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Chapter two hundred and fiftieth again into the tiger's mouth

Yang Ji was like a stone, rolling in the air. Every moment, thousands of forces were tearing at Yang Ji, trying to throw him into the air or to a higher altitude.

When the Gangsha is over, if you fall from a high altitude, you will definitely be shattered into pieces - just like the danger that the leader of the Six Villages of Black Wind Pirates faced above Pingchuan City.

Escape with the help of Gangsha's power is far more dangerous than imagined. The blood in Yang Ji's body is rapidly decreasing. He doesn't know how long this wave of Gangsha will last. Yang Ji is not sure whether the assassin in black will catch up.

I don't know how far he will chase him. The best way now is to use the blow of Gangsha as much as possible to float away from this place.

"Sister Wang, can you still hold on?"

Yang Ji said loudly. His voice was quickly disrupted by the strong wind. He grabbed Wang Zhiyong's arm tightly. Wang Zhiyong was struggling to adapt to the turbulent flow in mid-air.

Her body was jolting rapidly, sinking and floating, as if she would fall down at any time. Her analysis and computing capabilities were far inferior to Yang Ji's, and her calculation, analysis and adaptability to the Gangsha turbulence were far less powerful than Yang Ji's.

As a result, Yang Ji had to constantly adjust his body's posture, center of gravity and direction to balance the impact of Wang Zhiyong's body bumps.

This greatly increased the consumption of Yang Ji's mental energy. Even with Yang Ji's ability, his face gradually turned pale and he looked very strenuous.

"I can still hold on. Yang Ji, if you can't hold on anymore, let go!"

Wang Zhiyong said loudly. She looked sideways at Yang Ji, with deep worry in her eyes. She did not have the ability as powerful as Yang Ji. She could constantly adjust her posture and center of gravity to adapt to the ever-changing turbulence of the Gangsha.

But this does not prevent her from realizing how dangerous this method is.

The higher you go, the greater the airflow and the more turbulence. The impact, corrosion and damage of the Gangsha are more severe. The impact of the Gangsha is far more severe where the two of you are than on the ground.

Every moment is equivalent to facing attacks from more than a dozen or even more warriors. With their health conditions, the two of them will definitely not be able to hold on for long.

"Don't worry,...the wind speed gets faster the higher you go. Our current speed is much faster than running on the ground...As long as we persist for a while, we will reach the edge of Gangsha, and then we can escape smoothly."

The strong wind poured into his mouth, and Yang Ji spoke intermittently. But he still spoke clearly and accurately. A huge force was pulling Wang Zhiyong to the other side, and Yang Ji had to use force to pull Wang Zhiyong closer to him.

It was pitch black in all directions, neither the sky nor the earth could be seen. The two of them were like dead leaves in the autumn wind, drifting in the wind, drifting with the current.

Yang Ji listened for a while, but there was only the sound of the whistling wind. The black-clothed assassins and the others had long since disappeared. The huge beast from the underworld, Aguro, seemed to have been left far behind.

Yang Ji turned his head downwards, but it was as if he were facing an abyss. He could see nothing but darkness. Being thrown down several times by the Gangsha turbulence, Yang Ji could not estimate the exact height from the ground.

Yang Ji felt deeply tired, not physically or mentally, but mentally tired. This risky move was far from as easy as it seemed.

Yang Ji must record every turbulent flow at every moment to calculate their direction, strength, momentum provided, and possible changes after impact with the body.

This is even more taxing on the mind than a war.

There were ups and downs along the way. Yang Ji added two Little Holy Words in succession, and the light of the pen of benevolence and righteousness became even dimmer.

I don’t know how long it took. Maybe it was a quarter of an hour, maybe it was a longer time. Yang Ji pulled Wang Zhiyong. Suddenly his body shook, and he obviously felt that his body sank a little, and dropped a lot.

"We're almost at the edge of the Gangsha."

Yang Ji's heart moved and he immediately understood. The wind force under his body was weakening, and the support provided by it was also weakening. It was obvious that the two of them had drifted a long distance and reached the edge area where the power of Gang Sha was slightly weaker.

"I don't know where this is."

A curious thought flashed through Yang Ji's mind. Wang Zhiyong once mentioned that there are several dangerous areas nearby, and these places cannot be approached at will.

Yang Ji was not familiar with the underworld and didn't know where it was. But he couldn't care less about it now.

"Yang Ji, are we leaving soon?"

Wang Zhiyong's tired voice came from her ears, with a hint of hope. She had now completely given up control of her body and allowed Yang Ji to adjust.

It's just that without the lantern of Hades, wandering in the tyrannical underworld, ups and downs, is definitely not a comfortable thing.

"too crazy……"

A thought flashed through Wang Zhiyong's mind. Looking back, this adventure was really incredible. In the past, she would never have imagined that she would do such a crazy thing. However, a smile appeared on Wang Zhiyong's lips.

"There's still a little while, we should be fine."

Yang Ji said loudly. He secretly calculated in his heart that at least hundreds of miles have passed since he jumped into the Gangsha layer. Even if the assassin in black brought the giant beast from the underworld, he might not be able to catch up.

——The wind speed of Gangsha is extremely fast, but warriors have a difficult time in it, and their speed is greatly affected. This is what Yang Ji had calculated before taking action.

"Ten, nine, eight..."

Yang Ji kept calculating the time to jump off the Gangsha layer. Suddenly, Wang Zhiyong's surprised voice came to his ears:

"Yang Ji, did you hear anything?"

"ah?"

