Four hundred and fortieth chapters final challenge (twenty-three)
But even so, Sima Shaozhen still successfully resisted Yang Ji's attack. In the distance, Yang Ji's body emerged on the back of the black giant crocodile, and his bright eyes looked at him, showing strong aggression.
and huge oppression.
Sima Shaozhen knew what he wanted to do without looking back. His body swayed, his toes stretched out and bounced on the ground. His whole body suddenly shot out like a spring, widening the distance between him and Yang Ji.
"Roar!"
Sure enough, just as Sima Shaozhen was retreating, the black giant crocodile suddenly charged and accelerated, choosing a clever angle, and rushed between the Blood Scythe and himself, trying to resist the Blood Scythe's attack while
, cleverly included himself, and covered himself within the scope of the power of magma rules.
"You won't succeed!"
Sima Shaozhen looked at Yang Ji from a distance, and a thought flashed in his mind. After Yang Ji obtained the bronze blood weapon "Magma Crocodile", his strength increased extremely horribly.
However, Sima Shaozhen did not have no chance at all.
Strength, speed, martial arts, actual combat experience, magical weapons...the two of them are basically the same in these aspects. Although Yang Ji has the advantage in strength, the difference is limited and not enough to cause a crushing result.
Yang Ji couldn't do anything to himself.
On the contrary, I have now captured some of his fighting habits and characteristics. As long as Yang Ji makes a slight oversight and exposes a flaw and is caught by himself, then Yang Ji will be the next to fail.
The biggest characteristic of the Blood Scythe is its attack, which is invincible and devastating. Therefore, as long as there is a slight flaw, you can turn this flaw into a fatal mistake.
This is also the characteristic of Blood Scythe itself!
As a top-notch river-level bronze blood weapon, the Blood Scythe itself is not inferior to Yang Ji's magma crocodile.
"Buzz!"
I was thinking about it one after another, and while I was planning, suddenly, there was a strong sound of wind in my ears, and a heavy breath roared from behind.
boom!
Sima Shaozhen didn't even think about it, and without looking back, a fierce Po Gang blood energy shot out behind him. At the same time, his body retreated and ejected, further widening the distance. In front of him, Sima Shaozhen had already seen Yang Ji driving
The giant black crocodile is accelerating in your direction!
But when the energy came out, Sima Shaozhen felt something was wrong.
"No, it's the magic weapon in his palm!"
A flash of thought flashed through his mind, and Sima Shaozhen's face suddenly turned pale. He knew that he had taken all precautions, but was still being plotted by Yang Ji. His whole body suddenly felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.
In the previous battle, the two of them used all their methods, Yang Ji's flying sword, hand of death, vitality swordsmanship... they all used their skills, but they were all unable to do anything to themselves. They were defeated by him one by one and scattered around.
Yang Ji never collected the scattered weapons, but kept pressing them step by step. He collected the ones closest to him, hitting them all the way, collecting them all, and being scattered all the way... so that the entire arena was almost full.
They are the weapons scattered by Yang Ji, and the Hand of Death is naturally among them.
Sima Shaozhen didn't care at first. After all, even Yang Ji couldn't do anything to him, so naturally these weapons couldn't do anything to him.
In addition, the battle was so fierce that it was impossible for Sima Shaozhen to keep track of everything. Even Yang Ji noticed that he had dropped several magic weapons.
Sima Shaozhen never expected that Yang Ji had already started plotting against him at that time. After the palm-shaped magic weapon was knocked away by him, Yang Ji did not take it back at all.
Instead, it consciously or unconsciously affects oneself, driving oneself towards the location of the "hand of death".
Time has really passed by too long. After Yang Ji released the hand of death, it has not been touched much. Sima Shaozhen was a little defensive at the beginning, but it has been so long, how can he still remember it.
Sima Shaozhen never expected that Yang Ji would be so deep-minded and fight fiercely back and forth for so long. He had actually been arranging this "hook" to wait for him.
He used his fear of him and his desire to avoid being bound by the power of magma to successfully step into the trap!
"boom!"
A hard feeling came from his back. The moment he hit the hand of death, Sima Shaozhen's heart sank to the bottom of the water...
"Sima Shaozhen lost!"
Under the ring, when Sima Shaozhen hit the hand of death, Song Hong trembled all over, and a thought flashed through his mind like lightning.
In the crowd, Zhang Daoyi's face instantly became extremely ugly.
The last thing he expected happened, and the last glimmer of hope in his heart was shattered the moment Sima Shaozhen hit him.
"The game is over!"
On the other side, Zhou Tong, the examiner from Imperial City, was shocked, sighed, and closed his eyes unbearably. He almost watched Sima Shaozhen fall into Yang Ji's trap.
At that moment, he almost couldn't help but shout a reminder. However, that was impossible. The barrier of the arena would filter all sounds.
Moreover, King Taiyuan was present in person. No matter who it was, no one would have the courage to cheat in front of the ruler of Taiyuan Continent.
