In the flash of lightning, Yang Ji looked at the cloud of blood above his head, and a thought flashed through his mind.
"Boom!"
A bolt of thunder passed through the hall, and the light and shadow behind Yang Ji changed. In an instant, a huge "dragon turtle" came to life and appeared behind Yang Ji.
Huge majestic eyes, an indestructible tortoise shell like a fortress, a neck as high as a mottled stone, and that kind of prehistoric, ancient aura that comes from the depths of the bones and blood!
This dragon turtle is no longer a phantom, but a lifelike entity made of majestic blood. Everyone will have an illusion when they see it for the first time. This dragon turtle is basically alive and agile.
, the majestic eyes seemed to be looking at something, and they seemed to be expecting something, and they might fly away at any time.
"Baxia?!"
Zhao Hua exclaimed in surprise. The "Ba Xia Fu Tian" fist is his unique skill, and he is very familiar with this boxing technique. But when the Ba Xia Fu Tian Fist is used, the shadows of Ba Xia that appear are all illusions.
Zhao Hua had never remembered that there was such a move in the "Ba Xia Fu Tian" fist, which could actually summon such a lifelike and solid incarnation.
"How can it be?"
Zhao Hua was shocked and lost his temper.
The "Baxia" performed by Yang Ji was something he had never heard of or seen before. I am afraid that such a move was not recorded in the scripture paintings of the Tieguan Sect's Sutra Cave!
Zhao Hua could feel that the body of this tyrant contained terrifying and destructive power. It was much more powerful than any of the tyrannical moves he had ever performed.
In this move, he can't feel any defense, only offense, offense... and pure offense!
Every move of the Baxia Bearing Sky Fist that Zhao Hua has practiced has completely different meanings!
In the main hall, Zhao Hua was not the only one who felt shocked.
"Click!"
The five thin but frightening fingers suddenly retracted. There was a sudden click, leaving five deep fingerprints on the beautiful fine iron handrail, and the entire beast-head handrail was almost pulled off.
"Blood God Martial Arts!"
Wang Tai looked at the huge dragon turtle on the ring in shock and couldn't believe his eyes. "Blood God Martial Arts" is a very advanced secret skill at the martial arts level. It can create something out of nothing, turn the imaginary into reality, and create a real-life creation of blood and energy.
This secret skill has many strict requirements. It must reach the extremely high level of martial arts to learn it. Even Wang Tai does not know this.
The dragon turtle behind Yang Ji is vivid and is not an ordinary illusion at all. This is an ability that only the extremely advanced realm of martial arts can display. Wang Tai is simply unable to do so. Such a profound ability can actually appear in a fifth-level martial arts candidate in the martial arts examination.
On the body.
"How can it be!"
Wang Tai was shocked.
At this moment, on the stage, Yang Ji finally broke out.
"Boom!"
The earth trembled, and Yang Ji and the ancient and powerful dragon beast behind him merged into one. Then he stepped on his feet and carried thousands of air currents up into the void.
"Roar!--"
An ancient, desolate roar came from the depths of the void. The sound waves of this roar roared, penetrating the endless vicissitudes and history, and burst out a voice that had been suppressed for eternity.
This is the roar of the divine beast, the power of the divine beast!
Carrying the people on their backs and supporting the earth is not the wish of the mythical beast. It is a helpless choice. However, there is a time limit for carrying people, and there are limits to support.
When the common people forget and all the beasts play humiliation and no one appreciates this silent kindness and generous gift, even the mythical beasts will be angry.
Ba Xia is a dragon, and carrying all things on his back is a contract and a gift. However, this is not Ba Xia's fate after all. One day, Taishan will collapse. The earth will crack, and Ba Xia will eventually break out of the ground, riding on the wind, thunder and lightning.
, soaring into the sky, letting out the roar of his own divine beast!
"You cannot be bullied if you lie dormant for eternity. You can always wait for you to spread your wings and spread your wings across the world!"
One day, all the beasts, ghosts and gods in the world will know who is the overlord of the world!
——This is the anger of the mythical beast, and it is also the result of Yang Ji’s diligent study over the past few months!
"The Wrath of the Overlord!"
The rumbling sound echoed around, and under the spotlight, Yang Ji finally displayed his unique skill. "Ba Xia Tian Fu Fist", this set of classics and paintings that has been passed down by the Iron Crown School for thousands of years, finally ushered in an unprecedented performance in history.
The ninth trick I’ve ever had!
This is also the first time that a set of shocking secret skills shows its most powerful side in front of everyone!
"Buzz!"
The void shook, the wind was powerful, and the endless light and shadow changes on Yang Ji's body, Baxia raised his head, Baxia swung his tail, Baxia walked across the sea... Baxia Bearing the Sky, from the first to the eighth style, the "Baxia Bearing the Sky Fist"
A total of eight unique moves flashed alternately in the void at an incredible speed, and were finally integrated and evolved into the last move of "Ba Xia Tian Fu Fist" - "Ba Xia's Wrath"!
This punch combines the characteristics of the eight moves, but it is more terrifying than the combined power of the eight moves!
"boom!"
Time flowed, and in front of everyone's eyes, Yang Ji and Ba Xia merged into one, turned into a huge rainbow light, and crashed into the blood cloud in the sky.
This collision broke open the earth, cracked the mountains, and also broke away the blood clouds in the sky above our heads.
