The black-clothed assassin's entire face was hidden under the black scarf, and he murmured a cold sentence after a long while.
"Humph! It's useless for you to deny it."
A flash of anger flashed in Wang Zhiyong's eyes, and with a clang, she drew out her long sword and suddenly jumped up, stabbing the black-clothed attacker like a blur of lightning.
boom!
The two people, one white and one black, fought together quickly in the void.
Yang Ji found that compared with the evil spirits, yakshas, and rakshasas he had killed before, Wang Zhiyong's sword power seemed to be suddenly slow and laggy, and there was no amazing momentum. It seemed as if the previous injuries were not healed.
But for some reason, the assassin in black was more wary of her, and his actions were not as decisive, sharp, and domineering as before. There were several obviously good opportunities to make a move, but they were all missed.
"Her power is restrained, and all the blood is contained in the sword, without any leakage. The sharpness and power are even stronger than before."
Yang Ji watched worriedly from behind, and a flash of light flashed in his mind. Of course, Wang Zhiyong's injury could not be healed yet. The Little Holy Word Technique is an ancient Confucian secret skill. This secret skill is actually more powerful in healing injuries than attacking.
Wang Zhiyong could say such words as "Leave it to me". It was obvious that she had completely recovered to the top. She was so angry at being plotted and attacked by the other party that she suppressed her anger and refused to let Yang Ji help.
Yang Ji could feel that she was now using another more powerful secret skill.
"This should be another high-level martial arts stunt, but unfortunately, I can't recognize it at all. And judging from her appearance, she is obviously a little immature in using it. She may not be mature enough."
Yang Ji glanced at Wang Zhiyong's slightly trembling sword tip and thought to himself.
Wang Zhiyong's level is obviously not as high as that of the Wuzong-level assassin in black, so logically there should be no threat to her at all. But Yang Ji knew it well. Neither of these two people can simply deduce based on common sense.
The assassin in black is very powerful, and the evil energy he emits is extremely destructive and destructive. But Wang Zhiyong is also frighteningly powerful with swordsmanship.
Those evil spirits, yakshas, and rakshasas would die as soon as they touched her sword energy, and they would be destroyed from within, turning into thousands of rotten pieces of flesh and falling down.
Being hit by a sword like this, it can be imagined that even Wuzong would be in great danger.
This is no longer the scope of martial arts that Yang Ji has come into contact with. If he didn't have the Hand of Death, the Little Holy Word, and twelve high-level flying swords, Yang Ji might not even be qualified to intervene in this battle.
"Senior Sister Wang and this black-clad assassin, both of them have very different identities."
Yang Ji looked at the two people and sighed in his heart.
Those who can survive in the underworld are not ordinary people. Yang Ji has a feeling that the identity of these two people is no worse than that of Yang Xuanlan, the evil prince.
The battle ahead became more and more dangerous. The assassin in black used his ghostly body skills to keep wandering around, trying to find Wang Zhiyong's flaws. But Wang Zhiyong's movements became slower and slower. They became heavier and heavier, as if the tip of the sword was dragging a mountain peak.
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Yang Ji did not intervene rashly, but was constantly observing the flaws in the black-clothed assassin's movement and movements. This black-clothed assassin was absolutely the best among the best, regardless of body technique, reaction, martial arts, fighting skills...
, all of them are otherworldly and wonderful. It is not easy to find his flaws.
But for Yang Ji, this is by no means impossible.
"found it!"
At the moment when the attacker in black used his body skills to get to Wang Zhiyong's side and focused all his mental energy on Wang Zhiyong, Yang Ji suddenly burst into flames.
"boom!"
A bright light flashed in Yang Ji's eyes. The man and the sword merged into one and rose up from the ground. The moment the black-clothed assassin flawlessly paid attention to him, it turned into a dazzling sky-shattering white rainbow and flew towards the black-clothed assassin.
When masters fight, every second counts!
The assassin in black was fighting one against two, facing himself and Wang Zhiyong at the same time. When he dealt with Wang Zhiyong, he was completely focused and made no mistakes. But this also meant that he was facing another person who could threaten him.
