One hundred and forty-eighth chapter war (fourteen) narrow road
"Hey!——"
A piercing scream came, and Yang Ji raised his head, only to see a few more falcon-like figures in the mid-air. There was an evil aura billowing all over his body, full of coldness, cruelty, and darkness.
The "evil spirit" was fighting with Yi Xiantian and others ahead.
"It's them!"
Yang Ji's heart sank. The deputy leader of the Tianyin Sect and others returned and cooperated with the huge "evil spirit" to launch an attack on several imperial generals.
Bang bang bang!
A huge roar, earth-shattering, came from the battlefield. It was the sound of the God-Splitting Heavy Crossbow. Yang Ji could no longer distinguish between the enemy and one of his own.
There was chaos on the battlefield.
Whoosh whoosh!
The surrounding scenery was constantly projected into his mind. Yang Ji opened his bow and drew an arrow, trying to distinguish between ourselves and the enemy in the shortest possible time. At the same time, he found the opponent's fatal weakness and killed the enemy with one arrow.
My eyes are completely insufficient. In this environment, the only thing I can rely on is my warrior instinct.
Yang Ji shot out arrow after arrow. Every time an arrow flew out, a Tianyin cultist must fall. From his sleeve, Xiao Ji flew out with a swish, shuttling like on the ground. Ming Ming pounced on Yang.
Before Ji's Tianyin cultists could get close, they were bitten to death by Xiao Ji. Each one of them convulsed and fell to the ground dead.
One, two, three...nine, ten, eleven...
Yang Ji once again entered the poisonous pond, hunting the "Poisonous Golden Toad". At this time, instinct replaced judgment and controlled the body.
In his hands, the bow and arrow have simply become a weapon of war. It consumes less blood and physical strength, but the lethality it exerts is even more powerful than archery.
"laugh!"
Yang Ji's body spread, turned, soared, and moved, changing like a ghost. Wherever he went, he brought death with him, never staying in the same place.
His body flew close to the ground, and when he got up again, there was another quiver in his hand. At the same time, the shooting action of his hand did not stop at all.
All the movements seemed to have been carefully planned, without any unnecessary movements. They were completely moving towards maximizing the killing.
"laugh!"
A believer in black pounced on a court knight like a poisonous snake, but before he could get close, he was shot by Yang Ji with an arrow and fell down tremblingly.
From another direction, two believers in black attacked a sect disciple together. However, a sharp roar passed by, and each of them had a bloody hole in their head. They fell down like wooden stakes.
Yang Ji's arrows shot out like rain, covering his own men as much as possible.
"You brat, you're looking for death!"
Suddenly, a cold voice came, and accompanying the voice was an unstoppable force like a strong wind.
Yang Ji's heart trembled. Without thinking, he used the "Magic of Traveling Hundreds of Miles" and accelerated forward.
Boom!
The blood-red energy passed and exploded in the sky. All the elite knights of the imperial court and the believers in black were blown to pieces, and there was a deep furrow more than ten feet long on the ground. It was as if a giant plow was plowing the ground.
The ground was plowed.
Yang Ji turned around and looked suddenly. Not far from where he was just now, he saw a "Tianyin Sect Master" with cold eyes, as if he could freeze a person's limbs and bones. There was a dead body under his feet, with a serious look on his face.
Looking at himself solemnly.
"Little Zhou Tian Warrior!"
Yang Ji's heart sank.
The aura of this person is not inferior to those of Zhao Hua and Lin Qingyan. He is obviously another strong person of the "Little Zhoutian" level.
The lethality of Yang Jifei's "Archery" was so astonishing that it finally attracted the attention of these real masters of the Tianyin Sect.
"I never thought I would have to face such a powerful little Zhoutian again!"
There was a dark cloud between Yang Ji's brows.
This is not the first time he has faced such a terrifying powerhouse "Little Zhou Tian" alone. The last time he faced "Zhao Hua".
At that time, Yang Ji couldn't even break through his "blood energy shield".
"I wonder if I can break his blood shield now?"
Yang Ji's eyes flickered, and he secretly squeezed the "Ancient Quan Sword" in his hand, ready to raise the four "Ancient Quan Swords" on his back at any time and activate the unique skill of "Immortal Back Sword".
His heart was filled with ups and downs. If the timing was right and "Xiao Ji" saw blood in the dark and sealed his throat, he might not have a chance.
It's just that with the strength of Xiao Zhoutian's level, this is destined to be a difficult battle. And if it fails, the price will probably be death.
"You brat, that's it for now, prepare to risk your life!"
The black-clothed young Zhou Tianqiang stepped over the corpses and stared at Yang Ji. It was as if he was looking at a dead person.
"boom!"
Without any warning, the little Zhou Tian strongman in black suddenly turned into a huge black wave and rushed towards Yang Ji with a force that shattered the sky and cracked the earth.
At this moment, the void roared, as if it was about to be torn apart.
Yang Ji's heart sank, and he pulled out the long sword in his hand with a clang. At the same time, the four scabbards on his back emitted sword light, preparing to fight against the odds and use the "Immortal Back Sword" to seize a chance of survival.
boom!
It's too late now, it'll be soon!