Yang Ji was startled, and listened carefully, but could hear nothing but the whistling of the wind. It was also dark in front of his eyes, and the Gangsha had not dissipated. He could not see anything until he landed on the ground and left the edge of the Gangsha range.

Got something.

"No. I didn't hear anything."

Yang Ji shook his head and denied it. He really didn't hear anything.

"Oh, maybe I heard wrong."

Wang Zhiyong hesitated and muttered to herself. Unlike Yang Ji, she did not need to control her body or constantly calculate the turbulence and wind force, so she felt relatively calm.

Just now, she felt as if she heard something, a very familiar sound. But when she listened carefully, there was nothing. For a moment, Wang Zhiyong was not sure.

"Hey!——"

Just when Wang Zhiyong was relaxing, suddenly another high-pitched voice came. This time Yang Ji also heard it, and he was shocked, and his hair almost stood up:

"Flying Yaksha!"

The surrounding turbulence roared, and all sounds were greatly affected. The reason why Yang Ji could hear Feitian Yaksha's voice was not because he heard it when he was hiding in this desolate land. But because, - this voice was just right.

Passing through the strong wind, it rushed toward them.

"What's going on? Could it be that we ran back to the deserted land?"

Yang Ji was so surprised that his whole body collapsed tightly. But before he had time to think about it, Yang Ji had already heard the violent sound of wings vibrating. This beast seemed to be able to shuttle against the evil spirit.

"Senior Sister Wang, get ready!——"

Yang Ji said loudly. You can still think of ways on the ground, but in mid-air, you are no match for these beasts.

"Three, two, one..."

Yang Ji nervously reported the number, and at the same time he kept calculating the turbulence under him. At the moment when he counted to one, there was a roar, turbulence splashed everywhere, and a pair of huge claws, like iron hooks, pierced the darkness. He suddenly moved toward the two sides.

Someone caught him.

Yang Ji had never seen such feet before, they looked like human beings. But they had talons like eagles, and the body was covered with thin scales, giving people the feeling of being destructive and powerful.

A feeling of extreme danger suddenly arose in Yang Ji's heart.

"Damn it!"

Yang Ji cursed loudly, and flicked the long sword behind him with a roar. It turned into a dazzling white sword energy and slashed hard:

"Sister, jump quickly!"

The moment the sword energy hit the giant claw, Yang Ji heard a violent sound of gold and iron in his ears, as if what was hit was not flesh and blood, but gold and iron, and Yang Ji felt a powerful shock come over him.

"How can it be so hard?"

Yang Ji felt a huge shock. This was his first time fighting the flying Yaksha from the underworld. The hard feeling was simply unbelievable.

Yang Ji's flying sword is of extremely high level and can cut off even the black-skinned Rakshasa with one sword. But the flying Yaksha is at least twenty times harder than the Black Sky Yaksha. It is even stronger than the giant beast of the underworld, Aguro.

.

Although its skin and muscles are not that thick, their density and toughness are far superior to those of Aguro, let alone Wuzong!

Yang Ji finally understood why Wang Zhiyong was so afraid of Feitian Yaksha.

"boom!"

Yang Ji turned around and went to inspect the results of the battle without any flaws. He stepped forward and took advantage of the downward turbulent wind under his body to jump towards the ground.

"boom!"

A solid feeling came from under the feet, and the moment he landed, the wind roared in his ears, and another pair of huge claws stabbed through the gangsha, and with lightning speed, they grabbed Yang Ji.

"Two! How is that possible?..."

Yang Ji exclaimed, his whole face changed. Without any time to think, a majestic white sword energy burst out of Yang Ji's hand in the flash of lightning, and boom! The fire splashed everywhere, and Yang Ji was knocked back by a strong force.

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"The immortal changes his shadow!"

Yang Ji's figure twisted, turned into an afterimage, appeared out of thin air more than ten feet away, and dodged the blow.

"Hey!——"

"Hey!——"

There were screams one after another, approaching rapidly, and the vibration of the wings was as loud as a giant cowhide drum, shaking even the evil spirit away.

"Boom!"

In just a blink of an eye, the airflow exploded, shocking the world. Just above the heads of Yang Ji and Wang Zhiyong, several huge black shadows shattered the void and fell down.

One head, two heads, three heads... five heads!

The five-headed flying yaksha stretched its wings, like a hungry tiger pouncing on food, and rushed towards Yang Ji and Wang Zhiyong. Those sharp eyes were as piercing as the stars, flashing with bursts of cold light.

"ah!"

Wang Zhiyong exclaimed in surprise, and the two people's expressions turned pale.

The Flying Yaksha is powerful and feeds on evil spirits, Yakshas, ​​and Rakshasa. It is already difficult to deal with just one Flying Yaksha, let alone five heads.

Just with the strength of the two of them, there is absolutely no luck!

"It's over!"

Yang Ji looked up, and a thought flashed through his mind. The five flying yakshas were very experienced, and they formed a hunting formation, surrounding the two of them.

Even if Yang Ji wanted to escape now, it would not be so easy.

"Fight!"

Yang Ji pressed his hand on the sword, his body was filled with blood, and his whole body was tense to the extreme. Countless countermeasures flashed through his mind one by one, but they were all rejected by Yang Ji.

Each of the five flying yakshas has the ability to resist high-level flying swords. Yang Ji is really weak in dealing with them.

Six feet, five feet, four feet...

Time seemed to have slowed down countless times, and the five flying yakshas were getting closer and closer. Yang Ji could even smell the fishy and pungent smell on their bodies.

Yang Ji and Wang Zhiyong stood back to back, preparing to deliver the strongest blow. (To be continued, please search Piao Tian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster!

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