"ah!--"
Above the blood cloud, Shi Zhongye was hit by Ba Xia with his head, and he let out an earth-shattering scream. His whole chest collapsed, and the blood in his abdominal cavity was pressed by this terrible force to his limbs and all the pores on his body.
Thick blood burst out from his eyes and ears.
"boom!--"
Under the gaze of countless eyes, Shi Zhongye flew high like a kite with a broken string, passing a distance of dozens of feet, and flew far out of the ring.
"Help!"
Wang Tai waved his palm, and a stream of blood energy flew like a cloud, drifting towards Shi Zhongye's back. At the same time, among the crowd, several high-ranking captains jumped up and rushed towards Shi Zhongye in the sky...
"Brother!"
It was as if someone had slapped him hard in the face. At this moment, looking at the god-like Yang Ji on the ring, Shi Qing's face turned pale.
Failed, still failed!
Even the eldest brother who was ranked 13th in Tianshui County and was extremely powerful was defeated by Yang Ji. At this moment, Shi Qing felt deep despair in his heart.
Why, why is it so difficult to deal with this little guy from Jin'an City?
"boom!"
No one paid attention to Shi Qing's inner voice. Almost at the moment Shi Zhongye flew out, the entire martial arts hall erupted into a burst of cheers.
"Yang Ji!——"
"Yang Ji!——"
…
From all directions, everyone cheered, everyone was in high spirits, and many people even clapped in admiration. This was a real gluttonous feast, from being trapped in the cauldron at the beginning, to breaking out of the cauldron, to the final
Ace Showdown..., this battle conquered many people.
"This is the real strong man, the real genius!"
"I don't know when I will reach this point!"
"Too powerful, too powerful...this martial arts examination is really too powerful!"
…
A pair of eyes looked at Yang Ji on the stage, truly convinced. At this moment, Yang Ji conquered the audience with his own strength.
"Bah bang bang!"
In another corner of the crowd, Zhao Hua looked at Yang Ji on the stage. He clapped his hands vigorously. He held his head high, he bowed his head, he walked across the sea..., he held his head against the sky!
When Yang Ji performed that unique move, no one felt it more deeply than Zhao Hua.
Zhao Hua never thought that "Ba Xia Fu Tian" actually had such a move.
"Senior Brother Zhao, was it really your Baxia Futian Fist that Yang Ji just used?"
On the side, Chen Zhu asked. Such unique knowledge is both shocking and surprising.
"Yes. But that move was his own creation!"
Zhao Hua said.
The crowd in the martial arts hall was boiling, and the enthusiastic cheers made it difficult to hear the voices of the two people close at hand. Zhao Hua turned his head and looked at the figure on the ring, only to feel that the not-so-tall figure suddenly appeared.
His eyes stretched infinitely and became incomparably majestic.
"Junior brother, I, Zhao Hua, seldom convince others, but this time, I really convinced you!"
Zhao Hua said secretly. In a daze, Zhao Hua suddenly realized that without knowing it, Yang Ji was no longer the same Yang Ji he had met before.
He has embarked on a different and more powerful path.
"call!"
On the ring, Yang Ji fell back to the ground. He was panting heavily, but with just one move, Yang Ji was sweating profusely, and his body's blood was also consumed a lot.
"After using it for the first time, it still has many flaws and needs to be revised again in the future."
Yang Ji wiped the sweat from his forehead and thought to himself.
Although this was the first time he used the "Wrath of the Overlord" move, Yang Ji had actually deduced it in his mind and practiced it countless times before. It could be said that he was very familiar with it.
But practice is practice, and reality is reality.
After actually using it, Yang Ji found that this move consumed the spirit, physical strength, and blood to an astonishing level. The dragon turtle phantom that appeared in the void from the first to the eighth move was also a manifestation of this immaturity.
Every newly created move requires a lot of refinement to achieve perfection, and Yang Ji's "Wrath of Overlord" obviously still has a long way to go.
Fortunately, I won this round!
"Yang Ji, congratulations!"
An old, familiar voice came into his ears, and Yang Ji saw a pair of combat boots in his eyes. He raised his head, and Yang Ji saw that the old general Wang Tai had stepped into the ring at some point and walked in front of him.
The audience exclaimed, and Yang Ji quickly bowed and said, "Sir!"
"Haha, no need to be so polite."
Wang Tai smiled, with a mellow and gentle smile: "You have won this round, go down and have a good rest."
As he spoke, he stretched out a palm and patted Yang Ji on the shoulder.
Just as Yang Ji was about to speak, there was a sudden boom, and a strong blood energy surged from Wang Tai's body. This blood energy was extremely dense, and every particle was like metal. Compared with Yang Ji's blood energy, it was as soft as cotton wool.
Same.
Yang Ji was shocked and immediately fell silent.
Wang Tai's blood was strong and powerful, and in just a blink of an eye, lightning traveled throughout Yang Ji's body, eliminating fatigue, restoring physical strength, and smoothing away hidden injuries. In just an instant, Yang Ji felt that he had recovered from the excessive consumption.
Although his blood has not fully recovered, his overall energy and physical strength have recovered a lot.
"Okay. Come on down."
Wang Tai smiled, and without waiting for Yang Ji's answer, he turned around, walked calmly to the edge, and returned to the stand.
Wang Tai helped secretly, and no one in the audience saw through it except Yang Ji himself.
Yang Ji hesitated for a moment, but didn’t say anything after all. Then he left the ring under the warm cheers of everyone. (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster!