Four hundred and thirtieth chapters final challenge (ten)
The top strong men all have their own thoughts and cannot be someone else's puppet. Although Prince Taiyuan is the father of Princess Chaoyang and the father-in-law of Yang Xuanlan, this does not mean that he is completely controlled by his children and does not have his own
thought of.
If Yang Ji can conquer Prince Taiyuan with his performance and gain his appreciation, it will definitely be beneficial to Yang Ji's future.
The Great Asura has always been hidden in Yang Ji's mind, and he is very clear about his worries. Although this is a joke, it may not be a bad idea.
There was a buzz in the martial arts hall, and people were still immersed in the joy and excitement of the arrival of Prince Taiyuan. Yang Ji took a look and found that the examiner from the Imperial City had already boarded the arena on the other side, looking up in all directions:
"Okay! King Taiyuan is just here to watch the competition. All the competitions in the martial arts examination are normal. You don't have to be formal and don't care too much. The competition is the most important thing!"
After that, he signaled the martial arts examiner on the other side with his eyes. The latter understood and stretched out a hand to wave towards the inside of the ring.
clang!
Soon, a melodious sound of bells and chimes sounded throughout the martial arts hall:
"Game start!"
"Buzz!"
Following the melodious sound of the bell, there seemed to be an invisible magic power in the void. In an instant, the atmosphere in the entire martial arts hall suddenly became tense, moving from King Taiyuan to the two people on the ring.
"Senior Brother Yang! Come on!"
A burst of piercing shouts pierced the void. It was the brothers of the Iron Crown Sect who were waving their fists and couldn't help but shout for Yang Ji.
"Yang Ji, come on!"
"Sima Shaozhen, come on!"
…
Several disciples of the Iron Crown Sect instantly set off the crowd, and everyone started shouting. Their faces were red and their blood was boiling as they shouted for the idol they supported.
"It finally begins!"
Yang Ji quickly retracted his gaze, took a deep breath, and cast his gaze deep into Sima Shaozhen opposite. Although there was a lot of people outside the arena, there was silence inside, like another world.
Although the surroundings were empty, Yang Ji felt an invisible pressure. This pressure came not only from Sima Shaozhen on the opposite side, but also from deep in Yang Ji's heart.
Yang Ji cannot afford to lose this game.
"Why, don't you take action first?"
Not far away, Sima Shaozhen stood tall, looking at Yang Ji, half-smiling but not smiling, and made a gesture of invitation. He was graceful and elegant, and everyone could feel the power in him from the inside out.
the breath.
Hum, Yang Ji didn't dare to be careless. The sword light flashed, and first he released eighteen rainbow-like sword lights. It floated over Yang Ji's head like an invisible fan over and over again. The light on the sword tip was hesitant,
The target is facing Sima Shaozhen not far away, exuding an invincible aura!
"Not bad! All of the eighteen swords have the power to break the Gang. Although they are still at the most basic level, they are already quite good. Moreover, they can multi-task and control eighteen swords at the same time. This is
You don't even have Jian Wujiu. It's quite remarkable that there is a swordsman like you outside the Hidden Sword Palace. Your mental power must be quite strong!"
Sima Shaozhen's long sleeves were fluttering. His left hand was clasped behind his back, and a finger of his right hand was stretched out. He pointed at the eighteen magnificent swords in the void. He behaved in a chic and calm manner. He did not look like a strong rival to fight for Wu Jieyuan, but rather
Just like cherishing each other with friends, talking about swordsmanship, and making friends through martial arts.
Yang Ji's heart shivered slightly. He had used this skill not once or twice. This was the first time that Sima Shaozhen had revealed that he was multi-tasking and had huge mental power.
"Young Master Sima has a lot of leisure and ambition. I heard that the Blood Scythe of the Northwest Army is unique in the world and is extremely powerful. I don't know if I have such an honor to be able to meet him."
Yang Jidao.
"Why not?"
Unexpectedly, Sima Shaozhen smiled slightly, and his right hand, as white as jade and as soft as boneless, came out of the wide sleeve robe. Five batches were gently opened, and a bright red blood cell was dazzling, like a small bloody sun.
It usually appears in the palm of Sima Shaozhen.
A faint blood mist immediately filled the void, and Yang Ji smelled a strong smell of blood in his nose. It was not the smell that could be emitted by the death of one or two people, but thousands and thousands of endless Shura blood fields.
The smell of blood can only be smelled.
On the opposite side, against the backdrop of the blood mist, Sima Shaozhen's figure immediately became blurry. His facial features and figure could not be seen clearly, and only a vague shadow outline could be seen.
In Yang Ji's feeling, the aura all over Sima Shaozhen's body also changed completely. A majestic killing and murderous aura emanated from his body like a tide.
Standing in the blood mist, the image of the courteous and courteous young man disappeared, replaced by a decisive and decisive battlefield "Killing God"!
Looking at the opposite side, Yang Ji seemed to hear the sound of horns one after another, and the shouts of killing. There were endless shadows in front of him, the armor was clanging, holding high battle flags, and the canine teeth intertwined, fighting like a flood.
together.
"careful!"
