"Hmph! Stop playing tricks on me. Hand over the ancient spring sword, and I will consider sparing your life."
Wang Ziru said coldly. His eyes were fixed on Yang Ji, as if he could pierce someone.
"Oh, Senior Brother Wang, that's not what you said. The imperial court is encircling the Tianyin Sect. Naturally, the treasures in this underground are for those who can, first come, first served. There is no reason to hand them over. Moreover, - Senior Brother Wang is so smart,
Don’t you think that you, the Silver Blood Sect, are the only ones who have a look at the Tianyin Sect’s treasury, right?”
"The Iron Crown Sect and the Silver Blood Sect have no grudges in the past, and they have no grudges these days. If Senior Brother Chen comes over later and sees this scene, I am afraid there will be many unnecessary misunderstandings."
Yang Jiran smiled and said.
The surrounding Silver Blood Sect disciples changed slightly and glanced around subconsciously. They only noticed Yang Ji here, but if there were other Iron Crown Sect disciples, that would be another matter.
"Haha, you brat, you are so talkative. You dare to say anything."
Wang Ziru sneered, murderous intent flashed in his eyes. This kid was about to die, but he still dared to talk nonsense. If he didn't know better, he would have been deceived by him.
"Before I went down, I saw clearly that Chen Shi'en and the losers from the Jiugong Sect were dealing with an abyss monster. It's not that easy to kill such a beast from another dimension. And Chen Shi'en's character is too upright and dull, what do you think?
I still believe your kid left his senior brother behind and secretly went underground. But he... hmph, what a joke. Kid, these tricks of yours are useless in front of me!"
Yang Ji's heart sank. Wang Ziru was much more difficult to deal with than he expected. He originally wanted to deceive him, but he didn't expect that he would expose him in person in less than a second.
Moreover, before such a person goes into the "tunnel", he will actually notice the movements of the "elder brothers" of other sects. This kind of scheming makes people deeply fearful.
"Hey, kid, you don't need to delay. I only have one sentence, hand it over or not?"
The sound of clattering footsteps came from his ears. Wang Ziru did not give Yang Ji any time to delay. His robes swayed and a powerful aura came directly towards Yang Ji.
His expression was cold, and murderous intent flashed in his eyes. How could he not know what Yang Ji was thinking, but unlike Yang Ji, he was not prepared to spare him no matter whether Yang Ji handed over the "Guquan Sword" or not.
Life.
The reason why I talked to Yang Ji so much was because I was afraid that it would give him a chance to escape. That day on the street, Yang Ji's "shoot the man first, the horse" arrow left a deep impression on him.
This guy's martial arts skills are second to none, but his mind... is too clever.
Wang Ziru didn't want to kill the snake and suffer harm instead. Once Yang Ji escaped, it would be a big trouble in the future.
"Senior Brother Wang, if I hand over the Guquan Sword, will you let me go?"
Yang Ji said in a deep voice, seeming to be thinking.
"snort!"
Wang Ziru heard about Brother Xian and knew what Ya meant. Yang Ji asked to let him go, but Wang Zizhi knew that Yang Ji had no intention of "discussing" at all.
This remark is still delaying time.
"It seems that you don't want to pay. If so, you can't blame me."
Wang Ziru had a gloomy face. With a clang, he pulled out the long sword from the sheath. In an instant, an undercurrent surged in the hall, and the temperature dropped sharply.
Yang Ji's expression "changed" and he was no longer as calm as before.
Just when Wang Ziru thought that Yang Ji had changed his attention and was about to hand over the Guquan Sword, he suddenly heard a loud laugh.
"Hahaha, Wang Ziru, do you think you won?"
Yang Ji seemed to have suddenly discovered something, and pointed a finger behind Wang Ziru:
"The mantis stalks the cicada, but the oriole is behind. Wang Ziru, look behind you!"
"boom!"
As soon as he finished speaking, there were two sudden clanging sounds, a flash of blood, and two blood rainbows as fast as lightning and fire, and they suddenly stabbed Wang Ziru. With Wang Ziru's cultivation, when he first saw this kind of swordsmanship, his eyelids couldn't help but twitch.
