zhixun was seriously injured and flew out, she found her dead body, her body was vertical, and her two powerful legs flicked hard in the void like bamboo knots, and immediately disappeared into the void like a ghost-

On the other side, a strong aura of death rose from his heart, and Wang Zhixun's face changed dramatically in an instant.

"Little Sacred Words!"

It was too late, it was too soon, and at the moment when this martial sect-level raider disappeared, a voice came from the oblique brake, and Yang Ji finally made a move.

Bang!

With a flash of light, a white pillar of light that was extremely positive and large, containing endless righteous energy, fell from the sky and struck an empty space in front of Wang Zhixun with a bang.

"Ahh

With a painful snort, a figure staggered out of the void that was originally empty. White smoke billowed from his back, and a burn mark the size of a bowl appeared on the body of the Martial Sect that was as solid as steel.

"You-"

A cold light flashed in the dim heaven and earth, and a cold, icy gaze immediately swept over his head and fell on Yang Ji, as if he was seeing him for the first time.

The power of heaven and earth in the underworld is completely different, so that every martial artist who enters here will weaken their strength and lower their realm by one level. But there are some things that will not change, such as the body of the Martial Sect that has been refined.

Martial Sect is Martial Sect, even if you stand there and don't move, no one can hurt you. Because of this, he didn't care about all the goals except Wang Zhixin at all.

It's just that without this, he disdains it, and doesn't pay attention to the sect disciples at all, not only can he see through his body, but also inexplicably burn his martial arts body and hurt him.

"You're dead......"

The black-clothed guest stared at Yang Ji coldly, and a clear thought came to his eyes.

"Boom!"

With a flick of his body, the black-clothed guest was still staring at Yang Ji, but the person had already disappeared into the void like a distorted black lightning.

Compared with Yang Ji, his goal is still as firm as ever. That's the style of Rake.

"It's a pity, the level of the Little Saint's Word Technique is still not enough, otherwise this blow can at least seriously injure him. ”

A regretful thought flashed through Yang Ji's mind. The Little Sage Speech Technique is a powerful Confucianism mastery, but it's a pity that Yang Ji's Little Sage Speech Technique is still at the level of a martial artist.

If this level of power is used to restore blood qi and heal injuries, it is naturally more than enough, but when it is used to attack and deal with some powerful opponents, it will be immediately greatly reduced, and it is only half of the original power.

Therefore, Yang Ji chased and killed the Skeleton Ghost King, used the Little Sacred Words Technique countless times, and wasted countless Haoran righteousness before finally killing it.

"Whoosh!"

Seeing that the black-clothed thief attacked Wang Zhixin again, Yang Ji's figure flickered, and he flew out, and the floating body method was almost to the extreme, and at the same time, Yang Ji pointed his finger, and the white light flashed, and another small holy word technique fell.

Only this time, the target is not the black-clothed thief, but Wang Zhixing.

"Boom!"

The white light flashed, and a heroic aura immediately fell on Wang Zhixun's body, and at the same time, Yang Ji's body straightened, and his strong aura was no longer hidden, and it burst out violently.

"The Hand of Death!"

A fist-sized ball of blue light flew out of Yang Ji's mind, swayed in the void, and suddenly turned into a hard, thick mysterious hand.

Boom, the earth shook, the sky darkened. In the blink of an eye, a large mountain-like hand wrapped in ten thousand torrents fell from the sky with a thunderous momentum.

"Be careful! His blood is poisonous, and there are blood-breaking poisonous needles in it!-"

Seeing Yang Ji's move, Wang Zhixun screamed and was extremely worried.

"What?"

Yang Ji looked stunned, and he didn't understand what Wang Zhixin meant at all. However, he still felt the danger and warning revealed in Wang Zhixun's voice.

"Buzz!"

In the midst of the lightning and fire, Yang Ji didn't have time to think about it, so he pulled out the vajra puppet in his body, threw it into the void, and twisted his body into two powerful and dazzling vajra puppets.

