Four hundred and ninetieth chapters evil god master
"drink!"
The shirtless man was shocked. Yang Ji was much faster than him. The power of the bronze blood magic weapon completely overwhelmed him. At this time, it was too late to escape. In the blink of an eye, he only had time to shout loudly and burst out.
Waves of air all over the body.
"Boom!"
The brick wall collapsed, and the shirtless man couldn't even block a single move before he was sent flying out again by Yang Ji, knocking down a large area of buildings.
Being knocked away by Yang Ji twice in this way, the shirtless man screamed and his lungs were about to explode.
"Boy, you are too arrogant!"
Just when Yang Ji knocked away the shirtless man of the Great Wuzong level, he was struck with energy, and the huge gray-white skeleton, carrying thousands of small skeletons, roared away in the billowing black smoke.
The skeleton's huge mouth opened, and it sucked in fiercely, as if it wanted to suck out all the life force in Yang Ji's body.
And in the huge phantom of a skeleton, the second scar-faced Great Martial Sect of the Evil God Sect rushed towards him.
"Little Holy Word Technique!"
Yang Ji sneered and didn't even look back. He just stretched out his left index finger and pointed it fiercely before the scar-faced Great Martial Sect of the Evil God Sect pounced.
Boom!
A magnificent milky-white light beam rose from the sky. The strong aura of heaven and earth in the light beam was like boiling soup pouring snow. It hit the tumbling gray-white skeleton and the scar-faced evil god sect Great Martial Sect in the phantom of the skeleton.
"ah!"
With a shrill howl, the scar-faced master was still a few feet away from Yang Ji. Suddenly, his face was full of fear, and he shot back. He came and retreated even faster.
The Confucian aura of heaven and earth is very powerful in restraining evil ways. The higher the cultivation level of evil ways, the weirder, evil and cruel the evil works will be, and the more severe the harm will be.
The Great Wuzong of the Scar-faced Evil God Cult practices techniques that suck people's life force, which is extremely evil. Therefore, they are more afraid of the Confucian power in Yang Ji than ordinary people.
The eighth-level Grand Martial Sect has a strong vitality and a very firm will. But Yang Ji's little holy word technique made him feel the taste of death.
For the first time, I felt the taste of fear in him!
But Yang Ji could no longer pay attention to him at this moment.
"Roar!"
The wind hit his face, and blood clouds rolled over Yang Ji's head. A huge animal claw was grabbed from the blood cloud. This giant claw had nine fingers and was covered with scales. There were black hairs between the scales and nine iron toes.
The pliers generally reveal infinite power.
"Be careful. His true body is behind you!"
The voice of Great Asura came from his mind. The next moment, another picture appeared in Yang Ji's mind. In the blood clouds of the two evil cult masters, the shirtless man and the scar-faced man, a streak of
The ethereal figure clung to the ground like a shadow, blending quietly into the energy of the two people.
He restrained the aura all over his body, and it was as slippery as a loach. If you didn't pay attention, you would just think it was a thin shadow of blood, and you wouldn't notice it at all.
“Just in time!”
Yang Ji sneered, stretched out his right hand, and spread his five fingers. Suddenly there was a soul spear. Boom! A spear penetrated the back of the evil-looking, ferocious, and huge beast in the void.
came out.
Before the claws of this huge monster could catch it, it exploded violently.
Yang Ji threw his body close to the ground, and without thinking, he just punched out hard. Boom! The energy intertwined, creating a huge wave.
"Boy, you're looking for death!"
The thin master of the Evil God Cult was hostile to Yang Ji. Suddenly, he felt something strange in his heart. He raised his head sharply. He saw eighteen beams of Po Gang sword light whizzing down. Without thinking, he punched out fiercely.
This punch was as hard as iron and as straight as a pillar. It had the momentum of a bull fight. With a roar, Yang Ji's eighteen rays of sword light were all blasted out like dead branches and leaves.
"laugh!"
At the moment when he was distracted by the thin master of the Evil God Cult, Yang Ji did not hesitate and stabbed out with a fierce sword. Yang Ji switched his right hand to his left hand with this sword, and the angle it took was extremely tricky. From bottom to top, horizontally
The flirtation was from an angle that he couldn't avoid.
"Boom!"
Sensing the danger, the thin master of the Evil God Cult punched out fiercely without thinking. This punch was extremely powerful and used the skill of Blood Qi Wolf Smoke.
Boom!
Yang Ji received a punch on the chest and was knocked away. At the same time, the thin master of the Evil God Cult also received a sword on his arm. He immediately flew back with blood dripping from his arm.
"asshole!"
The latter's pupils shrank, with murderous intent in his eyes. He originally thought that Yang Ji would give in after this blow. Unexpectedly, he refused to dodge and received a punch from him.
This kind of lose-lose style of play is simply unacceptable to martial arts experts! He never expected that Yang Ji would actually fight with him like this. In any case, it seemed more like Yang Ji was suffering a loss.
"You think what I'm doing here is unwise, right?"
Yang Ji suddenly sneered. Although the bronze magic weapon Magma Crocodile has not been completely repaired, the trauma to the soul of the ferocious beast inside still needs Yang Ji to heal slowly, so he cannot use the power of rules yet.
However, even if he faced three great martial arts masters at the same time, Yang Ji was not afraid.
"You brat, what are you yelling at?"
The slender Great Wuzong of the Evil God Sect narrowed his eyes and stopped suddenly.
"Hey, don't think that getting a bronze blood magic weapon will do anything. Your realm has not truly reached the eighth level of martial arts. With just this magic weapon, you are no match for the three of us."
The scar-faced evil master sneered.
"Don't listen to his nonsense, stall for time, kill him quickly!"
The shirtless strong man practicing fire-based exercises yelled and became furious.
"boom!"
As soon as the voice fell, the shirtless man took the lead, and the three of them saved at the same time. However, not long after the save, there was a pop, and a human figure fell straight down.
"Second dick!"
When the other two people looked back, they were shocked. They saw that the thin Da Wuzong who had fought with Yang Ji in the end suddenly fell to the ground hard, his lips were red and purple, his whole body was blue, and he was motionless.
"No! He's been poisoned!"
The scar-faced evil master felt a chill in his heart. As far as he could see, he could see the skinny Da Wuzong's stabbed arm bleeding profusely, but all the blood that flowed out was black.
The vitality of the Eighth Level Martial Sect was so powerful that ordinary poison could not do anything to him. But he fell down after just one stab from Yang Ji.
"You brat, your sword is poisonous!"
The shirtless man stood up, looked at Yang Ji hatefully, and gritted his teeth. If looks could kill, Yang Ji would have died a thousand times.
"Hey, do you have this kind of awareness now? Didn't Zhang Pu tell you that if you are my enemy, you may not be sure of victory!"
Yang Ji took a few steps forward and smiled lightly.
These masters of the Evil God Cult are ruthless and murderous people. If you fight with these people, if you show any mercy, you will be seeking your own death.
So, Yang Ji used a little bit of Xiao Ji's venom to get rid of one of them first!
"asshole!"
Both of their eyes were red. They only thought that Yang Ji had taken Wu Jieyuan, which must be different from them. Who would have thought that Yang Ji would actually put poison on the sword.
How did the two of them know that Yang Ji dared to use calculations to deceive Zhang Pu? Naturally, he couldn't be the kind of sect disciple who didn't know how to adapt to the situation they thought he was.
In a life-and-death struggle, there is no room for mercy and mercy. Yang Jiyuan can see clearly better than these people.
After poisoning one and injuring another, the evil cult's attack no longer poses a threat to Yang Ji.
"Hey, at this time, do you two still want to show off in front of me? Humph! Today, neither of you can even think of leaving!"
Yang Ji said coldly, murderous intent flashing in his eyes:
"Today, I will use your two lives to give Zhang Pu a warning. I want to see how many masters of the Evil God Religion I want to kill!"
Buzz!
Yang Ji's figure swayed, and lightning shot out in an instant. There was a rumble, the sky shook, and bursts of thunder. Yang Ji held up the sky with his hands, and the bronze blood weapon in his hand destroyed the golden mountain and fell the jade pillar, and fell towards the two of them at a thunderous speed.
Smashed it over.
Whoosh, whoosh, at the same time, the sword energy behind Yang Ji flew together, and eighteen streams of sword energy roared out, completely covering the two of them.
Looking up at Yang Ji's violent attack, the two great warriors of the Evil God Sect changed their expressions slightly at the same time. If it were before, the two of them would never be afraid of Yang Ji.
However, after fighting against Yang Ji, the two of them already understood deeply that whether it was strength or magical weapons, the young man in front of them was unmatched by any opponent they had encountered before.
The thin master of the Evil God Cult who fell on the ground fully demonstrated the terrifying nature of Yang Ji.
"Step aside!"
Suddenly, the sky and the earth shook, and a majestic and domineering voice came from Xu Chali. The voice revealed surging power, and it seemed that the whole world was shaking at his voice.
"Dharma protector!"
Although they haven't seen it yet, the moment they heard the sound, the two masters of the Evil God Cult were ecstatic at the same time. Almost without thinking, they stretched out their left feet, stepped on the ground, and backed out at the same time.
"Buzz!"
Just as the two people exited, the sky darkened, and a huge red iron fist, like the palm of a god, penetrated the void and suddenly came down from the sky.
At the same time as the iron fist appeared, Yang Ji felt a strange feeling in his heart. It was as if what he saw in front of him was not an iron fist, but a rising "sun" that illuminated all things!
"careful!"
The hysterical shouting of Great Asura suddenly came to mind. At the moment he spoke, the "rising sun" in Yang Ji's consciousness suddenly grew a hundred times faster, emitting a majestic and terrifying aura like mountains and seas.
.
But in the blink of an eye, a strong sense of danger suddenly arose in Yang Ji's heart, as if a disaster was imminent, and as if he was in danger.
"Dawu Zun!"
Yang Ji's eyelids were twitching wildly, and his heart was pounding. Yang Ji never expected that behind these eighth-level great martial masters, there was actually a ninth-level great martial master hiding behind. (To be continued.)