I actually got distracted.
——This is something that should never happen. Obviously, although he has paid more attention to Yang Ji, he still does not subconsciously regard Yang Ji as an enemy worthy of his attention.
"Boom!"
The air exploded, and the earth shook. The black-clothed assassin had previously shown extremely superb killing skills, but now Yang Ji also showed another incomparable fighting skill in front of him.
Yang Jisi thought carefully about this sword. After thousands of calculations in his mind, everything from the black-clothed assassin's attack, to him walking around Wang Zhiyong's side, to Wang Zhiyong's reaction, to his reaction... everything
After thousands of calculations, it has been streamlined to the extreme.
Boom, when the black-clothed assassin came around to Wang Zhiyun's side again, Yang Jiren swung his sword, and like a comet that was brighter than the sun, swept across the sky, and instantly appeared in front of the black-clothed assassin, at an incredible speed.
"Buzz!"
The moment Yang Ji's sword appeared in front of him out of thin air, even with the calmness and rationality of the black-clothed assassin, his mind was shaken, and the tight Qi movement immediately changed, causing ripples to appear.
"good chance!"
Wang Zhiyong's eyes flashed, and she immediately seized the rare opportunity. With a roar, the blood furnace roared, and the extremely sharp blood spurted out like the Yangtze River and the sea, turning into a shocking sword like a mountain.
"Hand of Death!"
"Nine swords in one!"
"King Kong Puppet!"
…
At the same time, Yang Ji launched a shocking attack. The mountain-like hand of death and nine yellow dragon swords roared out. At the same time, he summoned a Vajra puppet to stand in front of him, and cooperated with Wang Zhiyong to attack the black-clothed assassin like a storm.
The master's reaction and intuition were extraordinary and extremely fast. Although Yang Ji and Wang Zhiyong had never cooperated before, the attack they jointly launched at this moment was very clear and incomparable.
"Damn it!"
The black-clothed assassin was startled at first, and then became furious. With a roar, like thousands of steel rolling and roaring, the evil energy in the black-clothed assassin came roaring out.
In the overwhelming torrent of evil energy, endless blood-breaking poisonous needles poured down on Yang Ji and Wang Zhiyong like a downpour.
These poisonous needles covered the sky and blocked out the sun. Wherever they passed, even the space was blurred.
"This guy used his poisonous needle trick again!"
Yang Ji's pupils shrank, and his heart was filled with fear. This poisonous needle was extremely powerful, as sharp as a flying sword, but even more vicious.
Yang Jike does not have the body of a martial artist, so there is currently no solution to this vicious stunt except using the King Kong Puppet to block it.
"Sister, be careful!"
"Yang Ji, be careful!"
In an emergency, the two of them shouted loudly almost at the same time.
Faced with the overwhelming drizzle and the endless drizzle, Yang Ji only had time to quickly move a Vajra puppet in front of Wang Zhiyong. At the same time, he shrank his limbs, huddled up, and shrank behind the other Vajra puppet. He tried his best to move the Vajra puppet in front of him.
The area of the body that is attacked.
Ding ding ding!
The sound of dense metal collisions like raindrops resounded through the void. Both Yang Ji and Wang Zhiyong were shocked. Yang Ji had seen the power of these blood-breaking poisonous needles, while Wang Zhiyong had directly suffered from them.
However, Yang Ji was not idle either. While his body curled up into a ball, Yang Ji's mental power expanded to the limit and he also launched a counterattack.
"Boom!"
The earth shook and the sky shook. Yang Ji's huge hand of death was pressing down like a mountain. At the same time, the nine yellow dragon swords seemed to be alive, as flexible as nine dragons, stabbing the black-clothed attacker endlessly from all directions.
And several of the flying swords pierced the special parts of the black-clothed swordsman's eyes, ears, and mouth. The Wu Zong's body was extremely powerful, but no matter how powerful it was, it could not protect the eyes, mouth, and other places.
And this is Yang Ji's opportunity.
"court death!"
The assassin in black was furious, and evil energy was erupting all over his body. The black evil energy erupted like a huge wave. With a loud bang, Yang Ji's flying sword flew away.
