Four hundred and thirtieth IX final challenge (sixteen)
The stadium was immediately buzzing, and the crowd was as energetic as a shot of chicken blood. Everyone felt the invisible atmosphere. Obviously, Sima Shaozhen was going to issue a challenge to Yang Ji for a decisive victory!
The Eight-Armed Demon God is Yang Ji's strongest secret skill, but until now in the competition, Yang Ji has never used it. Sima Shaozhen asked Yang Ji to use the Eight-Armed Demon God, obviously to let him use his strongest strength to fight with
He decided to win.
"After testing for so long, these two perverted guys are finally going to show off!"
"The situation seems to be unfavorable to Yang Ji. Sima Shaozhen can basically suppress Yang Ji without using the bronze blood weapon. If he uses the bronze blood weapon, I'm afraid Yang Ji is no match at all!"
"Whether a miracle can happen and Yang Ji defeats Sima Shaozhen depends on this last round!"
"If it fails, we can only look at Wei Boyang. Among these three people, I don't know who is the real Wu Jieyuan!"
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Under the ring, the crowd's eyes were sharp and their hearts were filled with excitement. Every Wu Jieyuan battle is always the most anticipated, and everyone has been looking forward to this match between Yang Ji and Sima Shaozhen for too long.
"Senior Brother Yang, come on!"
"Senior Brother Yang, you can definitely do it!"
"Defeat Sima Shaozhen!"
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In the crowd, several disciples of the Iron Crown Sect who felt something were flushed with excitement, waving their arms, jumping and shouting vigorously, with a look of forgetfulness.
No matter what other people think, as disciples of the Iron Crown Sect, they will always have confidence in Yang Ji.
"Humph, a bunch of frogs in a well!"
In the other direction, I heard the shouts of the disciples of the Iron Crown Sect. Several disciples of Heishuiya rolled their eyes and had no good expressions. The big plan of Heishuiya was destroyed in the hands of Yang Ji. All the disciples of Heishuiya Yang
Ji would have been better off being slapped to death by Sima Shaozhen. He was naturally not happy to hear such a sound.
"Senior brother, would you like to go over and give those boys a taste?"
A disciple of Heishuiya looked ahead with a sad look. Compared to Heishuiya, the Iron Crown Sect was like an ant.
If the imperial court didn't have rules to protect these small registered sects, Heishuiya could easily deal with them without even breaking a muscle.
"Don't mess around, King Taiyuan is here, just threaten them."
Zhang Daoyi said calmly and glanced in the direction of King Taiyuan.
Zhang Daoyi, and even Heishui Cliff as a whole, has never been a magnanimous leader. He lost to Yang Ji in the competition, and several Iron Crown Sect disciples had already made him irritable and unhappy.
However, the Martial Palace is different from other places. Fighting in the ring is allowed, but it is absolutely not allowed in the ring. Zhang Daoyi still knows this point.
"Hey, don't worry, senior brother, we know what to do."
Several Black Water Cliff disciples said hehey, turned around and left, walking in the direction of several Iron Crown Sect disciples...
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No matter how loud the crowd was in the audience, it could not be heard in the arena. The barrier of the competition filtered all the sounds.
"... If there is a magical weapon and I don't use it, wouldn't it be the same as not having it? Moreover, if we keep testing like this, do you think we can decide the winner?"
Sima Shaozhen said with a faint smile. He will never lose his grace.
"Buzz!"
When he said this, Sima Shaozhen stretched out his left hand, raised it high, and pointed an index finger directly at the sky above his head. Hum, the air vibrated, and countless ripples appeared. Among the ripples, blood energy surged, and a bright blood-colored light appeared.
The ball flew out from Sima Shaozhen's index finger and bounced into the sky.
The blood ball rose into the air and turned into a fist-sized, agate-like square seal. Behind the square seal, the void twisted, and a huge sickle as dark red as blood appeared.
"Boom!"
There seemed to be a flash of thunder in the void, and as soon as the square seal appeared, the wind howled, and circles of rolling red clouds immediately spread out in all directions from Sima Shaozhen's head.
And Sima Shaozhen's body was also crackling. His aura was already very powerful, but at this moment, the tide was even higher. From the seventh level of martial arts, he directly crossed the bottleneck of the eighth level of martial arts, reaching the realm of high-level great martial arts, infinitely approaching.
Zhang Pu had reached the peak of martial arts.
But what is different about Zhang Pu is that although Zhang Pu has reached the highest level of the Great Wuzong, his blood is mixed and impure, and his blood contains at least a dozen kinds of powers from different levels and realms.
This kind of mixed blood energy has no room for resistance in front of Yang Ji. All blood energy can be easily refined by the heart of the great Asura warrior, and can be transformed into the energy Yang Ji needs at will.
But Sima Shaozhen is different. His blood energy is as pure as fine iron, and his foundation is much more stable than Zhang Pu. And unlike Zhang Pu, the blood energy and blood sickle in Sima Shaozhen's body are integrated and inseparable from each other.
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This makes Sima Shaozhen's blood energy unparalleled, as sharp as a sword. With the support of the "Blood Scythe" in its complete form, although Sima Shaozhen is bare-handed, there are "weapons" everywhere in his body.
