This kind of change is limited by the bottleneck of the eight-armed demon god, and the consumption of strength is too much, and once it exceeds a certain critical point, it will be completely separated.

And without the help of the eight-armed demon god, fighting alone, with his own strength, the middle-aged man asked himself that he was not Yang Ji's opponent at all.

This was already evident in the previous hand-to-hand fights in the room.

"What kind of ability is this, and why does he seem to be able to predict my attack every time?"

The eight-armed demon god became more and more irritable in his heart, this situation was something he had not expected before the war. Not only now, since stepping into the martial arts and joining the Ghost Mansion, the eight-armed demon god has never encountered this state.

The opponent, who seemed to be young, seemed to be able to anticipate his every move and restrained him to death. He tried to confuse the other party with some virtual and real actions, but it was useless, and the other party was not confused at all.

It was as clear as if he was thinking in his heart.

"Boom!"

The weapons in the eight arms sneered and roared, each of which turned into a small storm of destruction, blasting towards Yang Ji with astonishing power.

However, as soon as the light flashed, before the eight-armed demon god could react, he found that Yang Ji cut into his eight arms from the oblique position, at an extremely tricky angle, and punched him.

"Look for death!"

The eight-armed demon god was furious, and he didn't want to think about it, so he forcibly resisted Yang Ji's attack, and the beryllium, saw, wheel, and knife grabbed in the four arms on the right side cut towards Yang Ji up and down like lightning.

"Whew!"

With a flash of light, Yang Ji made another move, retreating ahead of time before his backhand attack. A reverse turn, changing hands is a palm on his back.

This palm was extremely heavy, and the eight-armed demon god felt as if he had been hit by a mountain. Rao is an eight-armed demon god's body is comparable to steel, and he can resist powerful attacks, but he was also knocked to the ground.

A violent Yang Zhigang blood qi blasted into his body, and the eight-armed demon god was uncomfortable, and the energy in his body was weakened by another point.

After fighting for so long, he didn't even touch the corner of Yang Ji's clothes, which made the eight-armed demon god even more irritable.

"Stinky boy, is this the only thing you can do? Do you dare to have a frontal battle with Mai Mang?"

The eight-armed demon god roared.

There had never been a war that made him feel so uncomfortable, he was not lacking in strength, but the other party was as slippery as a loach, and he couldn't catch it.

"Hahaha, isn't the evil way the most particular about bullying the few, attacking and assassinating, and conspiracing? When did you start paying attention to the frontal battle against Mai Mang?"

Yang Ji's long hair flew and he laughed. He looked confident and determined, as if everything was under his control. Yang Ji was not in a hurry to defeat this Ghost Mansion helmsman.

The eight-armed demon god was very powerful, and for Yang Ji, this was an extremely high chance for Shi Yàn's own subtle super perception in battle.

Perception is perception, actual combat is actual combat, which requires a run-in.

For Yang Ji, it was too dangerous to really face an eightfold Great Martial Sect. And the strength is too low to play a role.

Only the special combat ability of a middle-aged man, whose strength has reached the level of the Great Martial Sect, but he lacks the "subtlety" of the Great Martial Sect, which is just the training stone for honing his skills.

So Yang Ji is not in a hurry, in fact, the longer the battle drags on, the better it will be for Yang Ji. Yang Ji didn't want the battle to end so quickly.

"Wang Badan!"

Hearing Yang Ji's words, the eight-armed demon god first became angry, and then became furious: "I'll kill you!"

Airplanes!

The weapon in the eight-armed demon god's hand shone brightly, and his breath suddenly soared for a few breaths. The next moment, as if he had made up his mind, the eight-armed demon god released his palm, and the eight-handled weapon in his hand vibrated and suddenly came out of his hand.

Woohoo!

Eight weapons burst out of the air with a heart-palpitating roar, forcibly blocking Yang Ji's sixteen sword weapons and the ghost king incarnation behind him.

The eight-armed demon god with his free palm turned into a whistling hurricane, with heavy afterimages, rushing towards Yang Ji, a distance of several zhang swept out, and the eight-armed demon god appeared in front of Yang Ji almost out of thin air at the same time, and the eight arms waved in unison, smashing towards Yang Ji with the speed of thunder.

This outbreak came suddenly. Even Yang Ji was slightly surprised, not because he attacked unexpectedly, but because he was surprised that his weapon could be used like a flying sword.

"It turns out that this method is very labor-intensive......"

Yang Ji only glanced at it a few times and immediately laughed. The eight-armed demon god weapons flew together, and each one looked like the sky was shattering, although it looked spectacular, but it was actually a great burden on the blood.

Two fists are hard to beat four hands, and there are not many heroes fighting.

This kind of back move was supposed to be placed on attacking the opponent, but in order to resist his own impenetrable attack, the eight-armed demon god had to use this kind of trick to parry Yang Ji's flying sword, so that he could free up eight punches to concentrate on dealing with Yang Ji.

"The power of the move is good, but unfortunately, the opportunity has been missed now. ”

Yang Ji glanced at the eight-armed demon god and laughed in his heart.

