Gui Jia's eyes were wide open, and he couldn't believe until his death that this young man pretending to be a ghost traveler could kill him so easily.
Wu Zong's body is invulnerable and extremely hard. Combined with the majestic blood energy, it is just like a sword. Although it is difficult to say whether it can penetrate other people's Wu Zong bodies.
But for a top general like Gui Jia, it is simply not easy!
After being promoted in martial arts, he also gained the "fine and subtle" perception ability that is only available to the eighth major martial arts masters. When dealing with such a peak military commander, Yang Ji was like slaughtering chickens and killing dogs.
"Bang bang bang!"
Suddenly, three loud shouts were heard in succession. The bodies of more than a dozen maids and servants were thrown next door, but they didn't know when they crawled into the room.
Seeing the corpses of these maids and servants, Yang Ji also changed his expression slightly. After dealing with warriors from the Ghost Mansion in Wanfenling, Yang Ji was no stranger to this kind of corpse explosion technique.
Yang Ji knew very well that this kind of corpse explosion technique did not threaten Wu Zong at all. He just couldn't tolerate these evil warriors using the corpses of ordinary people as warriors.
Bang bang bang!!
The opponent's timing was just right. In just an instant, more than a dozen corpses exploded one after another. Countless bones, flesh, blood, and internal organs exploded into the tiniest pieces in an instant, and thousands of them fiercely attacked Yang Ji.
"Buzz!"
A blood-red light expanded from Yang Ji's body. Yang Ji almost instantly raised his blood shield to block the pieces of flesh and blood foam.
"Boy, take your life!"
A shrill voice came from the top of the head. In the dark, it was like a thunder exploded above the head. Amidst the roar, the strong wind rolled back, and a destructive force hit the sky and the earth, and suddenly thundered from the top of Yang Ji's head.
Pressed down.
"Buzz!"
In the flash of lightning, a palm as white as jade emitted a faint light, and quietly emerged from the sleeve. It was raised above the head and blocked the blow at the critical moment.
"Boom!"
Amidst the fierce winds and earth-shaking loud noises, a destructive force shot out in all directions with Yang Ji and the middle-aged people at the center.
The chairs, mats, floor, ceiling, walls... all in the room were blown to pieces as if they were made of paper when touched by this force.
Above Yang Ji's head, a middle-aged man stood on his head, his right palm touching Yang Ji's, his eyes wide open in shock and fear.
With this blow, he launched an attack with all his strength, but hitting Yang Ji was like hitting an immovable mountain.
Yang Ji didn't even launch a counterattack. He only used passive defense to block his full-strength Wuzong-level blow. (To be continued)
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Chapter completed!