There was silence in the void, and time seemed to have stopped between the two of them.
The huge snow ape opened its pair of fierce eyes and glared at Yang Ji fiercely, with a look on its face that was ready to move. But without Zhao Youhuai's fate, it did not dare to move at all.
Youda's martial arts hall was quiet. Everyone was attracted by the battle on the ring. They couldn't help but hold their breath, for fear of disturbing the battle above.
No one knew what was going on in the battle above, or how it was? It was even impossible to tell who had taken advantage of the fight between the two.
"Tick!"
Finally, a sound of dripping broke the silence. The sound came from Zhao Youhuai's feet, and particles of blood-red, fine sand were scattered around him.
"Look at his hands!"
I don't know who shouted. In an instant, eyes were as dense as rain, gathering on Zhao Youhuai's hand from all directions. At this moment, everyone could see clearly, Zhao Youhuai's iron fist, which was as white as jade, was crisscrossed with blood red streaks, and it looked extremely...
Terrible.
That's a sword wound!
Yang Ji's swords were so sharp that when he wielded eighteen swords, Yang Ji even destroyed all his blood energy. Those Wuzong-level flying swords were just that, but the swords at the Wuzong level of the eighth major martial arts were more powerful than Yang Ji's.
Under the guidance of Ji Jin's strength, he was even more powerful than a tiger. Even Zhao Youhuai couldn't resist it.
If it weren't for the blood energy explosion and resistance, Zhao Youhuai's iron fists would have been almost cut off.
Chapter completed!