Unable to defeat Yang Ji several times, Yang Xuanlan's aura changed, his strength rose up out of thin air, and a majestic coercion radiated into the void. Yang Xuanlan finally used the powerful martial arts he learned from Taiyuan Palace.
study.
"Buzz!"
The void shook, light and shadow intertwined, and a huge green-armored god, as majestic as a prison, descended into the void again, making Yang Xuanlan's figure look majestic and powerful.
Without the slightest hesitation, Yang Xuanlan formed a seal with his hands and instantly punched out.
"Boom!"
The Tianhe poured out and the Milky Way rushed. Yang Ji felt the sky darken, and a strong sense of crisis suddenly arose in his heart, just like a humble ant facing the giant palm of a god.
Without any hesitation, Yang Ji thought about it and immediately used his biggest trump card to challenge Yang Xuanlan this time:
"Hand of death!"
Boom!
With a flash of light, it was like a huge stone thrown into a lake. The air within tens of feet around Yang Ji vibrated, causing thousands of ripples.
From Yang Ji's sleeve, there was a whooshing sound, and a hard, thick and mysterious hand suddenly came out. It swung in the air and surged tenfold, turning into a huge, vast, ancient hand as big as a mountain peak, and suddenly slapped it.
And almost at the same time, light and shadow gathered in the sky, and a giant green palm with five thick fingers, like rocks, wrapped with destructive power, fell towards Yang Ji's head with the force of a mountain.
As the three people watched, the two palms moved up and down, violently hitting each other.
"Boom!"
There was just a loud noise, and when Yang Xuanlan's giant cyan god's hand transformed by his supreme skills touched Yang Ji's "hand of death", it seemed to be greatly corroded, and it fell apart like limestone in an instant.
, turned into powder.
"!!!"
Yang Xuanlan was shocked. A few dozen feet away, Bai Wuji was even more stunned.
"How can it be!"
Bai Wuji exclaimed in his heart. He couldn't believe this result. Yang Xuanlan was a newly promoted martial artist, the Chaoyang Prince Consort of Taiyuan Mansion, and a powerful man at the level of Wuzong.
Bai Wuji simply couldn't believe that Yang Xuanlan would be defeated by the unknown Yang Ji.
"Hand of the Witch Clan!"
A voice sounded in the void, and Yang Xuanlan's expression changed slightly. He uttered a name in his mouth, and his expression became much more solemn.
Buzz! A shadow hit his face. After Yang Ji's death hand broke Yang Xuanlan's Void Seal, the remaining force continued to spread towards Yang Xuanlan.
"boom!"
Yang Xuanlan shook his right fist, the void shook, and a majestic Wu Zong blood burst out of his body. After touching Yang Ji's death hand, his robe swayed, and he stepped back like lightning to distance himself.
Then just after he had retreated a few feet, his expression changed, and without thinking, he punched out with his backhand.
laugh!
There was a sound of cracking silk, and the flying sword that was originally aimed at Yang Xuanlan's heart was deflected in the air and passed by Yang Xuanlan.
Yang Xuanlan's bright red robe, as bright as blood, was torn open with a sneer like paper. First, there was a very thin blood mark on his exposed left shoulder. Then a trace of blood gushes out.
"Yang Ji!"
Yang Xuanlan's pupils shrank and he looked at the torn red robe on his body. Looking at Yang Ji in the distance, crazy murderous intent suddenly surged in his eyes.
This big red robe was the uniform he wore for his newly promoted high school martial arts examination and was rewarded by the imperial court. It had the ability to be invulnerable to fire and water, and invulnerable to swords and guns. Yang Xuanlan always cherished it very much. But this time it was destroyed in the hands of Yang Ji.
"Whoosh!"
Not far away, Yang Ji made a move with his palm, and the "bloodthirsty sword" in the air was as flexible as a dragon. It made several circles back and forth in the air, and then landed on his palm.
Looking at the trace of blood on the blade, Yang Ji felt relief and joy that he had never experienced before.
This was the first time he hurt Yang Xuanlan, and it was also the first official counterattack against Yang Xuanlan and the Yang family after leaving Ping'an City.
Although it was just a trace of blood, for Yang Ji, it was the beginning of formal revenge.
From being passively suppressed, running away in panic like a bereaved dog, to now stabbing Yang Xuanlan with a sword and standing upright in front of Yang Xuanlan and the Yang family.
This is a qualitative change.
"The hand of the witch clan, the blood-breaking sword... I never thought you could get these ancient things. Yang Ji, you really got a lot of good things from the Cave Scripture paintings?"
Yang Xuanlan narrowed his pupils, his cold eyes cutting to the bone.
Yang Ji's sword successfully stabbed his arm, but it also successfully aroused the ferocious beast in his heart.
It doesn't matter clan, bloodline, kindness... At this moment, Yang Xuanlan only had one thought in his mind, kill him!
"The hand of the Witch Clan..."
Yang Ji's expression changed slightly, and he immediately realized that with Yang Xuanlan's knowledge of martial arts, the Dongtian Sutra painting might not necessarily be hidden from him.
I stayed in the Cave Heaven Scripture Painting for ten hours, and he stayed outside for more than three hours. This is enough to explain the problem.
"I don't know what the hand of the witch clan is..., but I know one thing. The three days of separation are very impressive. Yang Xuanlan, you didn't expect it today!"
