These evil spirits, yakshas, ​​and rakshasas alone cannot kill them. Yang Ji knows very well that the other party's purpose is to stop them and prevent them from leaving.
At least slow them down.
"Go, go quickly! Don't stop. He is already in a hurry. Don't let him hold you back."
Yang Ji said in a deep voice.
Boom, the blood furnace in Yang Ji's body roared, the sound was rolling like thunder, and the already high speed increased again at this time.
There is a price to pay for driving such a large range of evil spirits, yakshas, ​​and rakshasas.
Yang Ji was sure that he must have consumed a lot of evil energy.
"Boom!"
The two people formed two straight lines and shot away. There was still a certain distance before the group of underworld creatures rushed over, and the two people still had enough time to adjust their strategies.
This is no longer a competition of strength and strength, but a comparison of resourcefulness and calculation.
Rumbling, the earth shook, and beasts galloped. The distance was getting closer and closer. Under the dim sky, Yang Ji could even see the exposed white teeth of the black-skinned Rakshasa at the front.
Keng!
The sword was unsheathed, and the nine-handled Yellow Dragon Sword shone with light, bursting out of the sky like a dragon, scattered in the void in all directions of Yang Ji, moving forward with him.
With a boom, nine shrill cold lights passed through the void. In an instant, the heads of rows of evil ghosts, yakshas, ​​and rakshasas flew up and fell to the ground.
Yang Ji's blood energy attribute may not be as versatile as Wang Zhiyong and the black-clothed assassin, and how fierce and terrifying. But in terms of the control and flexibility of the sword energy, even Wang Zhiyun and the black-clothed assassin are not as good as each other.
Rows of evil spirits, yakshas, ​​and rakshasas were all cut off between the joints of their cervical vertebrae. No matter how powerful these underworld creatures are, no matter how powerful they are in a familiar environment, with Yang Ji's accuracy,
A sword like a surgical scalpel is useless for a hero.
"Buzz!"
Yang Ji's body swayed, bringing up a stream of afterimages, and cut into it along the gap created by the sword energy. When he reached the end, he stepped on his feet, and with a roar, he flew up like a flying bird. After crossing more than ten feet, he stepped forward with his feet.
Stepping on it, it continued to fly away like a swift arrow.
His movements were smooth, and a series of actions flowed smoothly without any stagnation, as if they had been calculated countless times in advance.
——These densely packed evil ghosts, yakshas, ​​and rakshasas couldn't stop him at all.
On the other side, Wang Zhiyong's speed was equally fast. Yang Ji couldn't see her movements clearly, but he noticed that wherever she passed, swarms of evil spirits, yakshas, ​​and rakshasas fell like clay sculptures.
"Yang Ji, watch your step. Be careful of him getting mixed up with the evil ghosts."
Wang Zhiyong said loudly.
"I know, senior sister, you should be more careful."
Yang Jidao. Seven or eight yakshas and rakshasas bent their legs and flew over. Before the people arrived, the evil spirits in their mouths came rolling in.
"The immortal changes his shadow!"
Yang Ji flashed and moved more than ten feet in an instant to avoid the attack and at the same time narrowed the distance between him and Wang Zhiyong. Within this distance, the two of them were watching each other, and the black-clothed assassin would have no chance at all.
Fighting all the way, the two of them did not stop. After several thousand feet, the two of them reached the top of the first mountain in an instant. During this period, the assassin in black did not appear at all, but the underworld creatures that rushed around became more ferocious.
, and it is even more intense. (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster!
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Chapter completed!