After the flying sword, the incarnation of the ghost king, and his own triple attack, constantly grinding and consuming, the aura on the eight-armed demon god has weakened a lot. Compared with Yang Ji, it is not much stronger.

However, the eight-armed demon god was eager to eliminate the enemy, and he himself was not aware of these changes.

"Well, if you want to fight me head-on, I'll do you!"

Yang Ji's voice echoed in the void, but Yang Ji's figure had long since disappeared.

Rumble!

As soon as the sky darkened, like a huge curtain covering the top, before the eight-armed demon god could react, a white jade immediately appeared in his eyes from small to large.

Despite its exquisiteness, the power it possesses is incredibly powerful.

Rumble!

The light flashed, and the eight-armed demon god didn't even know how Yang Ji had passed through his defenses, so he was condescending by this fist and slammed it on the front door.

The power of this punch was so great that it almost concentrated all of Yang Ji's strength. The moment the fist hit the ground, the eight-armed demon god even felt that it was not a fist that hit him, but an incomparably heavy mountain.

Rao is eight-armed demon god is a steel body, not a mortal body, after receiving this punch, his head and eyes are dizzy, his eyes are black, and his body is staggering.

Rumble!

Without the slightest interval, almost as the eight-armed demon god staggered back, Yang Ji's second punch passed through the eight-armed demon god's arm from incredible agility and speed, and bombarded his chest.

Immediately after, when the eight-armed demon god was in a state of confusion, the third hit hit the eight-armed demon god in the abdomen. A heavy punch, as dense as a drumbeat, the eight-armed demon god hadn't even swung out his fist, but Yang Ji had already grabbed the gap and gave him a heavy blow.

"Ahh

The three fists exploded, the air exploded, and the eight-armed demon god seemed to be hit by an invisible mountain, and it was blasted out fiercely. A bloody light fell straight down from the sky, and the eight-armed demon god had just flown out upside down when he was smashed to the ground by the bloodthirsty sword that fell from the sky.

Boom, the ground collapsed, dirt flew, smoke billowed.

-- In terms of combat skills, there is a big difference between the nuanced strong and the non-nuanced strong!

In a battle, the eight-armed demon god was toyed with by Yang Ji, and he was completely chilled. He had a strong strength, and he was forced to be held in the air by Yang Ji, and he did not implement a single punch.

Such a fight simply cannot continue, and it will not help to fight any longer.

Shout!

The eight bronze weapons that were fighting fiercely with Yang Ji's eighteen sword weapons suddenly shot back dozens of zhang away. In the billowing smoke and dust, a figure shot out.

"Yang Ji, I won't let you go. You wait for the revenge of our ghost mansion!"

The middle-aged man regained his original appearance, holding a scroll of colorful scriptures and paintings in his hand. Eight bronze weapons flew in, the middle-aged man didn't turn his head, grabbed the scripture painting in his hand, shook it behind him, collected the eight weapons, and shot away outside the alley of the same city.

In his left hand, he was still holding the bronze **, and in the sizzling and sharp whistling, a storm was puffed up. It was with the help of this storm that the middle-aged man rushed out of the city.

The Black Wind Wheel, this is a weapon of the eight-armed demon god, once destroyed, it can greatly increase its speed. The middle-aged man calculated in his heart that with this black wind wheel, he completely possessed a speed comparable to that of the Great Martial Sect, and it was impossible for Yang Ji to catch up with him.

At least not until he left Langya County.

As long as he leaves Langya County, Yang Ji can't help him at all.

"Hey, the abacus is playing pretty well......"

The black wind wheel in the middle-aged man's hand, Yang Ji could see it clearly. However, he stood in the courtyard, watching the middle-aged man climb over the courtyard wall in an instant, and he didn't even chase after him.

If it was a sect disciple of Yang Xuanlan and others, Yang Ji might really have no choice. But this kind of evil martial artist, no matter how fast he is, even if he is twice as fast, if Yang Ji wants to kill him, he can't escape.

"Buzz!"

Without the slightest hesitation, Yang Ji looked at the direction of the middle-aged man's escape, stretched out an index finger from his big sleeve, pointed at Yaoyao, and immediately activated his unique ability as a Confucian disciple:

"Little Sacred Words!"

The heavens shook and the earth shook, and in the depths of the firmament, a milky white pillar of light, which was masculine and strong, containing the most righteous and powerful power between heaven and earth, fell suddenly from the sky.

This milky white pillar of light was like a river, with a radius of several zhang long, and it was more than ten times more powerful than before.

"Boom!"

With a flash of light, the straight milky white pillar hit the middle-aged man in the distance almost instantly.

"Ahh

I only heard a terrible scream, and the white light between the heavens and the earth was filled, as bright as day. In the blinding white light, a figure was faintly seen falling from the sky, falling into the dust, motionless.

The white light that filled the heavens and the earth did not last, and quickly disappeared. The silence of heaven and earth was once again as dead as it had been, except that the sky seemed darker than before. R1152