The incident happened suddenly, but Yang Ji was not panicked at all. He seemed to have expected this. His eyes narrowed slightly, and he stretched out his right hand from his sleeve and raised it slightly.
"Qiang!"
Amid the piercing sound of gold and iron, a total of eighteen rays of cold light were wrapped in eighteen majestic torrents of sharp sword energy, which shot out from Yang Ji's sleeves like a dragon.
After Yang Ji reached the seventh level of martial arts, the number of swords he could refine increased from nine to eighteen, and his swordsmanship skills further increased.
The eighteen swords were dazzling, constantly changing and interlacing in the void as if they were alive. Their invincible momentum was completely different from the previous time.
"boom!"
The ground trembled, and almost at the same time, Yang Ji stepped heavily on his feet, pulled out a sword from the Najie bottle, appeared behind the eight-armed demon in an instant, and killed him.
Clang Clang Clang!
Eighteen extremely sharp swords, together with Yang Ji, were like a swarm of sharks smelling blood, and they struck hard at the eight-armed demon, triggering a burst of dazzling sparks.
And almost at the same time, there was a boom, the sky darkened, and a huge iron fist covered the sky and the sun, and smashed down hard. The ghost king incarnated and returned, cooperated with Yang Ji and the Eighteen Swordsmen, and besieged them like a violent storm.
The eight-armed demon.
"!!!"
The eight-armed demon was shocked. He originally had the advantage in this round, but after Yang Ji sacrificed eighteen swords and the huge ghost king incarnation, the situation suddenly reversed.
The eight-armed demon god, who originally relied on his eight arms to attack in every possible way and was unable to defend himself, suddenly fell into a situation of being besieged.
Yang Ji had been avoiding fighting before and dodged his attacks twice in a row. But this time, he was even crazier than him. Eighteen sharp swords were controlled by eighteen people. The moves he used, the attack angles and
The methods are different, which makes the eight-armed demon feel unable to resist.
"Damn it! How can he control so many swords?"
The eight-armed demon gnashed his teeth in his heart, and the knives, spears, swords, halberds, spears, berylliums, wheels, and saws held in his eight arms began to roar sharply. They drew a series of sad, dangerous and sharp arcs in the void, heading towards
The surroundings were cut wildly.
Bang bang bang!
With the eight-armed demon as the center, eight weapons such as knives, spears, swords, halberds, and spears are intertwined to form a dangerous weapon storm.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Yang Ji, the incarnation of the Ghost King, and the eight-armed demon kept bombarding each other, each time with punches to the flesh. It was extremely heavy, the rolling steel filled the void, and the three qi energies with completely different properties struck fiercely like a flood again and again.
together.
Every blow was deafening, and the mountains collapsed and the earth shattered!
The two sides fought, and within a short period of time, the eight-armed demon's expression changed. The sixteen swords raised by Yang Jiji were unpredictable, and the weapons in his eight arms were used to the extreme, and at most they were knocked away.
There are only two or three, and the others are so erratic that you can't touch them at all.
And even these two or three seem to have other purposes. They are not simply hit by him.
His weapon storm was used to its limit, even bricks from a distance were attracted. Before he could get close, he was torn into pieces by eight weapons.
But such an airtight defense could not prevent Yang Ji's sixteen flying swords at all. These swords were well-established in their advance and retreat. No matter how he blocked them, they could easily drift in and out, using only a huge
The ghost king incarnates and holds him tightly.
If it weren't for the fact that his eight-armed demon was as strong as steel and invulnerable, even the top flying swords couldn't hurt him. He would have been stabbed into a honeycomb long ago.
But Yang Ji still used his super sword skills to continuously spit out these sharp sword energy into his body to destroy the inner layers.
"Damn it, this guy wants to use this avatar to contain me to death!"
A deep shadow flashed across the heart of the eight-armed demon. Things like incarnations are inanimate. Although his power can suppress this ghost king, it is meaningless.
By the time he collapses, this ghost king will probably have almost all his strength exhausted by the opponent.
——The Eight-Armed Demon God is not an ability that can be used for a long time!
"Boom!"
The thought in the mind of the eight-armed demon changed, and he left three arms holding swords, guns and swords to resist the black and huge incarnation of the ghost king. The eight-armed demon suddenly stepped on the chain. He turned around and faced Yang Ji alone, controlled by five arms.
Armed with a halberd, a sword, a beryllium, a wheel, and a saw, five sharp wind rainbows were thrown at Yang Ji like a violent storm.
"Hahaha, it's useless."
Yang Ji seemed to have expected what he would do in advance. He stepped forward and stepped away, avoiding his sharp attack.
Clang clang clang!
Eighteen flying swords flashed with cold light, roaring from all directions like locust swarms. Although the eight-armed demon was said to be versatile and have sharp attacks, Yang Ji's swords were simply not enough to see.
The first level of swordsmanship, "Swordsman".
The second level of swordsmanship, "Swordsman"!
Yang Ji's current kendo cultivation is the authentic swordsman's cultivation in the ancient kendo era, and is on par with thousands of kendo disciples in the ancient era.