"This ...... The Vajra puppet is unaffected by the rules of the underworld!"

It was at this time that Yang Jicai was pleasantly surprised to find that the two-headed Vajra puppets were completely unsuppressed by the power of heaven and earth here, and each of them was at the level of the sixfold martial arts.

"Boom!"

Yang Ji's surprise didn't last long, and the next moment, Yang Ji's big hand of death collided with the other party. At the same time, the wind was raging, and another torrent of violent evil qi came like a storm, and these evil qi slammed into the two Vajra puppets, making thousands of tinkling and tinkling sounds like cow hair needles colliding.

"What kind of mastery is this?"

Yang Ji was shocked. Only then did he realize that the flesh of this black-clothed guest was completely different from the people he had met. His blood and qi were not strands and strands, but blood and qi condensed, forming thousands, dense, and extremely destructive needle rain.

Yang Ji's Vajra puppet was hit by these blood and qi condensed needle rain, and countless white marks like raindrops actually rubbed out on it.

Seeing these white marks, Yang Ji gasped and finally understood what Wang Zhixin meant. It also understood why she was immediately seriously injured after only one slap in the face.

"This person's destructive power is the same as Wang Zhixin's, and it can't be guessed at all!"

Yang Ji was secretly frightened, there was such a vast amount of destructive cow hair and needle rain in his blood, if he was hit, he could imagine what the result would be.

"Look for death!"

A few feet away, the black-clothed man revealed his figure from the air, and his eyes stared at Yang Ji's murderous intent. This is the first time he has spoken since he made a move, and it is obvious that Yang Ji has done something bad to him twice, which has triggered his murderous intention.

It was only at this time that Yang Ji discovered that the black-clothed man had a black cloth covering his face, and his whole body was integrated with the dim underworld world, leaving only a cold gaze exposed.

"You're the one looking for death!"

A crisp voice came from behind, Wang Zhixun returned to her consciousness, opened her eyes, and jumped up from the ground. Although she couldn't believe it, Wang Zhixin found that she was really restored.

"Impossible!"

Seeing Wang Zhixin jumping up from the ground, the black-clothed guest opened his eyes wide, his body shook, and finally showed a shocked look. He knew the power of that palm, although his unique blood-breaking poison needle was shattered a lot by Wang Zhixun, it still successfully invaded her body, and the blood-breaking poison needle traveled through the blood and meridians of the whole body, destroying and controlling the vital points of her whole body.

Such an injury is insolable, even if the pill is swallowed in time, it can only heal the damage that has been caused, but cannot expel those poisonous needles that are as thin as cow's hair, extremely venomous, and wander all over the body.

"Yang Ji has something to ask you later, but for now, this person should be handed over to me!"

Wang Zhixin glanced at Yang Ji deeply, and then turned his head to look at the black-clothed guest opposite:

"You're from Taifang, right? I thought she was just a woman who couldn't think about it, and it would be fine after a while. After all, there are some things that can't be forced. I didn't expect her to send you to follow up on the underworld to plot against me. You were the one who attracted the Flying Yaksha before, right?"

"What?"

Hearing this, Yang Ji's pupils shrank, and then he looked at the black-clothed guest, his eyes were completely different. The two of them were attacked by the Flying Yaksha before, Wang Zhixun said that the Flying Yaksha generally does not act at this time, and Yang Ji didn't care, he just thought it was an accident.

Listening to Wang Zhixun's meaning now, is this not the case at all?

"Could it be that those Flying Yaksha weren't attracted by our Hades Wind Lantern at all?"

An electric light flashed in Yang Ji's mind, and he felt unbelievable, but thinking that this black-clothed guest could actually know their route in advance and sneak attack and ambush them here, it was not so unbelievable.

Yang Ji didn't know how he did this. However, there is one thing that Yang Ji can basically deduce, this black-clothed lacker's understanding of the underworld is probably still above Wang Zhixun!R1152