However, the black-clothed assassin obviously still has Yang Ji's sword skills. Yang Ji's sword skills may not be as sharp as the two of them, but in terms of flexibility, the unique skills of the "Sword Code" passed down from ancient times are far beyond them.
laugh!
With a flash of light, a bunch of green hair on the left side of the black-clothed assassin was cut off and fell down, and a bloody groove appeared on the left side of his face exposed outside the black scarf.
"You do not know how to live or die. If you dare to interfere in my affairs, I will kill you first and then this woman!"
The black-clothed assassin's eyes were ferocious, and surging murderous intent shot out like a tidal wave.
Assassins have a strict creed, prioritize their goals, complete the mission and then worry about the rest. Rarely would they ignore their goals and deal with other people, unless the other party seriously threatens their mission.
He originally didn't pay much attention to this disciple of the sect who didn't know where he came from. But when things developed now, he had to correct his ideas again and again.
——If I don't kill this kid who keeps causing trouble, I'm afraid it will be difficult for me to complete the task of killing Wang Zhiyong.
"boom!"
Within a radius of ten feet, the assassin in black instantly disappeared from Yang Ji's sight.
"Careful, let me come!"
Wang Zhiyong's face changed slightly, and without thinking too much, the white shadow flashed out from behind Yang Ji's majestic King Kong puppet. With a boom, the shadow flashed, and Wang Zhiyong disappeared in an instant like lightning.
"Boom!"
The wind howled and was as powerful as an arrow. Not far from Yang Ji, Wang Zhiyong and the assassin in black were like powerful ships facing each other, violently colliding with each other.
Boom, there was only an earth-shaking loud noise, and within a radius of dozens of feet, the air exploded, like a mountain falling and the earth cracking. Only two muffled groans were heard, and Wang Zhiyong and the assassin in black were drowned in the violent storm of blood-breaking poisonous needles almost at the same time.
middle.
Yang Ji, who was standing within a few feet, was also affected by the strong wind of poisonous needles.
"Little Holy Word Technique!"
"Nine swords in one!"
…
It was too late to say, but it was so fast. There was no time to think about it in the flash of lightning. Yang Ji stretched out his hand and another milky white light beam fell from the sky. At the moment when Wang Zhiyong's breath suddenly weakened, it fell on her in time.
At the same time, Yang Ji's nine-handled Yellow Dragon Sword was like a flying fish entering the sea. In the violent drizzle, it moved in the opposite direction with incredible flexibility, penetrated the strong wind, and stabbed the black-clad attacker.
"laugh!"
Amid the violent energy, the attacker in black had a stern gaze and was about to take action. Suddenly his ears relaxed, and the black scarf covering his face suddenly fell down.
The attacker in black was shocked and turned pale. He reached out to hold the black scarf in his busy schedule. When he discovered that Wang Zhiyong had recovered as before, she looked as if she had been hit hard and was extremely pale.
The assassin's disguise is the assassin's biggest secret and greatest asset. Although it is just a face covering and a black robe, without this layer of identity, the assassin's identity is exposed, which means that he will be exposed to the sun and lose his identity.
Without all cover, death is not far away.
The scarf on his face was cut off by Yang Ji, and he couldn't tie it up again. And that strange white light saved Wang Zhiyong twice in a row.
Without killing that kid, the operation can no longer proceed at all.
In the lightning flash, the assassin in black's eyes flickered, hesitating in his heart, weighing and weighing again and again, and finally flew out with a swish before Wang Zhiyong took action, and immediately reached twenty feet away in a flash.
"Boy, I don't care which sect you are from or what your status is. If you meddle in other people's affairs and meddle in other people's affairs, you will always have to pay the price. - You'd better pray never to leave him!"
A cold voice came from afar. This was the longest and most words Yang Ji had heard him say since the attack. It was obvious that he was extremely annoyed.
Whizzing!
The assassin in black moved very quickly, reaching a thousand feet away in the blink of an eye. Yang Ji didn't know how he did it. With a twist of the air, he immediately disappeared from the sight of the two of them like a ghost. (To be continued.)
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