boom!
Amidst the chaos of punches, a piece of iron plank hit Yang Ji's chest heavily, and failed again.
"How can it be!"
The gangster who made the sneak attack had his eyes wide open and looked like he had seen a ghost.
Face to face at such a close distance, no one could escape the stormy attacks of four or five of them at the same time, especially since he was sneaking up on them with random punches.
No one can dodge the attacks of four or five people and still notice the sneak attacks of others. No one, not even the famous disciples of the big clans, can't do it at Yang Ji's level!
"What the hell!"
One gangster shouted angrily.
"Zhao Liang, Wen Meng, what are you two doing?"
Zhou Kuang also roared angrily.
Zhao Liang and Wen Meng are both masters of the sixth stage of breathing, and they are also the strongest among the people he invited. In particular, they have also learned some martial arts.
It's understandable that they are not strong enough to defeat Yang Ji, but what are these two bastards doing? As long as they get entangled for a while and everyone swarms up, how can Yang Ji still be standing now?
Zhao Liang and Wen Meng both felt suffocated in their hearts.
Yang Ji's reaction was too fast. His body was spinning, turning, swinging, and constantly moving. It was impossible for more than three people to hit him at the same time.
Zhou Kuang and others were not strong, but they were the strongest in charging. As a result, they only took two shots in total, and they were dodged by Yang Ji.
“Wild horses part their manes!”
"An angry horse raises its hooves!"
The two roared violently, passed Zhou Kuang, and jointly attacked Yang Ji.
This time, Yang Ji did not dodge. His eyes darkened, he stepped forward, knocked away a gangster who was blocking the road and was breathing three times, and then rushed towards Zhao Liang and Wen Meng.
Among the people Zhou Kuang brought, these two were the strongest.
In just a moment, Yang Ji had already defeated four gangsters with his bare hands. As long as he defeated the strongest Zhao Liang and Wen Meng, the battle would be over.
Bang! Bang!
Yang Ji jumped on him and punched out with both fists, without any tricks.
In the past eight or nine days, he had been practicing bowing and archery all day long. His ten fingers were thickly calloused, and he even broke more than ten big bows. Now is the time to test the results.
boom!
In the flash of lightning, Yang Ji punched Zhao Liang and Wen Meng one after another. The fists met so poorly that Zhao Liang and Wen Meng felt that their fists had hit an iron mountain, and the huge force shocked them.
Zhao Liang, who faced Yang Ji's power, was knocked down by more than a foot, with one arm hanging limply.
Wen Meng's situation was much better. When Yang Ji fought with him, he had already suffered a lot and was still able to knock him back.
Wen Meng roared angrily and wanted to attack. However, Yang Ji instantly turned his elbow and received a heavy punch in the abdomen. He let out a scream and flew out.
Whoosh!
With a flash of cold light, Zhou Kuang took advantage of the opportunity and followed Wen Meng. Zhao Liang slashed at the top of Yang Ji's head from behind. However, there was only a crunching sound in his ears. Zhou Kuang's face turned pale and he was sweating. The sword raised high unexpectedly struck him.
Can't go down.
"Want to try again?"
Yang Ji said coldly.
The big bow in his hand was straightened, and the only long arrow left in the battle was clasped between the five fingers of his right hand. In the fierce battle, Yang Ji's long arrow had long been lost, and even the quiver containing the arrow was broken.
Halfway through, only the last miraculously left long arrow remained.
But it was this long arrow that made Zhou Kuang freeze instantly, not daring to move.
There was silence all around. There were more than a dozen gangsters standing, sitting, or lying around, all with pale faces. Having seen Yang Ji's terrifying archery skills, no one doubted the power of his arrow.
"Don't you dare do it!"
Zhou Kuang roared, sweat dripping from the tip of his nose.
"You can try."
Yang Ji said coldly.
"Don't you dare do it!!"
Zhou Kuang stared at Yang Ji and roared again. He just didn't believe that a person from a big clan like Yang Ji really dared to attack him.
Murdering has always been done by people like them who have different religions and are struggling in the dark.
He just didn't believe that Yang Ji had that kind of courage.
"You can try."
Yang Ji said coldly, pointing a long arrow at Zhou Kuang's forehead, and said only this sentence.
The three answers were exactly the same, but the meaning revealed each time was completely different.
The scene was deathly silent, and the atmosphere was even more terrifying than during the previous battle. Even people like Zhao Liang and Wen Meng turned pale.
No one dared to speak, and no one dared to take action.
Time seemed to have stopped for a moment. Yang Ji's long arrow did not shoot out, and Zhou Kuang's broadsword did not strike down!
The atmosphere is eerily quiet!
Knife and arrow, no one knows who will fall first!
Zhou Kuang looked at Yang Ji and gritted his teeth. He was always a little unwilling. So many people joined forces to deal with Yang Ji, but they actually failed.
He had already failed the first time. If he failed twice in a row, how could he gain a foothold in Pingchuan County and how could he order his brothers? Who would listen to him in the future? Who would betray his face?
…
boom!
Zhou Kuang's broadsword still cut down, but just before he cut down, a blood hole as thick as a little finger suddenly appeared on his forehead, and Yang Ji's long arrow shot from the forehead into the back of the forehead.
"He actually... really dares to take action!"
Zhou Kuang's head was raised, his long hair flying, and with a look of disbelief on his face, he fell heavily backwards.
He is just a fifteen-year-old boy, a lowly disciple of the Yang clan, and an ordinary person who has never killed anyone. How could he... dare!
Zhou Kuang couldn't believe it to his death. Yang Jizhen actually shot this arrow without any hesitation.
"It turns out...this is what it feels like to kill someone."
Seeing Zhou Kuang fall down, Yang Ji said silently in his heart.
Although he had killed rabbits, foxes, and wolves before, this was his first time killing someone, and the feeling in his heart was indescribable. However, Yang Ji had no regrets.
"Whoever kills will be killed." If he hesitated just a moment ago, he was already the one who fell.
Knives and arrows, after all, the arrow is faster!
…
"Boss!——"
A sad roar came.
When Zhou Kuang fell, three or four mixed-bloods rushed over with red eyes.
"Buzz!"
Yang Ji's expression turned cold, then he suddenly changed his mind. At the same time, he kicked four or five long arrows scattered on the ground into his hand.
"Crunch!"
There was a sound of a bowstring being pulled apart.
The surroundings fell silent again.
Yang Ji had a cold look on his face, clasped three long arrows in his hand, and pulled them to perfection. Four or five steps away, the three gangsters kept charging forward, all of them pale, with large beads of cold sweat streaming down their foreheads.
.
Within a hundred steps, there was deathly silence, except for the sound of the mountain wind.
To be continued...