That bright red blood energy is like a sword, it is his best blood energy.
"Haha, Yang Ji, how about it?"
Sima Shaozhen held his right hand behind his back, his eyes were bright, and he laughed loudly. Against the background of the infinite blood energy and the blood scythe, Sima Shaozhen looked like a majestic god in his robes.
Around him, where the red clouds were shrouded, an invisible force of rules shrouded the void, twisting and cracking, with thousands of tiny cracks appearing.
These thousands of tiny cracks in space are shocking just to look at them. If you were caught in them, you would undoubtedly be chopped into pieces.
"...The Blood Scythe is a killing weapon on the battlefield. The greatest killing is the priority in everything, and no mercy is spared. Once it is sacrificed, it will either die or be injured. There is no way out, and even I can't control it."
"Yang Ji, think about it. If you quit now, it's still too late!"
The strong wind roared, and Sima Shaozhen's voice came out from the rolling red clouds. Around him, the blood color became thicker and thicker, and the strong smell of blood was already revealed in the void. There were waves of killings in the depths of time and space, and there were endless waves.
The phantom of corpses appears in the red clouds.
It's just that something seems to be suppressing them, making the killing sounds in the void seem to be absent, but they haven't fully erupted yet.
Obviously, Sima Shaozhen is suppressing the power of this magical weapon. The Blood Scythe is an extremely vicious weapon, with extraordinary lethality and its ability to attack with difficulty. It is famous even in the military!
Sima Shaozhen admired Yang Ji very much, and tried to recruit this potential opponent for the family. Therefore, he did not want to rashly inflict irreparable serious injuries on him, so as to leave some room for the two of them to make a difference.
The current rebuttal can be regarded as the last ultimatum to Yang Ji!
It would be better if Yang Ji could join the Sima Family, or quit this game and admit defeat. If he still persists in his stubbornness, then he can't be blamed.
Yang Ji looked across the way, a strange color flashing in his eyes.
Not to mention anything else, Sima Shaozhen is really not comparable to ordinary people in terms of his mind and bearing. He shows the style of a big family in every aspect. In other places, there is no conflict of interest. Yang Ji really doesn't mind making friends with him.
However, the martial arts examination is no small matter, and the first place in Wu Jieyuan has extraordinary significance to Yang Ji. In any case, it is absolutely impossible for him to admit defeat, especially now!
It was quiet in the martial arts palace. Countless eyes gathered on the stage and on Yang Ji. No one spoke. Everyone understood that this was Sima Shaozhen's ultimatum.
Everyone is also waiting for Yang Ji's final choice!
Judging from the scene, speaking rationally, Yang Ji has actually lost. Sima Shaozhen holding a bronze blood magic weapon is definitely not something Yang Ji can resist.
"It seems Yang Ji is giving up!"
"It's not that he is too weak, but that Sima Shaozhen is too strong!"
"Sima Shaozhen, who holds the Blood Scythe in his hand, is simply not something he can handle. Even Wei Boyang is no match for him!"
"No surprise, the big winner of this martial arts examination is the Sima family of the northwest military!"
"The game is over!"
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The game did not reach a high level and seemed to be over. But no one thought it was because Yang Ji was too weak or something else.
It has nothing to do with strength. In terms of wealth, background, and abundant resources, Yang Ji is no match for the Sima family, an important family in the northwest. Without a backer and background, it is impossible for Yang Ji to compete with Sima Shaozhen in magic weapons.
The "Blood Scythe" on top of Sima Shaozhen's head, when he only used part of his abilities, emitted half-moon blood arcs with breaking power, which could easily tear apart the "Wuzong Body" of those geniuses at the same level.
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Now that the power is fully activated, if Yang Ji competes with him, it may not be as simple as being injured. Instead, there is a great chance that his life will be in danger.
This was also the reason why Sima Shaozhen gave him an ultimatum in advance, but it was not necessarily out of pure kindness!
It would be fine if Yang Ji had hope of defeating Sima Shaozhen, but if there was no hope, everyone asked themselves, perhaps the best choice for them would be to admit defeat in advance.
Although the momentum is a bit weak, it is better than risking one's life!
The arena was quiet, and Yang Ji's thinking time was far shorter than everyone imagined.
"No need!"
Suddenly, Yang Ji raised his head and smiled slightly:
"I want a fish, I want a bear's paw. I also want Wu Jieyuan's position!"
This explanation was crisp and clear, unbelievable. There was an uproar in the arena, but Sima Shaozhen didn't seem to be surprised.
A person like Yang Ji has climbed up all the way and gone through a lot of hardships. He has defeated countless powerful children from aristocratic families before finally reaching this point.
How is it possible to make him give up at this time? It would be impossible for him to change himself.
When Sima Shaozhen said that, he did not consider that Yang Ji might take the initiative to admit defeat.
"You can't blame me then!"
The corners of Sima Shaozhen's mouth turned up, revealing a smile that showed insight and confidence. Before he finished his voice, he stretched out his left hand, flexed and flicked his index finger, and instantly released the suppression of the Blood Scythe! (To be continued.)