The positions of the two people are changing all the time. They are in front of each other, behind each other, left and right. Yang Ji can feel that the senior brother is trying to bypass the invisible barrier established by the "Hand of Death" and forcefully bully him to come close to him in order to try.
Use that kind of fierce punching power.
It’s just that Yang Ji never let him succeed. This is a competition with skills!
Yang Ji is not as powerful as his "elder brother" in the movement of blood energy, but his actual combat experience and grasp of timing are not at all inferior to his "elder brother".
"Dingyinyin!"
Yang Ji made a move with his palm and suddenly released eighteen flying swords. These flying swords flashed with cold light. As soon as they appeared, they roared out like a swarm of sharks in the deep sea. They were densely packed and covered their heads and faces towards the "elder brother".
Shoot away.
There was a roar, strong winds, and a shock that shook all Yang Ji's eighteen flying swords away. There seemed to be a layer of copper and iron walls within six feet of "Elder Brother", invisible but real.
Yang Ji's flying sword was completely unable to get close to this violent force!
"It's useless, your flying sword can't deal with me!"
The senior brother's voice came from the storm, buzzing, constantly disrupted by the strong wind:
"Your strength is only between the two. Your flying sword can deal with others, but it can never deal with me!"
The senior brother's body was looming in the billowing dust mist, and his cold voice naturally revealed a message about his own strength.
Boom, before the voice fell, as if he had made some kind of determination, the eldest brother's aura changed. He raised his left foot and stamped it hard on the ground beside him as if it was a huge weight.
Just hearing a roar, the atmosphere within a ten-foot radius suddenly changed. The air became more than ten times more violent like a wild horse that escaped from the frontier. (To be continued.)
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Chapter completed!