Although in ancient times, swordsmanship flourished and sword sects were powerful, "swordsmen" only got rid of their status as registered disciples and reached the level of entry-level disciples.
In the Kendo sect, he is a low-level disciple.
But in this era, orthodoxy has been lost, and Yang Ji, the "swordsman", is already quite powerful. The multiple attacks that the eight-armed demon is proud of are simply not enough in front of an orthodox "swordsman".
"boom!"
Just when the eighteen flying swords were holding the eight weapons of the eight-armed demon, Yang Ji's eyes flashed with cold light, and he suddenly stepped on his foot, bang! The next moment, Yang Ji appeared in front of the eight-armed demon, with a right palm like steel.
Generally, at an exquisite and incredible angle, it passed through the eight-armed demon's defense and hit him hard on the chest.
boom!
Violent blood flowed out of his body, and the Eight-Armed Demon God trembled, as if he had been hit hard. Ouch! With a sudden roar, the Eight-Armed Demon God moved all eight arms together, relying on the powerful power of his eighth-level martial arts, to forcefully rush away from Yang Ji's body.
Eighteen flying swords, halberds, swords, berylliums, wheels, and saws were whistling sharply, drawing thousands of vague arcs, and slashed towards Yang Ji fiercely.
boom!
Yang Ji once again foresaw it in advance and got out of the way. His feet moved wrongly, drawing a zigzag curve in the yard. He instantly went around behind the Eight-Armed Demon God and slapped the Eight-Armed Demon God again.
Boom!
At the same time, the ghost king's incarnation seized the opportunity, stepped forward, and hit the eight-armed demon with its huge iron fist like a mountain of gold and a jade pillar.
Even though he had a body of fine steel, was invulnerable to weapons and weapons, and had strength comparable to that of the Great Wuzong, after receiving such palm and punch blows from Yang Ji and the Ghost King's incarnation, the Eight-Armed Demon God staggered and felt uncomfortable in his heart.
"Keng!"
There was a flash of cold light, and at the moment when he staggered back, the eight-armed demon didn't even look back, and one of his arms was raised back. Keng! The void was distorted and blurred, and a line of light and shadow whirled sharply, cutting the void with astonishing force.
He rushed towards Yang Ji's face at a very fast speed.
If you look carefully, it turns out to be a huge bronze beryllium!
"snort!"
Yang Ji sneered, as if he had already expected this move. He stepped horizontally with his left foot and dodged the move with just a hair's breadth.
"This ability can't hurt me!"
Yang Ji stepped on his feet, his body was erratic, and he used his subtle and powerful perception to the extreme, once again breaking through the eight-armed demon's defense, and with a bang of his palm, he stamped hard on its chest and ribs again.
The eight-armed demon god's steel body was extremely powerful. Yang Ji didn't know how this middle-aged man in the ghost house did it. But this body was indeed extremely powerful.
Yang Ji's flying sword couldn't effectively kill him at all, so Yang Ji simply abandoned his sword and used his palm to let the blood flow out of his body and attack directly, destroying his body.
——In the battle between two martial arts masters, if the sword and gun cannot cause effective damage, this situation will be very common!
No matter how powerful the Eight-Armed Demon God is, it cannot all be made of fine steel. Its core must still be flesh and blood. As long as it is flesh and blood, Yang Ji's attacks will definitely be effective.
"boom!"
Yang Ji's mental power expanded to its limit. In the face of the exquisite perception, every movement and every detail of the eight-armed demon was clearly visible.
Even Yang Ji could clearly see every surging air flow and change in the air around him. Because he saw so carefully, he could not only see it, but also predict it in advance.
The cicada wakes up before the autumn wind moves!
This is not because the cicada has the ability to predict the future, but because it has already sensed the movements of the autumn wind from various details in advance.
This is a powerful perception.
Yang Ji now also has this ability. Not only can he distinguish the smallest flaws, but he can also easily judge the opponent's next attack, location, and threat intensity.
boom!
With a flash of light, Yang Ji bypassed the sharp cutting force of the eight-armed demon god's weapon and instantly slapped him on the back with a palm. Then came the second palm, the third palm, the fourth palm...
In terms of combat experience and skills, the Eight-Armed Demon God and Yang Jibi are really far behind. Their souls, spirits, and sensory strengths are not at the same level.
Middle-aged people can transform into eight-armed demons through special methods and greatly improve their strength. However, there is no way to improve soul, spirit and perception through this method.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Yang Ji is like an elegant craftsman. In his hands, fighting is not only a skill, but also an art. The eight-armed demon has a powerful body, but there is no place for heroes. In Yang Ji's fighting ability
In front of him, he was extremely clumsy.
Eighteen powerful swords, a gigantic incarnation of the Ghost King, plus Yang Ji's strength, which is not much worse than that of the Great Wuzong..., the three parties jointly attacked, and the Eight-Armed Demon God's body became weaker and weaker.
Although the blood in Yang Ji's body was also depleting, the eight-armed demon knew that he could not hold on for much longer. (To be continued)