Four hundred and fortieth chapters final challenge (twenty-two)
"Sima Shaozhen, take my move too!"
In the midst of the flash of light and stone, Yang Ji's "immortal shadow change" dodges the blow with a slight difference and appears ten feet away. He raises his left hand and shakes it in circles in the air. Whoosh! In an instant, ten feet.
Eight flying swords roared out.
In these eighteen swords, Yang Ji infused the power of the "Magma Crocodile", which is far more powerful than before. Moreover, the swords are also blessed with the "Power of Magma" from the crocodile-shaped giant beast.
, wherever the eighteen swords passed, the air turned into magma, blazing flames burst out, and turned into torrents of magma.
With the blessing of these magma torrents, Yang Ji's eighteen sword lights were as ethereal and agile as before, but they had an added flavor that was as thick as a mountain and incomparable.
"Boom!"
Eighteen rays of sword light slashed down quickly, the momentum splitting the sky and the earth, it was hard to stop!
"Damn it!"
Sima Shaozhen rolled over and dodged the eighteen flying sword attacks in a panic!
"It's such a difficult magical weapon. Where did he get this kind of weapon soul from?"
Sima Shaozhen was also very anxious at this time, and was far from the cool and calm person he was before. In the past, he would not even have noticed Yang Ji's eighteen sword rays.
But now, the Blood Scythe is blocked by Yang Ji's bronze blood weapon "Magma Crocodile". He has no extra strength to deal with these eighteen sword lights with multiplied power.
This battle has been going on so far. It can be said that it is very different from what Sima Shaozhen had expected before. It is completely different. The edge of the Blood Scythe is almost unstoppable at this level. No matter who it is, the God blocks the Killing God, Buddha
Stop killing the Buddha.
Even the eighth level Great Martial Sect may not be his opponent.
But he happened to encounter Yang Ji's "Magma Crocodile". The power of rules of this magical weapon seemed to be specially restrained.
Although the sharp edge of the Blood Scythe can split the magma layer created by the opponent, the overlapping and continuously generated magma fields greatly reduce the power of the Blood Scythe and greatly reduce its speed. In the process, the energy and power are also greatly reduced.
It has been weakened and no longer poses any real threat.
And the worst thing is that without the help of this magic weapon, he is no longer a match for Yang Ji in terms of strength. As a result, he is now in an extremely passive position.
"laugh!"
The air was cut silently like water waves, and six broken gods as thin as paper blades were like floating shadows. They rushed towards Yang Ji. Without any hesitation, Yang Ji swayed his body, like the wind and lightning, and rushed into the bronze blood magic weapon "Magma".
The range of regular power around "crocodile".
Boom, the six-headed Poshen rushed in quickly without even thinking about it. But the next moment, it seemed as if he jumped from the air into the water, and his speed immediately slowed down greatly.
Looking back at Yang Ji, after entering the scope of the power of magma, his speed not only did not decrease at all, but also increased. As the master of this "regular area", Yang Ji can consciously reduce the pressure brought by the air on himself.
Even the magma-like air propels itself, increasing its speed.
"Energy Kendo!"
The six broken gods in front of him, whose speed had slowed down, were still biting and chasing after them. Yang Ji held the three-foot bloodthirsty sword in his hand. Without thinking, he turned around and whizzed out with a vitality sword move. There was a rumble and a flash of light.
He flashed, and then the mighty and blazing sword energy burst out of Yang Ji's hand like a river.
The blazing sword energy was as straight as a pillar, and as Yang Ji's wrist drew circles in the air, it stirred the six broken gods crazily.
"go!"
While Yang Ji was resisting the Po Shen who had evolved from the Six Breaks' power, he still had enough energy to fight back. The Eighteen Swords, as heavy as a mountain, roared out. While defending, he took the initiative to initiate a contest against Sima Shaozhen.
This is a test of two people's fighting skills. Whoever cannot hold on first will be defeated from this battle.
Whoosh whoosh!
Sima Shaozhen's reaction was not slow either. He waved his sleeves. Densely packed tiny half-moon-shaped blood arcs shot out of the air like a swarm of bees, facing eighteen heavy sword lights flying down from the air.
Boom boom boom, half of the eighteen sword lights were blocked, and half split the half-moon blood arc that blocked the attack. Six of them were blocked by the following waves, and their speed was greatly reduced. They lost the threat. But three swords still passed through Sima.
Shaozhen's interception net came in like thunder and lightning.
Bang bang bang, in the lightning flash, Sima Shaozhen activated his body skills and created countless afterimages, narrowly missing these three long swords with just a hair's breadth.
Sima Shaozhen successfully dodged and did not attack Yang Ji at all. Instead, he ran back towards the arena away from Yang Ji. It seemed that he did not want to get close to Yang Ji at all.
Just as he was sprinting, Sima Shaozhen stretched out his sleeves and robes, condensing dark red spears with the power of breaking the Gang, and shot them towards Yang Ji like lightning. The timing he chose was because Yang Ji's Qi was slightly chaotic.
when.