The warning voice of the Great Asura came in his mind. At the same time, Yang Ji also felt defensive and vigilant in his heart:
"This Blood Scythe can affect people's spirits!"
People watching from the outside will not notice it and will only see the faint mist on the field. But only those who fight Sima Shaozhen tit for tat in the ring can feel the invisible power of the Blood Scythe that affects people's spirit and will!
"I actually don't like this ability very much. Now, you should know why I don't use the full form of the Blood Scythe, right?"
Sima Shaozhen's faint voice came from the blood mist. It was not arrogance or pretense. It was a kind of self-confidence as a strong man.
Those ordinary opponents don't need him to use this ability at all. But for those truly powerful opponents, Sima Shaozhen doesn't bother to use this ability.
A fair game is what he expects.
This is the confidence of a master!
"But it seems that I am overthinking it. Since you can resist Zhang Daoyi's power of impermanence, you can naturally resist my Blood Scythe."
Sima Shaozhen said calmly.
"You do have this qualification."
Yang Ji said calmly that he wanted to measure the reality of Sima Shaozhen's "Blood Scythe", but now, with the blood mist filling the air and the invisible murderous influence, his purpose was completely defeated.
"Oh, aren't you going to take action?"
Sima Shaozhen chuckled, but he still couldn't see his face clearly in the blood mist.
"Since you have already said so, I will be disrespectful."
Yang Ji did not give in. Sima Shaozhen's strength was obviously better than his own. He was confident and proud of his strength, but Yang Ji could not let go of this opportunity to test his opponent's strength.
By now, Sima Shaozhen and Wei Boyang had seen through almost all of his trump cards, but Yang Ji didn't understand them at all.
"boom!"
As soon as the voice fell, eighteen rays of sword light roared like thunder and lightning, flying down from the sky in the direction of Sima Shaozhen with lightning speed.
Although the two of them were gentle and courteous, and when they talked, they were like good friends they hadn't seen for many years. But when it was time to take action, Yang Jiyuan was unambiguous.
The eighteen rays of sword light exerted all their strength and showed no mercy.
Although this move was just a test, it fully demonstrated all the cultivation skills of Yang Ji's sword. Combined with the primary sword-breaking power, it has great power.
If Sima Shaozhen is a little negligent or overconfident, the result will definitely be a big "surprise" for him!
Bang bang bang!
In the blood mist, a blood-red shadow stood. Sima Shaozhen remained motionless, with his head raised to the sky. At the same time, he stretched out his hands and waved left and right, bang, bang, bang! I saw half-moon-shaped arcs of light in the blood mist.
Break through the air and ascend.
These half-moon shaped arcs are extremely sharp and extremely precise. Each arc blade as thin as a piece of paper hits the tip of a sword with incomparable accuracy.
Eighteen arcs of light blocked eighteen sword lights, and the huge power contained in the light, clanging, clanging, knocked away all of Yang Ji's eighteen swords, showing an extremely brilliant move.
Martial arts attainments.
"Boom!"
At this moment, at that moment, just when Sima Shaozhen easily repelled Yang Ji's eighteen rays of sword light with a snap of his fingers, a sudden change occurred, and the thick blood mist suddenly spread out, revealing a dark red sword.
The weapon flew out of Yang Ji's hand like a snake, passing through many spaces in an instant, and pierced Sima Shaozhen's chest like a bolt of lightning.
This sword was completely different from Yang Ji's previous Eighteen Kendo swords. The power contained in the dark red sword was unparalleled, exuding a strong aura of destruction.
The sword light passed through the void, and even made bursts of rolling sounds of wind and thunder, giving people the feeling that the sky was shattering and the earth was shattering, as if even a mountain could easily collapse.
What's even more wonderful is that the timing of this sword choice is just perfect. It was precisely Sima Shaozhen's mind that was attracted by the eighteen rays of sword light, and the blood arcs continued. After the eighteen blood arcs, a sword appeared in the blood.
When there is a tiny gap.
This tiny gap is not considered a flaw at all, but for a strong man like Sima Shaozhen, it is not considered a flaw at all.
No one has ever been able to take advantage of this flaw in him, which is not a flaw!
But Yang Ji did it!
This was the first time this happened, and even Sima Shaozhen was shocked.
"boom!"
The bloodthirsty sword grazed Sima Shaozhen's shoulder, flew out, and struck the rainbow light behind him with a loud bang, erupting into a violent shock wave that shook the entire hall.
"I underestimated you. I didn't expect that you still have a nineteenth sword!"
A few feet away, Sima Shaozhen appeared at the edge of the ring, his voice was faint, and Xin Chang's body was still only a silhouette in the blood mist.
There were exclaims all around. This was the first time for everyone to see Sima Shaozhen display his superb Qinggong, and it was not inferior to Zhao Youhuai at all.
During the martial arts examination, Sima Shaozhen once fought against Zhao Youhuai. At that time, Sima Shaozhen responded to the ever-changing changes by staying the same, coming from behind and arriving first. With the arc power of the Blood Scythe, he could reach far and control the entire field.
, restrained Zhao Youhuai to death. (To be continued.)