Yang Ji stared at Yang Xuanlan's cracked shoulder.
Only a little blood flowed, and the wound on Yang Xuanlan's shoulder was healed. Yang Ji secretly thought it was a pity. He had expected that this sword could reach at least half a foot and cut off Yang Xuanlan's bones.
But the reality is far from that. Looking at the wound alone, it is obvious that it is only a very superficial injury, and the muscles are not even torn.
This kind of injury alone is difficult to cause fatal damage. Even if Yang Ji smeared Xiao Ji's venom on the sword, it would not have the expected effect.
Yang Xuanlan only needs to cut off a little muscle on the surface to prevent the venom from spreading.
However, being able to cause damage to Yang Xuanlan's Wuzong body is already a huge improvement. This step alone is much more powerful than all the weapons Yang Ji had before.
Yang Ji knew full well that this did not necessarily mean that the "Bloodthirsty Sword" only had such an effect on Yang Xuanlan. The bigger reason was the strength gap between himself and Yang Xuanlan.
Yang Xuanlan is a seventh-level martial artist. The muscles and meridians in his body are extremely dense, and the density is far stronger than that of other warriors. He also has an instant blood energy shield.
It is unrealistic to rely on the sword energy of the "Bloodthirsty Sword" to cut through Wu Zong's body as easily as cutting tofu.
Not far away, when I heard Yang Ji's words, Yang Xuanlan's face didn't change much.
"Hmph! You are too confident, so what if you get the hand of the witch clan and the blood-breaking sword? I want to see how much skill you have in using these powerful magic weapons!"
Yang Ji said coldly.
"Boom!"
As soon as the voice fell, with a clang, Yang Xuanlan pulled out a soft sword from his waist, then jumped up. Amidst the roaring wind, he took the initiative to attack Yang Ji again.
Yang Xuanlan was by no means a master of swordsmanship, let alone a master of swordsmanship. This soft sword was just used by him to deal with Yang Ji's big hand of death.
This big hand of death is full of strange power, which can corrode and destroy the blood of warriors. This is definitely not Yang Ji's own power, but the ancient power contained in this big hand of the witch clan.
It is definitely not a good idea to come into direct contact with the secret arts, and even one's own blood and energy will be eroded and polluted. The best way is to use third-party weapons to break the direct connection and use blood and energy to consume each other.
——Even in the midst of rage, he still maintains his calmness, wisdom and judgment. This is the strength of Yang Xuanlan as a strong man!
On the other side, Yang Ji's face changed slightly, and his heart was shaken sharply.
Yang Xuanlan's judgment was correct. The "Hand of Death" was so powerful that it could even break his Void Seal.
But the more powerful something is, the greater the cost of using it is.
The result of Yang Ji using it to compete with a strong martial artist was that a large amount of blood in his body was consumed. Even far beyond the normal moves.
Such intense consumption cannot last long at Yang Ji's current state.
The strong wind blew against his face, and Yang Ji didn't have time to think about it. With a sharp roar, he fiercely summoned the "power of the fire demon" in his body. With a roar, he once again turned into a blazing fire demon and soared into the sky.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Hundreds of torrents of flames burned in the void, and Yang Ji and Yang Xuanlan turned into two blurry afterimages fighting fiercely in the air.
The area within a hundred feet around the two people was razed to the ground, and all the vegetation was reduced to ashes. The exposed stones even burned out into green smoke.
Flying swords, air gun skills, diamond puppets, Yin Fire and Yang Talisman, weapons..., the two fought with all their strength. Both of them have the ability to "fist first" and launch dozens of attacks every moment.
Every attack from Yang Xuanlan made Yang Ji's energy and blood boil, and even the fire of the demon outside his body dimmed a lot. And Yang Xuanlan was not much better.
Yang Ji's strength has greatly increased this time. Whether it is the bloodthirsty sword or the hand of death, it is enough to pose a threat to him.
In particular, Yang Ji's swordsmanship was incredibly flexible, and his position was even more tricky, as if someone else was controlling it, so Yang Xuanlan had to be extra careful.
The soft sword in the hand must also hit Yang Ji's death hand without any negligence.
"No more!"
The storm of blood and fire swept across all directions. Yang Ji looked at Yang Xuanlan opposite, and a thought flashed in his mind. Yang Xuanlan's hair was messy, his expression was far less calm than before, and his aura was also weakened, and he was not as powerful as before.
But his strength declined faster.
Yang Xuanlan was right. Although the Hand of Death could deal with him and even pose a great threat, with his current state, he simply could not afford the huge consumption of the Hand of Death.
After only using it a few times, Yang Ji felt that his chest was rising and falling in disorder, and his breathing was a little loose. If this situation continues, he doesn't know whether Yang Xuanlan will be defeated, but before that, he may not be able to support it in the first place.
Living.
Thoughts flashed through Yang Ji's mind, and he soon came up with the idea of retreating. "If you keep the green hills, you won't have to worry about running out of firewood." This battle with Yang Xuanlan has tested a lot of things.
At least, let him know that he is not someone he can knead and flatten at will!
What's more important is that this big hand of death was temporarily taken out for rough sacrifice in order to deal with Yang Xuanlan.
With this level of power alone, Yang Xuanlan still cannot be defeated. (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster!