"Whew!—"

An ear-piercing scream came, Yang Ji raised his head, and saw that in mid-air, there were several more eagle-like figures. A body of evil spirit, full of cold, cruel, and dark flavors, was in front of the huge "evil spirit", fighting with Yi Xiantian and others.

"It's them!"

Yang Ji's heart sank. The deputy sect leader of the Tianyin Sect and the others went and returned, and cooperated with the huge "evil spirit" to attack several imperial court generals.

Crash Crash!

A huge roar, an earth-shattering shock, came from the battlefield, it was the sound of the Splitting God Heavy Crossbow. Yang Ji couldn't tell where the enemy was and where his own people were.

There was chaos on the battlefield.

Whoosh!

The surrounding scenery kept projecting into his mind, Yang Ji opened his bow and pulled arrows, trying to distinguish friend and foe in the shortest possible time, and at the same time find the opponent's deadly death hole, killing the enemy with one arrow.

The eyes are completely insufficient, and the only thing that can be relied on in this environment is their own martial arts instincts.

Yang Ji shot arrow after arrow, and with every arrow that flew out, a Tianyin Sect disciple would fall. In his sleeve, Xiao Ji flew out with a swish, shuttling on the ground. Before the Tianyin Sect disciples who pounced on Yang Ji could get close, they were bitten to death by Xiao Ji, and they fell to the ground one by one with convulsions.

One, two, three...... Nine, ten, eleven......

Yang Ji once again entered the poison pool, hunting the state of "highly poisonous golden toad". At this time, instinct replaces judgment and controls the body.

In his hands, the bow and arrow became a weapon of war. It consumes less blood and body, but the lethality of its swing is even more powerful than that of archery.

"Whew!"

Yang Ji's body spreads, turns, soars, and moves, like a ghost, and wherever he goes, he takes death wherever he goes, and does not stay in one position at all.

His body flew close to the ground, and when he got up again, he had another quiver in his hand. At the same time, the action of archery in his hands has not stopped at all.

All the movement seems to have been carefully conceived, and there is no superfluous movement. It's all about maximizing the kill.

"Whew!"

A black-clothed believer pounced on a court elite like a poisonous snake, but before he could get close, he was shot by Yang Ji with an arrow and fell down tremblingly.

In the other direction, two black-clothed believers attacked a sect disciple together, but the sharp roar passed, and each of them had an extra blood hole in their heads. Falling like a stake.

Yang Ji's arrows rained down, and he did his best to cover his own side's manpower.

"Stinky boy, you're looking for death!"

Suddenly, a cold voice came, accompanied by an unstoppable strength like a strong wind.

Yang Ji's heart sank. Don't think about it, cast the "Divine Hundred Miles Technique", and rush forward.

Bang!

The blood-red energy passed, and the explosion continued to the sky, and a famous imperial court elite horseman, including the black-clothed believers, were all blown to pieces, and there was a deep furrow more than ten zhang long on the ground. It was as if a great plough had plowed over the earth.

Yang Ji turned his head and looked at it suddenly. I saw that not far from the position he had just placed, a "Tianyin Sect Master" with cold eyes, as if he could freeze people's limbs and hundreds of bones, stepped on a dead corpse, looking at him with a calm face.

"Little Zhou Tian Martial Artist!"

Yang Ji's heart sank.

The aura on this person's body is not at all below the powerhouses of the level of Zhao Hua and Lin Qingyan, and he is obviously a powerhouse at the level of "Xiao Zhoutian".

The lethality of Yang Jifei's "archery technique" was too amazing, and it finally attracted the attention of these real masters of the Tianyin Sect.

"I can't imagine that I will face this kind of little Zhou Tian powerhouse again!"

There was a dark cloud between Yang Ji's eyebrows.

This is not the first time he has faced this terrifying "Xiao Zhoutian" powerhouse alone, and he still faced "Zhao Slip" last time.

At that time. Yang Ji couldn't even break his "blood shield".

"I wonder if I can break his blood shield now?"

Yang Ji's eyes flickered, and he secretly clenched the "Guquan Sword" in his hand, ready to sacrifice the four "Guquan Sword" on his back at any time, and move the "Immortal Back Sword" mastery.

His heart went up and down. If the timing is right, with the "Xiao Ji" who sees blood in the dark and seals his throat, he may not have no chance.

It's just that the strength of the powerhouse at the level of Xiao Zhou Tian is there, and this is destined to be a difficult battle. And once it fails. The price may come at death.

"Stinky boy, that's the end of it, get ready to take your life!"

The black-clothed little Zhou Tianqiang stepped over a dead corpse and stared at Yang Ji. It's exactly like looking at the dead.

"Boom!"

Without any warning, this black-clothed little Zhou Tian powerhouse suddenly turned into a pitch-black giant wave, and slammed into Yang Ji with the momentum of shattering the sky and the earth.

At this moment, the void roared, as if it was about to be torn apart.

Yang Ji's heart sank, and he pulled out the long sword in his hand with a bang, and at the same time, the four scabbards behind his back spit out swords, preparing to fight against the water, and use the "Immortal Back Sword" to seize the first line of life.

Rumble!

It's too late, it's too late!

