Their four claws are sharp and their jumping power is extremely powerful. They can jump dozens of feet in one leap, almost traversing the entire hall. ↖↖ Moreover, the chilling smell that Yang Ji felt on them was exactly the same as those of those people. They were obviously a killing place.
A skill that is designed to kill.
Yang Ji had long heard that there were some special advanced skills in the military that were specially awarded to soldiers. They were tailor-made for the battlefield. They were all aimed at maximizing killings and were extremely powerful.
The imperial court had extremely high control over these exercises, and they were generally invisible outside the battlefield.
Yang Ji didn't expect that he would see it here today and use it directly on himself.
"Buzz!"
There was no time to think about it, but at the critical moment, Yang Ji's mind roared, and a huge mental force field erupted like mercury leaking out, radiating to the entire place.
Buzz, Yang Ji swayed, a "immortal shadow change", moved sideways for more than ten feet, and when there was no time to escape, he dodged the terrifying sword energy with just a hair's breadth!
"Boom!"
The sword energy fell on the ground, the fire splashed everywhere, and the roaring sound was deafening. The steel ground was like a piece of brittle soft paper being torn apart, and a straight, more than twenty feet long path was plowed out.
The deep groove marks look shocking!
"These bastards didn't show any mercy at all!"
Yang Ji was secretly shocked. If he didn't have some ingenious dodge skills and the mysterious abilities he could use, if this knife fell on him, his whole body would have been cut into countless pieces.
"Buzz!"
Although he was frightened, Yang Ji's reaction was not slow. He stretched out his hands, and four soul guns emitted ripples, appearing in his two palms.
The moment he landed, Yang Ji didn't even look back, and hoo-hoo-hoo! Four soul guns flew out at the same time.
Bang bang bang bang!
Yang Ji's marksmanship was extremely accurate. At the moment when four strange-shaped blood beasts leaped high and fell, four soul spears flew out, hitting them simultaneously and piercing their chests.
Just hearing the continuous bangs and bangs, the four grotesque beasts of blood disappeared almost at the same time.
"This is impossible!"
In the darkness, bursts of exclamations came from even the adjacent hall. Blood creations are quite powerful. Whether they are cut with a knife or stabbed with a gun, they can recover quickly, almost
It cannot be killed.
This is also the reason why warriors summon blood creations. They are almost immortal until their blood is exhausted.
No one expected that Yang Ji would defeat these powerful blood creations with just one move!
The four armored warriors also grunted at the same time, obviously suffering a loss. Creatures of blood and energy need to be separated to remove soul fragments to control them.
Yang Ji destroyed the four powerful blood creations on the battlefield. It also seriously injured their souls.
"kill him!"
There were roars in the darkness, the four blood creations were destroyed, and the hall became darker, but the murderous aura in the air became more intense.
"That's not necessarily the case. Now it's my turn to take action!"
Yang Ji sneered, if there were cracks in the souls of the four strong soldiers, his other weapon would definitely be able to exert its superpower.
"Soul Vortex!"
Boom, the void shook. Yang Ji wore a golden mask, with a cold expression. He stood tall, with fluttering clothes, and his right hand stretched out from his sleeve like a snake. He aimed at the four people and took a photo from afar, and heard a roar, and the void
Dramatic changes. A strong wind suddenly rose in the hall, ghosts cried and gods howled, and a huge soul vortex suddenly appeared in the void.
This soul was so huge that it occupied two-thirds of the height of the house as soon as it appeared. The dark vortex rotated sharply and made a sound like a ghost or a god.
The air flow surged, and everything in the room was blown loudly.
Compared with the scholar-level martial arts examination, Yang Ji's soul vortex is much more powerful at this time. The entire vortex is composed of mental power, and the speed of rotation and the suction force it emits are also several times stronger.
In order to increase its power, Yang Ji even separated and fused some of his own soul fragments in it. This made the power of the soul vortex even more powerful.
This extremely dangerous method can only be carried out by Yang Ji with the help of the little stone between his eyebrows!
"ah!"
With a shrill scream, the four strong soldiers, whose bones were split open on the battlefield and whose internal organs, flesh and blood were exposed, could not even scream, twitched and screamed.
The four of them were like felled trees in the autumn wind, and they all knelt down with bang bang bang. The spiritual power of the four people flowed out crazily like water from the floodgates. Not only that, Yang Ji's soul vortex was directly aimed at the soul, and the four people
I feel like my soul has been ripped away from me.
The four warriors were all like killers on the battlefield. They were all determined and could kill people without even frowning. However, they had never encountered such a move before.
"Ah! It hurts so much!"
"What kind of evil magic is this?"
"Kill him, don't let him continue to use it!"
…
The four of them were convulsed and trembling. The four of them were fighting on the battlefield, with mountains of corpses and seas of blood, invincible. They never looked down on those warriors who had never been on the battlefield.