Just when Yang Ji was about to take action, a majestic and majestic figure, like a mountain, suddenly broke into the space between Yang Ji and the "Little Zhou Tian" strongman from the Tianyin Sect.
"Azuo?!"
Yang Ji was shocked.
The figure that suddenly broke in was actually Anu, the "North Sea Giant" of the Beishan Sect.
Boom!
The majestic dark blood energy met the North Sea Giant like hitting a heavy high wall. Not only did it not shake the North Sea Giant away, it actually made the fifth-level martial arts expert "Little Zhou Tian" take a few steps back.
"Yang Ji, you go first! I will deal with this person!"
The North Sea Giant's rough and powerful voice echoed in Yang Ji's ears like thunder. His back was turned to Yang Ji, and his huge body contained an ocean-like energy.
In just a few days, the North Sea Giant has undergone earth-shaking changes. If the North Sea Giant before gave people the impression of a calm ocean, now, this ocean is restless and alive.
"Giant Fist Technique!"
The North Sea giant shouted loudly and punched out suddenly. His move was extremely simple, but its power was unbelievably huge. In the mighty wind, the void in front of him sunk, revealing a huge fist mark.
It was the "Giant Boxing Technique" taught to him by Yang Ji.
This simple boxing technique like a crop handle, combined with the powerful strength and majestic blood of the North Sea Giant's unique talent, the power exerted is not at all inferior to the "martial skills" of the fifth level of martial arts, but is even more powerful.
"What a powerful punch!"
The strong man from the Tianyin Sect on the opposite side was shocked in his heart. Facing the North Sea giant's punch, he had to avoid it temporarily. He heard a roar, and behind him, seven or eight black-clothed believers were unable to dodge, and they exploded into fleshy foam.
.
“Giants move mountains!”
The North Sea Giant missed a move, and in the blink of an eye, another move from the "Giant Fist" came out...
"He finally made it!"
Yang Ji looked back for a few times. Xin Wei nodded.
The current North Sea Giant is like the eye of a storm, an existence that no strong man on the battlefield can easily cross.
All of this is due to his own strength, not just his huge physique.
call!
Yang Ji put aside the matter of the North Sea Giant, bent his bow and nocked an arrow, and flew out, away from the center of the storm. Amidst the ear-piercing screams, one by one the believers in black fell again.
"boom!"
When Yang Ji shot the long arrow again, suddenly, a cold light flashed in the diagonal brake, and a magical sword energy cut off Yang Ji's long arrow.
It was like a basin of cold water was poured down suddenly, and Yang Ji suddenly became quiet.
Since hunting the "Poisonous Golden Toad", his archery skills have reached a superb level. It is easy to hit his long arrow in rapid flight.
This is no easier than stabbing the "Blood Crow"'s left and right eyes with one arrow.
Among the people he has come into contact with, there is only one person who possesses this skill.
"Meng Shen Ji!"
Yang Ji looked at the figure in the crowd, his pupils shrank, and he spat out these three words fiercely.
"Yang Ji, you are really the kind of trouble that has to be eliminated."
Meng Shenji had an inexplicable smile at the corner of his mouth, and walked through the crowds on both sides towards Yang Ji as if strolling in a garden.
The battlefield was noisy. But strangely, Yang Ji heard Meng Shenji's voice clearly.
"This sentence also applies to you."
Yang Ji said coldly, and also stepped over the numerous corpses in front of him, stepping on the scarlet sand, and walked towards Meng Shenji.
"What, do you want to kill me for revenge?"
Meng Shenji had a smile on his face. Without even looking, he stretched out his long sword and knocked off the horse a galloping tall man.
"I said I will definitely kill you to avenge Senior Brother Chen."
A deep look flashed in Yang Ji's eyes.
"Haha. Chen Shi'en is your brother?"
Meng Shenji sneered.
"no."
Yang Ji shook his head.
"That's your best friend?"
The smile on Meng Shenji's face became even brighter.
"No."
Yang Ji shook his head again.
"Then he taught you martial arts?"
Meng Shenji said again.
"nor."
Yang Ji kept shaking his head, but his feet were unusually firm.
"He is neither your brother nor your best friend, and he has never taught you martial arts... Then why did you avenge him?"
Meng Shenji looked at Yang Ji as if he were a fool.
"He is indeed not my brother, nor is he my best friend, and he has no kindness to teach me... My understanding of him may not even be as deep as yours."
Yang Ji walked over step by step with firm steps:
"However, no matter what, he should not die in the hands of a despicable villain who is capricious, betrays his sect, fellow disciples, and plots behind his back. Meng Shenji, you really shouldn't take advantage of his uprightness. And you shouldn't try to save him when he tries to save his life."
Even if you kill him face to face while he's seriously injured, I won't be as angry as I am now!"
Yang Ji's voice was very calm, without any ripples. However, anyone who heard his voice could feel the determination in his heart to "kill the enemy quickly".
In the main altar of Tianyin Sect, if there is one person that Yang Ji would kill even if he did not escape, that person is - "Meng Shenji".
The wind howled, blowing across the battlefield, making a low whistle.
At some point, Meng Shenji stopped. The smile on his face disappeared without a trace.