At the moment when Yang Ji was about to make a move, a majestic and majestic figure suddenly broke into between Yang Ji and the Tianyin Sect's "Little Zhou Tian" powerhouse like a mountain.

"Ahh

Yang Ji was taken aback.

The figure that suddenly broke in was actually the "North Sea Giant" Ah Crossbow of the Beishan faction.

Bang!

When the majestic dark blood qi met the North Sea Giant, it was like hitting a heavy high wall, not only did it not shake away the North Sea Giant, but it shocked the martial arts five-fold "Little Zhou Tian" powerhouse back a few steps.

"Yang Ji, you go first! I'll deal with this person!"

The rough and majestic voice of the North Sea Giant echoed in Yang Ji's ears like thunder. His back was to Yang Ji, and his huge body contained an ocean of energy.

In just a few days, the North Sea Giant has undergone earth-shaking changes. If the giants of the North Sea in the past felt like a calm ocean, now this ocean is restless and alive.

"Giant Fist!"

The North Sea Giant let out a loud shout and threw a punch. His moves were extremely simple, but their power was incredible, and in the mighty wind, the void in front of him caved down, revealing a huge fist print.

It was Yang Ji who taught him the "Giant Fist Method".

This kind of simple boxing method like a crop handle, combined with the powerful strength and majestic blood of the North Sea Giant's talent, the power of the swing is not at all under the "martial arts" of the five layers of martial arts, but it is still surpassed.

"What a strong punch!"

The Tianyin Sect powerhouse on the opposite side felt a pang in his heart. In the face of the North Sea Giant's punch, he also had to temporarily avoid his edge. I only heard a boom, and behind him, seven or eight black-clothed believers couldn't dodge and exploded into meat foam one after another.

"Giants move mountains!"

The North Sea Giant missed a move, and in the blink of an eye, another move from the "Giant Fist Method" blasted out......

"He's finally done!"

Yang Ji glanced back a few times. Xin Wei nodded.

The current North Sea Giant is like an eye of the storm, a place that is difficult for any strong person on the battlefield to cross lightly.

This qiē is due to his own strength, not just his huge physique.

Call!

Yang Ji put aside the matter of the North Sea Giant, and flew out while bending his bow and arrows, away from the center of the storm. In the ear-piercing whistling. One black-clad believer after another fell.

"Boom!"

When Yang Ji shot the long arrow again, all of a sudden, a cold light flashed in the oblique brake, and a sword aura was superb, cutting off Yang Ji's long arrow.

It was like a basin of cold water poured down suddenly, and Yang Ji suddenly quieted down.

Since hunting the "Poisonous Golden Toad", his archery skills have reached a kind of supernatural realm. It's easy to hit his long arrow in a quick flight.

This. It's no easier than him slashing through the left and right eyes of the "Blood Crow" with an arrow.

There is only one person who has this kind of skill, among the people he has come into contact with.

"Meng Shen thistle!"

Yang Ji looked at the figure in the crowd, his pupils contracted, and he spit out these three words fiercely.

"Yang Ji, you are really the kind of trouble that has to be eliminated. ”

Meng Shenji had a meaningful smile on the corner of his mouth, as if he was strolling leisurely, and walked towards Yang Ji through the crowd on both sides.

The battlefield was noisy. But what was very strange was that Yang Ji clearly heard Meng Shenji's voice.

The same applies to you. ”

Yang Ji said coldly, and also stepped over the corpses in front of him, stepped on the scarlet sand, and walked towards Meng Shenji.

"What, do you want to kill me for revenge?"

Meng Shenji smiled. didn't even look at it, and as soon as the long sword in his hand was stretched, he picked off a galloping big man and knocked him off his horse.

"As I said, I will definitely kill you to avenge Senior Brother Chen. ”

A look of bitterness flashed in Yang Ji's eyes.

"Haha. Chen Shien is your brother?"

Meng Shen Ji sneered.

"It's not. ”

Yang Ji shook his head.

"That's your best friend?"

The smile on Meng Shenji's face became even bigger.

"Not really. ”

Yang Ji shook his head again.

"Then he taught you martial arts?"

Meng Shenji said again.

"No, there isn't. ”

Yang Ji kept shaking his head, but his feet were unusually firm.

"He is not your brother, nor is he your best friend, nor has he passed on your martial arts...... , then what revenge do you have for him?"

Meng Shenji looked at Yang Ji like a fool.

"It is true that he is not my brother, nor is he my best friend, nor has he preached to me...... I may not even know him as well as you. ”

Yang Ji walked over step by step:

"However, in any case, he should not die at the hands of a capricious and despicable villain who betrays his sect and his fellow sects, and assassinates behind his back. Meng Shenji, you really shouldn't take advantage of his uprightness. You shouldn't have killed him behind his back when he was trying to save you. Even if you kill him face-to-face while he is seriously injured, I won't be as angry as I am now!"

Yang Ji's voice was very calm, calm without any waves. However, anyone who hears his voice can feel the determination in his heart to "kill and then hurry".

In the main altar of the Tianyin Sect, if there is a person who Yang Ji wants to kill even if he doesn't run away, that person is "Meng Shen Ji".

The wind howled, blowing across the battlefield, whining and whispering.

At some point, Meng Shenji stopped. The smile on his face had vanished without a trace.

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