Yang Ji's soul vortex brought a huge impact to the four people. There was no strong blood attack, and there was not even direct contact. The four people's bodies were not harmed, but the whole people had suffered huge damage from spirit to soul.
The damage to the soul is even far more terrifying than the damage to the body!
"Roar!"
The strongest soldier among the four trembled all over, shouted angrily, and despite the attraction of Yang Ji's soul vortex and the crazy loss of mental power, he suddenly rushed towards Yang Ji.
Keng!
There was a sound in the void, and there was a long and clear chant of gold and iron. In an instant, the darkness twisted, and a sad bloody arc of a sword spread across the space of dozens of feet. The blade was as light as hair, and it rumbled down towards Yang Jiji.
"Um?"
Yang Ji raised his sword eyebrows, and his eyes flashed. The soul vortex is extremely restrained against opponents whose souls are injured, and it is definitely the most powerful attack move.
Under such circumstances, the opponent was able to withstand his own attack and counterattack forcefully. This strength and will were beyond Yang Ji's expectations.
Although it was a bit unexpected, Yang Ji's counterattack was not slow at all.
"It's a pity that it's not the Great Martial Sect of the eighth level!"
Quietly leaving these words behind, the dark, tangled air trembled, and Yang Ji disappeared in an instant. Buzz! The sharp edge of the sword flashed through, and the blood in Yang Ji's whole body opened up and turned into a condensed cap.
In essence, the blood energy shield as strong as steel shattered the sword energy of this strong soldier with a roar.
This is not any move, nor does it use any moves. Yang Ji does not want to expose his strength too much, so he uses the simplest and least sophisticated head-on collision.
"Crack!"
In the blink of an eye, Yang Ji closed his fingers, tightly grabbed the most powerful soldier, and lifted him into the air.
From such a close distance, Yang Ji finally saw clearly the appearance of this strong military man. He was actually a strong military man with thick beards, long body hair, extremely rough appearance, and mighty military strength.
"It turns out to be a bearded man!"
Yang Ji sneered, and with a flash of murderous intention in his eyes, he was about to kill this strong soldier completely.
"slow!"
"Stop!"
With a roar of thunder, deep in the right side, another adjacent hall crashed open. The cold-faced middle-aged priest flashed through the layers of space and appeared in front of Yang Ji in an instant. He opened his eyes angrily.
His eyes and body instantly rose up and swelled, like a god. A big hand like a leaf fan, as white as jade, containing destructive power, pressed down on Yang Ji like a mountain.
At that moment, Yang Ji felt as if the whole world had turned upside down and was squeezing towards him.
"Eighth Great Martial Sect!"
Yang Ji's expression changed. This man's aura was extremely terrifying. He was completely towering over himself and these powerful soldiers. Yang Ji even felt a sense of danger in his heart.
You definitely cannot compete with this kind of person!
Without the advantageous location of the magma world, it would have been impossible for Yang Ji to fight against the Eighth Level Great Wuzong in the normal world.
"worship!"
In the flash of lightning, a thought flashed through Yang Ji's mind. This person reminded him of the old worshippers around Princess Longwu. A look in his eyes could cause skin irritation and even blood disorder.
Yang Ji's mind was spinning with thoughts, and he soon understood that this person was probably the worshiper of the young prince Jiuding. Prince Jiuding was very powerful, and there were definitely many masters around him.
When the young Prince Jiuding travels, it is impossible for him not to assign an expert guard to him. This person should be the one assigned by Prince Jiuding to his side.
But compared with the old worshipers around Princess Longwu, the cold-faced middle-aged man in front of her was obviously much younger.
"snort!"
In the flash of lightning, these thoughts flashed through his mind. Although Yang Ji was surprised, he was not afraid. He snorted coldly, slightly closed his iron-like fingers, and pinched the throat of the strong soldier in his hand.
His bones were cracking, and he was about to crush his neck completely.
"stop!"
With such a simple action, the expression of the cold-faced middle-aged priest changed drastically, and his whole person felt as if he had been struck by electricity. The palm that had been slapped out like a mountain trembled, contracted quickly, and his whole person withdrew like lightning.
Retreating, the enlarged body quickly shrank and became smaller, appearing as it was before.
"Yang Ling, do you want to rebel? Just stop it!"
The cold-faced middle-aged priest withdrew ten feet away, but a consciousness as heavy as iron locked onto Yang Ji's body, and his voice was full of sharpness.
"Hahaha, worship, don't you think this sentence is contradictory?"
Yang Jidao, when the word "consecrate" was spoken, the cold-faced middle-aged worshiper's pupils tightened and his expression changed slightly.
"If I remember correctly, you should be the first to take action, right?"
Yang Ji said calmly.
The fighting in the hall had completely stopped, but the atmosphere was as tense as ever. The three strong soldiers came together side by side, stepped aside, and stared at Yang Ji fiercely, with eyes that made them want to eat Yang Ji.
"Humph! This is just a test, we are not planning to kill you at all. Why don't you let General Fan go!" (To be continued...)