Feeling of great danger.
"You brat! You are really determined to change your mind. I can't let you go!——"
Wang Ziru had been prepared for a long time. His dantian shook and there was a roar. The majestic torrent of blood rushed out with silver light and roared out. A strong man at the level of "Little Zhoutian" is so powerful. With this palm shot, the void
There was a sharp roar, and the whole hall was shaking and shaking.
A master at the level of "Little Zhou Tian" has "blood as lead" and can hold down even the river bank while standing in the flood. Although Yang Ji's sword was unexpected, Wang Ziru was already prepared. In a face-to-face situation, how could he succeed?
.
However, sudden changes occurred——
Phew! Phew!
With two soft sounds, the candles on the walls on both sides suddenly went out, and several "night pearls" at the top of the hall were also smashed into pieces by Yang Ji. The fragments fell to the ground, emitting a faint light.
However, soon, even this glimmer of light was obscured by a puff of thick smoke, and the entire hall suddenly became dark.
"Brat!"
Wang Ziru's expression changed, he was shocked and angry. This scene happened so suddenly that no one expected it.
"Elder brother, this kid is going to run away!"
A disciple of the Silver Blood Sect quickly shouted.
"Stop him!"
In the chaos, countless people directed their palms outward, trying to prevent Yang Ji from escaping.
"ah!--"
Suddenly, a dying, shrill and terrifying scream came from behind everyone. This scream was very sudden. In an instant, all the sounds disappeared without a trace, and the entire hall was dead silent, filled with a strange feeling.
the breath.
"Junior Brother Zhou? Junior Brother Zhou!..."
Wang Ziru suddenly shouted. The first sound was still a test, but the second sound was a roar.
There was no reply to both calls, and Wang Ziru's expression suddenly changed drastically.
That voice was clearly that of Junior Brother Zhou. He was standing very far outside and was responsible for alerting people to the movements outside. If Yang Ji wasn't right in front of him and the distance between the two sides was extremely far, Yang Ji wouldn't have been able to extinguish the lights and at the same time.
Killing Junior Brother Zhou in an instant, Wang Ziru would even think that Yang Ji did it.
But if it wasn’t Yang Ji, then who did it?
When this thought passed through his mind, Wang Ziru's heart began to beat wildly uncontrollably.
"ah!--"
Suddenly, another shrill and terrifying scream came. Upon hearing this scream, everyone's expressions changed wildly, and an invisible panic spread like a plague.
Darkness surged. I don't know when there seemed to be a dark, evil, terrifying, and creepy atmosphere in the hall.
"Who is it? Who is it?"
Wang Ziru held the sword in both hands and turned around fiercely. His whole body tensed up, as if facing a powerful enemy:
"Yang Ji, you bastard!——"
The last sentence almost screamed angrily. He finally understood what Yang Ji meant by "look behind you".
He originally thought that Yang Ji was deceiving him, "Chen Shi'en is here", but he didn't know until this moment that Yang Ji definitely didn't mean it. In this underground tunnel, besides them, there was another cruel person hidden,
A ruthless and terrifying master.
Yang Ji had obviously discovered him a long time ago. When he said "the mantis stalks the cicada, the oriole follows", he did not refer to Chen Shi'en, but to "him"!
"snort!"
A cold snort came from the darkness, and then everything fell silent again, with no more sound. The atmosphere in the hall became even more terrifying.
…………
Thump! Thump!
In the darkness, Yang Ji's heart was beating wildly.
Contrary to Wang Ziru's expectation, Yang Ji did not rush out immediately after extinguishing the candles. Instead, he leaned against a wall parallel to Wang Ziru's.
This angle is the blind spot for palm power. Even if Wang Ziru madly strikes forward with his palm, it is impossible to reach this angle.
But Yang Ji was far from worried about "Wang Ziru". He had already felt that the dangerous existence with a dark and evil aura had sneaked in.
The two Silver Blood Sect disciples in the Blood Furnace Realm could only hold on for a breath without lying down one after another. The strength of this man was unbelievable.
For the first time since coming down the mountain, Yang Ji felt the strongest breath of death.
To be continued...