Looking up at Yang Ji's violent attack, the two great warriors of the Evil God Sect changed their expressions slightly at the same time. If it were before, the two of them would never be afraid of Yang Ji.
However, after fighting against Yang Ji, the two of them already understood deeply that whether it was strength or magical weapons, the young man in front of them was unmatched by any opponent they had encountered before.
The thin master of the Evil God Cult who fell on the ground fully demonstrated the terrifying nature of Yang Ji.
"Step aside!"
Suddenly, the sky and the earth shook, and a majestic and domineering voice came from Xu Chali. The voice revealed surging power, and it seemed that the whole world was shaking at his voice.
"Dharma protector!"
Although they haven't seen it yet, the moment they heard the sound, the two masters of the Evil God Cult were ecstatic at the same time. Almost without thinking, they stretched out their left feet, stepped on the ground, and backed out at the same time.
"Buzz!"
Just as the two people exited, the sky darkened, and a huge red iron fist, like the palm of a god, penetrated the void and suddenly came down from the sky.
At the same time as the iron fist appeared, Yang Ji felt a strange feeling in his heart. It was as if what he saw in front of him was not an iron fist, but a rising "sun" that illuminated all things!
"careful!"
The hysterical shouting of Great Asura suddenly came to mind. At the moment he spoke, the "rising sun" in Yang Ji's consciousness suddenly grew a hundred times faster, emitting a majestic and terrifying aura like mountains and seas.
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But in the blink of an eye, a strong sense of danger suddenly arose in Yang Ji's heart, as if a disaster was imminent, and as if he was in danger.
"Dawu Zun!"
Yang Ji's eyelids were twitching wildly, and his heart was pounding. Yang Ji never expected that behind these eighth-level great martial masters, there was actually a ninth-level great martial master hiding behind. (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!