"Hahaha……"
Hearing this remark, Yang Ji laughed angrily and his blood surged upwards.
Yang Xuanlan said nicely and spared his life. But his martial arts skills were ruined, his muscles and veins were broken, and he couldn't take care of himself. Living like that was simply a kind of torture.
Those in the Yang family would never miss this opportunity to humiliate him and torture him.
Yang Xuanlan didn't want to spare his life, he simply wanted to make his life worse than death!
"What a benevolent person!"
Yang Ji stared at Yang Xuanlan fiercely and said with an angry smile:
"Abandoning martial arts, shattering the meridians, and being kept in captivity like animals, Yang Xuanlan, is this your benevolence? I, Yang Ji, do not care about your charity. The weak eat the strong, and the winner is the king and the loser is the enemy. If I lose, I will kill or cut you to pieces.
,Why bother to say more?!"
"It seems that you are really stubborn and hopeless."
Yang Xuanlan shook his head and remained calm:
"If that's the case, then you can't blame me!"
As soon as the voice fell, Yang Xuanlan's originally peaceful eyes suddenly turned cold and turned into a forbidding sight.
"boom!"
Without the slightest hesitation, Yang Xuanlan closed his palm and clenched it suddenly. And almost at the same time, the giant cyan fist wrapping Yang Ji in the void also contracted.
"The Wrath of the Overlord!"
It was too late, but it was soon! The moment Yang Xuanlan's eyes turned cold and his right hand clenched tightly, the blood furnace in Yang Ji's body roared.
The ear-piercing sound shook the void, almost piercing one's eardrums.
"Buzz!"
Without the slightest hesitation, Yang Ji unleashed the most powerful move in the "Ba Xia Futian Fist", "Ba Xia's Wrath". Yang Ji's "Ba Xia's Wrath" has not been completely perfected yet, and is still extremely blood-consuming.
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Yang Ji did not use this secret skill, firstly because "Wrath of the Overlord" could not defeat Yang Xuanlan in one move, and secondly because he was worried that the blood energy would be consumed too much after using it.
But at this time, I no longer care about so much.
"Boom!"
The void shook violently, and blood flowed like a tide. Yang Ji displayed the "Wrath of Overlord" while communicating with the incomplete scriptures and paintings in his arms.
Just hearing a bang, a huge dragon turtle came to life in the void. It expanded violently outwards. Hundreds of majestic torrents of blood burst out from Yang Ji's body.
Yang Xuanlan's such a powerful "Void Seal" actually became slightly loose when hit by Yang Ji's most powerful Baxia's Wrath.
"court death!"
Seeing this scene, Yang Xuanlan's eyes turned cold and he became furious. With a bang, the five fingers of his right hand suddenly accelerated and contracted.
"Boom!"
The sky collapsed and the earth collapsed. Countless blue torrents of destruction were like giant dragons, rushing and roaring. They drew arcs in the air, rolled back, and crashed into Yang Ji in the center. That kind of power was like a mountain.
It will also turn into ashes.
"Life and death depend on this!"
In mid-air, Yang Ji's whole body collapsed, and blood rushed to his face, which was bright red. His clothes were torn, and he was holding the incomplete scripture painting in one hand.
The most critical time has arrived.
Now, Yang Ji has no retreat. He can only place his hope on this mysterious incomplete sutra painting. As long as he can resist one move as planned, there is still hope for his escape.
As long as he successfully escapes from this area and drills into the earth, he can use the shallow groundwater to escape this disaster.
"Fight!"
Yang Ji gritted his teeth. With a cruel heart, he sent all his mental energy like a violent wave into the incomplete scripture painting in his hand.
Yang Ji not only hoped that the incomplete scriptures and paintings could absorb all of Yang Xuanlan's blood, but as long as half of it was absorbed, that would be enough.
"Boom!"
The wind blew violently, and the earth was shocked. Those destructive dragons finally fell. Yang Ji's heart was also extremely tight.
"Buzz!"
The next moment, something unexpected happened to everyone. The torrent of blood and energy that destroyed the world hit the incomplete scripture painting. In a flash of light, Yang Ji suddenly disappeared.
"!!!"
Yang Xuanlan's eyelids were twitching wildly. He couldn't believe his eyes. Whoa, his robe swayed. The moment Yang Ji disappeared, Yang Xuanlan appeared below almost instantly.
"How can it be?"
Yang Xuanlan clenched his fingers, and the veins on the back of his hand jumped wildly.
Gone, gone!
Yang Ji actually disappeared out of thin air.
"What about the boy?"
As soon as the light flashed, Bai Wuji rushed over, his eyes wide open, and he was even more surprised than Yang Xuanlan. The moment Yang Ji disappeared, blood flowed in the void. Because his sight was blocked, Bai Wuji could not see very clearly.
"Did he escape to the ground?"
Bai Wuji moved with a swish, flying all over the place, trying to find traces of Yang Ji. Yang Ji was suppressed underground by Yang Xuanlan and then forcibly taken out.
Logically speaking, it should be impossible for him to escape now.
But the facts are there, Yang Ji cannot disappear out of thin air. Unless he can burrow into the ground again!
"No need to look for it!"
Yang Xuanlan stood there motionless, his face was gloomy, and countless thoughts were flashing in the depths of his pupils.
Yang Ji's disappearance was so shocking, it was simply impossible.
But he did it!
Yang Xuanlan recalled all the previous scenes frame by frame in his mind. Even the Battle of Long Street and the performance of Yang Ji he observed came to mind one by one.
It is impossible for Yang Ji to disappear out of thin air, let alone escape.
Yang Xuanlan knew this very well.
The picture was fixed on a flash of light in the void, and a torrent of blood that suddenly disappeared out of thin air. Yang Xuanlan's eyebrows jumped, and he understood something in a daze.
It's just that this idea is so shocking.
This shocked him even more than Yang Ji disappearing out of thin air.
"I know how he left."
Yang Xuanlan suddenly spoke. Although he tried his best to maintain his previous calmness and composure, there was still a slight tremor in his voice.
Bai Wuji looked at Yang Xuanlan with a look of concern in his eyes.
"If I'm not wrong, he probably has a scroll of Cave Scripture paintings on him!"
Yang Xuanlan said in a deep voice.
"ah!!"
Bai Wuji blurted out and exclaimed, his shoulders were obviously shaken, and his eyes showed a look of shock: "But how is it possible?"
"I also know it's impossible. But it's probably the case."
Yang Xuanlan said in a deep voice.
How could he not know that this idea was shocking and unbelievable. It is simply unbelievable that a little Zhou Tian warrior actually has the "Dongtian Sutra Painting" that martial arts practitioners dream of.
But the blood energy disappeared out of thin air, the flashing light group in mid-air, and Yang Ji's ghostly disappearance... Everything. Only this can explain it.
This is also consistent with the situation of the legendary Dongtian Sutra paintings.
"But how is that possible?"
Bai Wuji's heart was in turmoil. He was born in a holy place like Mount Paektu. In addition to his endless martial arts knowledge, he also had the advantage of having a higher vision than ordinary people.
To be continued...