Chapter 149 Battle (fifteen) Xianhong runs through the sun
"Very good, it seems that our unfinished battle in the Poison Pond must be ended no matter what."
Meng Shenji sneered, and with a clang, he pulled out all the long swords in their sheaths:
"However, there is one thing I am curious about. Will you die in the end this time? Or will I die?"
An electric spark flashed faintly between the two, and Yang Ji also became quiet. In the dark, both of them thought of the unfinished final blow by the Poison Pond.
If the senior brother "Li Bai" hadn't stopped them at that time, the final victory or defeat between the two might have been decided.
"Don't worry, you will definitely know the final result. And it won't take long!"
Yang Ji said coldly, a sharp murderous intent flashed in his eyes.
"Really? It's a pity, I'm just afraid that it will be difficult for you to do so."
A sarcastic look appeared on the corner of Meng Shenji's mouth, and the next moment, Meng Shenji's foot suddenly stepped heavily——
"boom!"
Amidst the violent sound, the earth shook, as if a layer of disguise had been removed, and the darkness was billowing. A strong dark blood spurted out from Meng Shenji's limbs and bones.
Meng Shenji's cultivation was originally that of an ordinary Blood Furnace Realm, but at this moment the tide rose, reaching the peak of the fourth level. A "bobo" tide of dark blood surged in his body, and even faintly emitted the sound of steel rolling.
The sound of movement.
"Hahaha, Yang Ji, we have been in the same class for so long. You don't think I only have this little cultivation, do you? If it weren't for hiding my identity, do you think it's just you who needs me to hide my identity like this?"
Meng Shenji's laughter came from the thick smoke, loud and unbridled, even with a bloodthirsty and coldness that came from his bones.
Where is there any trace of a sectarian disciple?
"Half step blood lead!"
Yang Ji's heart suddenly sank. He thought about it a lot, but he didn't expect that Meng Shenji actually hid his cultivation level. In fact, he had reached a level close to the fifth level of martial arts where blood and energy are connected with lead.
"Now, let me help you end your fantasy and send you to Chen Shi'en to unite!"
A trace of deep-seated sneer appeared in Meng Shenji's eyes. The next moment, the strong wind roared, and Meng Shenji's body jumped up and disappeared in mid-air in an instant.
"Danger!"
A strong sense of crisis suddenly came over him, covering his whole body like a sudden rain. Yang Ji's heart froze, and without thinking, he suddenly made a move and activated the four long swords on his back at the same time.
"The Immortal carries his sword!"
boom!
There was an earth-shaking loud noise, and four long sword auras shot up from Yang Ji's back, filling the air with the sound of cutting sword auras that made teeth sore.
The surrounding Tianyin cultists and imperial cavalry had not yet reacted. The blood energy on Yang Ji and Meng Shenji burned, as if two cannonballs collided together in the void.
There was a roar, and a black shadow suddenly fell from the sky, with smoke and dust billowing. Yang Ji coughed and staggered to the ground. Around him, several "Ancient Spring Swords" were scattered on the ground, in different directions.
"Haha, I didn't expect that you actually learned the magic of sword control. It's a pity that even if the Taoist master is taller than the devil, it still can't compare to the unique skill taught by my ancestor."
Meng Shenji slowly fell from the sky, not hiding the sarcasm in his eyes.
Behind him, the light and shadow changed, and the shadow of a dark demon god with a green face and fangs slowly danced six iron-like giant arms, one of which was grabbing an "Old Spring Sword".
Although Yang Ji's "Immortal Back Sword" was powerful, it unfortunately couldn't penetrate the six arms of the Green-Faced Demon God. In a flash of lightning, Yang Ji's four flying swords, as well as the fifth one in his hand, were almost all blocked by Yang Ji Meng Shenji.
Come down.
"It turns out you are from the Red Eyebrow Ancestor!"
Yang Ji was facing Meng Shenji, squatting on the ground. He was breathing heavily. There was a faint bloodshot coming from the corner of his mouth.
Meng Shenji hid so deeply that Yang Ji was shocked and injured almost at the moment of the fight.
"Knowing this, don't you think it's too late?"
Meng Shenji sneered, with a cruel light shining in his eyes.
It was just a shock injury, which was indeed beyond his expectation. However, no matter what, it was impossible to escape. In his eyes, Yang Ji was already a dead person.
"If you're smart, don't try to resist anymore. You can't beat me. If you use this set of swordsmanship on other people with the fourth level of martial arts, it might be effective if you take them by surprise. But if you use it on me, it's just
A joke."
Meng Shenji sneered, and the blood in his body began to circulate again, making bursts of steel sounds, preparing for the final blow:
"Don't worry, I will let you die quickly."
"Hehehe..."
Yang Jichang's hair was shaking. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and stood up from the ground. His face was pale, but his eyes were extremely bright:
"Meng Shenji, you have been hiding in the mountains for many years, and you think you are smart. Even you can reach the fourth level of martial arts, and even approach the realm of Xiao Zhoutian, the fifth level of martial arts. My martial arts talent is still above yours, you don't think that we
Is the gap really that big?"
"what do you?"
Meng Shenji's pupils shrank and his expression changed slightly.
"Haha, it's very simple. I said, I will kill you to avenge Senior Brother Chen. I will definitely do it."
As Yang Ji spoke, a left palm suddenly stretched out from his sleeve. In the center of his palm, a strange amber-like "bead" suddenly appeared.
"Golden Toad's inner elixir!"
Seeing clearly the "bead" in Yang Ji's palm, Meng Shenji felt as if he had been pricked by a needle, and his pupils suddenly shrank. Yang Ji held the "Golden Toad Inner Pill" in his palm, and he could see the constant flow of breath.
Follow his palm and enter the body.
——This bastard, even when the battle just started, he didn't stop absorbing the "Golden Toad's inner elixir".
"call!"
Under Meng Shenji's gaze, a strange smile appeared on Yang Ji's face, and then he swallowed the remaining "Golden Toad Inner Pill".
"Buzz!"
Just like being struck from the sky by a bolt of lightning, Meng Shenji's mind buzzed, and in an instant there was only one thought left:
"asshole!--"
At such a close distance, Meng Shenji couldn't stop him at all. He could only watch Yang Ji swallow the golden toad inner elixir.
boom!
An unimaginable force suddenly exploded in his body. Yang Ji felt that his whole body was on fire, and thousands of rays of energy scattered into his limbs and bones. Then Yang Ji felt the "furnace of blood" in his dantian.
.
"I can finally reach the fourth level of martial arts!"
Yang Ji "looked" at this bright red furnace dripping with blood, and suddenly felt relaxed.
In the realm of "Venomous Golden Toad", its strength is much stronger than that of Yang Ji. Although its inner elixir has a gentle temperament and does not have so many impurities, after all, its power level is much more powerful than that of Yang Ji, a third-level martial arts "warrior".
For this kind of inner elixir, digesting and absorbing it slowly is the best way. It can also avoid impacting the internal organs and damaging the meridians to the greatest extent, and enter the fourth level of martial arts without leaving any consequences.
But at this moment, Yang Ji couldn't care about that much.
"Boom!"
The "furnace of blood" in Yang Ji's dantian started to operate violently as if alive, automatically absorbing the abilities in his limbs and bones.
There was only a loud roar, the void shook, and a strong wind. Within ten feet of the surrounding area, the air flow roared sharply and turned into a vortex. And in the center of this vortex, a bloody "blood furnace" loomed, exuding
Powerful breath.
Fourth level of martial arts, Blood Furnace Realm!
The blood energy in Yang Ji's body is vast. If the blood energy in Yang Ji's body was originally like a calm pool of water, now, the blood energy in Yang Ji's body has turned into a violent ocean.
Yang Ji felt a powerful feeling in his heart that he had never experienced before, as if he could easily tear the earth apart and split the mountains apart.
"It turns out that this is the Blood Furnace..."
In the blink of an eye, countless thoughts flashed through Yang Ji's mind. Now, with just a breath, he could easily feel the volcano-like "blood furnace" containing infinite energy.
The blood furnace is the basis of martial arts, the inheritance of bloodline, and the source of "power"!
Looking at Yang Ji's powerful appearance, Meng Shenji's face was extremely ugly, and his heart sank. Yang Ji could challenge him by the Poison Pond before he reached the Blood Furnace Realm.
Now that he has broken through to the fourth level of martial arts, and like himself, he has condensed a powerful "blood furnace". Meng Shenji has no chance of winning in his heart.
"Meng Shenji, how about we do it again? As long as your six-armed demon can catch my flying sword like last time, we will cancel the matter with Senior Brother Chen."
Yang Ji suddenly laughed and said, he hooked his palm, clang clang clang. Three "Guquan Swords" scattered on the ground rose up one after another and fell into his hand from three directions.
The hand that Yang Ji showed was light and gentle, without any anger. But Meng Shenji's heart sank when he saw it. Yang Ji had never shown this hand when he was with them.
"Hmph! I don't believe how capable you are!"
But soon, Meng Shenji raised his head, his eyes filled with murderous intent.
A fourth-level martial arts "Yang Ji" did improve very quickly and posed a threat to him. But that was all. As the genius disciple favored by the Red Eyebrow Ancestor, Meng Shenji also had his own pride and self-esteem.
Yang Ji's flying sword is indeed powerful, but it will never be more powerful than the secret skill passed down to him by his ancestor!
"Black fire illuminates the world!"
With a loud shout, Meng Shenji suddenly jumped up and turned into a line of green smoke and disappeared instantly. In the sky, a huge "Devil God" danced with six arms, and six flames appeared faintly around it, moving towards Yang with the force of shattering the sky and the earth.
Ji jumped down.
Yang Ji raised his head, and the shadow of the demon god was reflected in his star-black pupils. His mind was spinning rapidly, and what he had seen and learned in the past quickly passed through his mind, and then gathered into one move in his mind.
"The fairy rainbow penetrates the sun!"
Boom!
Time seemed to have stopped, and a sword energy of more than ten feet split the void. Like a white rainbow, it instantly penetrated the huge "six-armed demon" in the sky and cut it off.
The void cracked, the earth shattered, and with a shrill scream, the six-armed demon god in the void was directly killed by Yang Ji with a sword, split into several pieces, and fell down with a roar.
"W-what kind of secret skill is this?... There is no such trick in the Immortal Sword!"
Meng Shenji's face was pale and his lips were pale. He was actually not dead yet. Most of his waist was split open, and his hands and feet were scattered in all directions. Ordinary people would have died long ago after suffering such injuries.
But Yang Ji's sword move was too fast. The overbearing sword energy sealed the wound and took his breath away.
"You actually know about the Immortal Sword?"
Yang Ji walked up to Meng Shenji and was slightly surprised. "Immortal Sword" had a note in the court, and it was not difficult for Meng Shenji to know the name.
But Yang Ji was a little surprised that he could investigate himself to this extent.
"It's normal that this move is not included in Immortal Sword, because it is not in "Immortal Sword" at all, but was just created for you."
Yang Ji sneered.
The appearance of the Black Wind Pirate "Master of the Six Villages" appeared in his mind. When the Wu Palace was bleeding, he was also so sharp and unparalleled.
Yang Ji just made an analogy. After reaching the "Blood Furnace Realm", he integrated the sword-control skills of "Immortal Sword" with the vertical and horizontal sword energy of the Sixth Village Master.
The only difference is that what Yang Ji wields is a "sword" instead of a "knife".
"Since, since...created..."
Meng Shenji murmured on his lips, his eyes were blank, and he was dazed for a while, as if he had been hit by a huge impact. Within a few breaths, his lips turned white, and his body became stiff and motionless.
He could have persisted for a while longer, but the huge psychological impact took away his last breath.
"rest in peace!"
Yang Ji stepped on his head, rolled to the side, and then stepped over.