In terms of his ability to capture opportunities, although Sima Shaozhen is somewhat inferior to Yang Ji, he is definitely one of the top masters.
In the face of Sima Shaozhen's ability, although Yang Ji was stronger, he couldn't take much advantage at all.
"Now, it depends on whether Yang Ji can drag Sima Shaozhen into the scope of his magma rule in time. Or, Sima Shaozhen can defeat Yang Ji one step ahead of time, seize the opportunity, and defeat him with the Blood Scythe
Yang Ji."
Under the ring, the examiner Zhou Tong from Imperial City's eyes flashed with light, and countless thoughts flashed through his mind. This battle has entered a subtle state.
What determines the final battle is no longer the strength and strength level of Yang Ji and Sima Shaozhen, but the circle of dark red halo surrounding the crocodile-shaped beast that looks like a wild beast.
That is the range of magma power of the crocodile-shaped giant beast!
As soon as Sima Shaozhen fell within the range of this dark red halo, he would be firmly dragged down by the magma power of the crocodile-shaped giant beast, and finally fell into defeat.
Sima Shaozhen's martial arts skills were beyond ordinary people, and he obviously understood this truth. Therefore, he never gave Yang Ji a chance to get close, let alone drag him in.
Whether this battle will be a stalemate or a victory will depend on whether Sima Shaozhen can stay outside the range of the power of magma and maintain it until the end.
Bang bang bang!
On the arena, there are blazing flames, giant black crocodiles, dark red sickles, rolling magma, sharp blood arcs, flying swords, broken gods, sword energy, fist energy, body skills, footwork... all intertwined.
For many people, the level of this battle has exceeded the limit of what they can achieve. The two men moved like rabbits, every move was wonderful, showing an extremely high level of fighting.
When the battle got to this point, the two of them never stopped. The multi-tasking fighting skills were vividly demonstrated by the two of them.
The battle in the arena was so exciting and thrilling that many students in the hall often felt that their eyes were completely exhausted and could not keep up with the rhythm of the two people's battle.
The battle between the two became more and more intense and dazzling. Thousands of students held back their roars. Everyone knew that this battle had reached the most critical and final point.
Who will win the battle between Yang Ji and Sima Shaozhen, who will be able to continue on, and further strive for the first place "Wu Jieyuan" depends on this moment.
The entire hall was silent, and an invisible tension filled the void. Song Hong, Huang Tong, Ouyang Zhuming, Zhao Youhuai, Wei Boyang, and even Zhang Daoyi and the disciples of Heishuiya who were not dealing with Yang Ji stopped whistling and looked at each other.
He stared at the stage with nervousness and concern, paying attention to the final result of this battle.
Clang Clang Clang!
Sparks were flying everywhere, and the light of Yang Ji's eighteen swords filled the sky, whizzing and whirling, constantly shooting at Sima Shaozhen, and being knocked away by him again and again, and again and again, and again and again.
At the same time, Sima Shaozhen's condensed dark red Po Gang spears continued to shoot at Yang Ji one after another, and together with the six Po Gods, they attacked together.
It's a pity that Yang Ji never leaves the dark red magma halo range of the bronze blood magic weapon "Magma Crocodile". The black giant crocodile has four claws and pounces, leaps, tears, and bites. Wherever it goes, there are circles of magma.
The halo expands there.
Now, that area has become Yang Ji's foothold and safety fortress. Yang Ji will not get too close to the Blood Scythe to avoid accidental injury, and at the same time, he will not leave the range of the magma halo.
The power of Sima Shaozhen's attacks was greatly reduced in this area. They were either dodged by Yang Ji, intercepted by Yang Ji, or eliminated by the power of the bronze blood weapon.
Using this as a stronghold, Yang Ji drove the black giant crocodile towards Sima Shaozhen step by step, constantly taking the initiative to attack, and consciously suppressing and controlling his movement range and fighting rhythm.
To make matters worse, Sima Shaozhen discovered that Yang Ji's health recovered faster than his own. This made Sima Shaozhen's strategy of trying to kill Yang Ji completely aborted.
"It's simply not possible to continue like this. The final result will just be a tie!"
Sima Shaozhen began to feel anxious. He had already felt that the blood in his body was beginning to be a little inconsistent. Although it was not obvious yet, it was not serious enough to affect the battle between him and Yang Ji.
But if things continue like this, the situation is obviously not good for him.
Sima Shaozhen's heart was full of emotions.
Whoosh!
While he was thinking, a dark red flashed before his eyes, and sword lights roared sharply, drawing arcs in the void and shooting out from all directions.
I am already very familiar with Yang Ji's flying sword attack on Sima Shaozhen, but it is one moment and another moment. Even so, I still need to concentrate on dealing with it.
Bang bang bang!
Sima Shaozhen shook his hand, and countless dark red half-moon-shaped blood arcs as thin as paper blades whizzed up, each one hitting a sword light.
Sima Shaozhen is obviously weak in strength. Facing Yang Ji's powerful and heavy flying sword strikes, it often takes two or even three blood arcs to be effective. (To be continued.)