"It's a pity that Sima Shaozhen didn't lose because of his confident martial arts, but lost because of his wisdom."
Zhou Tong looked at the resolute and young figure on the ring and suddenly felt a little admired!
Yes, not appreciation, but admiration!
As the examiner of the martial arts examination, he would only appreciate most of these students, rather than admire them. Appreciation was for the subordinates.
Admiration is for superiors, for people who are stronger than yourself!
Given his status, he is the pinnacle of the eighth level of martial arts, Grand Martial Sect, and there is probably no one worthy of his admiration. It is not easy to just gain his appreciation, let alone let him be the examiner.
I admire a student who took the martial arts examination.
But for Yang Ji, he truly admired him from the bottom of his heart.
Not for his martial arts, but for his mind and wisdom.
When Sima Shaozhen fell into the trap, he almost subconsciously thought of the battle between Yang Ji and Zhang Pu, and of the evil spirit in Zhang Pu who was deeply calculated and annoyed, and finally fled from the evil god outside the sky who had threatened him before.
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Yang Ji almost repeated that game, calculating Sima Shaozhen and letting him fall into his trap. The difference was that Yang Ji just used different methods to deal with the two opponents.
The gap in martial arts can be made up, but the gap in wisdom is not that simple. If the martial arts examination is based on mind and wisdom, then Yang Ji is probably the well-deserved first, and he is still ahead of the others.
Big cut.
"Boom!"
In the bloody light, Yang Ji drove the black giant crocodile, jumped across the many spaces, and violently dragged Sima Shaozhen into the red halo of the magma rules.
"marvelous!"
When Yang Ji failed to succeed, the Great Asura couldn't help but praise him sincerely. He really looked down upon his host more and more.
The great Asura dominates with his combat skills, and there is no way he can imitate what Yang Ji does. When the difference in strength is not big enough to cause a real victory or defeat, Yang Ji calculates his opponent in his own way and wins.
victory!
"As expected, he is the son of Yang Du!"
The Great Asura couldn't help but admire. Yang Ji's performance several times in a row almost made him subconsciously think of Yang Du, who he described as being destroyed and suppressed underground for more than ten years.
Although he was filled with hatred in his heart, deep down in his heart, the Great Asura admired him. With the strength of Yang Ji's father back then, he was almost like an ant in front of him, and he was destined to die.
But it was this ant that framed himself and imprisoned himself deep underground when he thought he was powerful.
The Asura clan is clearly hated, but they also sincerely admire those powerful opponents who defeat their own opponents. They only ask about the results, not the process. The Asura clan will never run away, let alone cover up their failures!
Yang Ji acted as if he hadn't heard anything. At the moment, all his attention was on Sima Shaozhen.
Whether you are defeated by fate or defeat fate, it all depends on you.
"Boom!"
The black giant crocodile like a hill crawled on the ground, using all four limbs together, carrying a torrent of magma that destroyed the world and poured out towards Sima Shaozhen.
The air turned into magma, surrounding Sima Shaozhen layer after layer.
This time, Sima Shaozhen could not escape.
Boom boom boom, although Sima Shaozhen shook off the shackles of the hand of death, he rushed left and right, but could not get rid of Yang Ji's clinging. His speed was originally not as good as Yang Ji, but now under the influence of the power of the magma rules
Everything within the scope was hindering him, and he was no longer a match for Yang Ji.
As long as Yang Ji remained close to Sima Shaozhen, following every step, neither far nor near, Sima Shaozhen would never be able to get rid of him. In fact, Yang Ji even gained a huge advantage in this environment.
"Sima Shaozhen, you lose!"
Yang Ji transformed into the eight-armed demon god, and his loud and hoarse voice resounded through the void like thunder. For Sima Shaozhen who stepped into his nest, Yang Ji did not use any other method. He just raised the "black giant crocodile" and wrapped it around the rolling
Huge waves of magma and torrents of tens of thousands of tons hit Sima Shaozhen again and again.
This was a head-on collision, without any tricks, and it was also Sima Shaozhen's biggest weakness at this time.
The "Blood Scythe" is by no means incapable of increasing power, but it is by no means a powerful magical weapon. Its greater feature is its indestructible sharpness and sharpness.
But the huge body of the crocodile-shaped beast provided Yang Ji with the best protection.
"Boom!"
The crocodile-shaped giant beast flew into the sky, and was caught by the tail by Yang Ji. He lifted the beast lightly and slammed it down on Sima Shaozhen like a giant hammer.
Every blow struck has the power of cracking the earth and causing landslides.
In the process of striking, Yang Ji skillfully used the black crocodile-shaped beast's body to resist Sima Shaozhen's huge sickle-shaped hole.
The sickle-shaped hollow marks roared in again and again, but were blocked by the black giant crocodile with its solid body. The "Ten Thousand Mothers of Bronze Mother" is extremely hard, and it is countless times stronger than the warrior's body of the Wuzong. (~^~)