It was quiet in the dark night, and the night wind blew on Yang Ji, who was dancing in his robes. It seemed that there was no one else in the yard except Yang Ji.
"Hmph! Do you still have to ask me to 'invite' you?"
Yang Ji just sneered and glanced around, finally settling on the huge locust tree with dense leaves in the center of the yard, motionless.
Time seemed to have stopped, it was quiet in the darkness, and there was nothing except the night wind. Yang Ji stood motionless on the roof.
rustle!
I don't know how long it took, but an imperceptible rustling sound suddenly came from my ears. The next moment, without any warning, a figure appeared on the top of the huge locust tree, as light as nothing.
He just appeared out of thin air, like a ghost. Although Yang Ji had been standing there, he didn't see how he got to the top of the tree.
"Huh! I'm finally willing to come out."
Yang Ji sneered, as if he had long been sure that he would appear.
On the locust tree, the figure stood on the high treetop, his body swaying gently in the wind, without saying a word. He just stared at Yang Ji through the endless darkness with a pair of cold eyes.
There was no moon and the stars were not bright, so the expression on his face could not be seen clearly.
"Hmph, I chased him from outside the Martial Palace to the Juanzong Yamen, and then from the Juanzong Yamen to here. You are really patient."
Yang Ji sneered, not telling the truth until now.
It turned out that he had already discovered that he was being followed, but there were so many people on the street that he couldn't be completely sure if he was being followed. So Yang Ji figured out a way to enter the archives Yamen to test the other person.
Entering the archives office to check the information is a lie, but testing the person behind you is the truth.
What surprised Yang Ji was that he entered the archives office and read books for more than two hours. This person actually waited outside for more than two hours.
This kind of patience is simply amazing.
It was still quiet in the darkness. The man was wearing black clothes and standing on the top of the tall treetops. He never said a word. He just stared at Yang Ji from a distance with his eyes, his expression unreadable.
"Are you still silent? Or are you still here for that drop of Asura essence and blood, the evil prince?"
Yang Ji said with a sarcastic expression. When he came to the last four words, Yang Ji especially emphasized his voice, and the meaning was self-evident.
"boom!"
Like a bolt of thunder exploding in the void, when Yang Ji uttered the words "Evil Prince", the originally silent night sky suddenly became turbulent. It seemed as if a strong wind was blowing through the void, and a chaotic and violent breath suddenly filled Yang Ji's mind.
There was a surge between Ji and the figure at the top of the treetop.
"kill!"
A hoarse voice burst out like spring thunder, and the evil prince stood on the top of a tall tree. He didn't say a word and only uttered one word.
The sound was like the friction of swords. There was an indescribable strangeness in Yang Ji's ears, and it felt very strange. If it weren't for "Abi Gong", which is the signature technique of the evil prince, it would be impossible for outsiders to fake that kind of aura.
Think of it as a different person.
"How is this going?"
Yang Ji was slightly startled. Before he had time to think about it, the evil prince on the other side had already launched an attack.
"boom!"
The void shook, and a ball of domineering energy exploded from the top of the treetop where the evil prince was standing. The strong wind set off swept across all directions, blowing the flowers, plants and trees in the yard and falling to both sides.
Bang, in the energy of the explosion, the evil prince swung his body, shot out of the air like a swift arrow, and flew towards Yang Ji from a distance of dozens of feet. His posture was like a huge bat with its wings spread.
Normally, but the speed is as fast as lightning, extremely fast.
A distance of dozens of feet flew by, and in just a moment, the evil prince appeared in front of Yang Ji like a ghost.
"Boom!"
As soon as the sky darkened, in the pitch-black night, a huge palm that was darker than the night covered the sky and blocked out the sun. It appeared out of thin air above the head of the evil prince.
In the core of that palm, a round bead the size of a millstone is extremely conspicuous.
"Xuan Ni's big hand!"
Yang Ji was astonished. He recognized the iconic secret skill of the evil prince at a glance. But what was surprising was that just a few months later, the power of the evil prince's black female hand was so powerful that it was overwhelming.
The land is overwhelming and completely different from before, as if a new unique skill has been changed.
"call!"
A strong wind swept in from the sky, blowing on his face like a knife blade. Before the giant palm fell, Yang Ji already felt a huge pressure like a mountain.
However, this was not over yet. A palm like a spiritual snake, as soft as a bone, poked out from his left sleeve. The evil prince's left hand was half bent and half extended, forming a claw shape, and he faced Yang Ji from a distance.
boom!
The sky is filled with violent winds, air currents are surging, and within a radius of tens of feet, a huge suction force is sucked in from all directions with the evil prince as the center. One vortex after another in the void, birth and death, is the "Abi Gong"!
The one who has improved far more than the Evil Prince's Mysterious Female Hand. As soon as the Evil Prince's "Abi Skill" was launched, thousands of vague whispers immediately sounded in the void, like the voice of Buddha, but also like the words of magic.
It seems to break people's will and make people intoxicated.
"What's going on? How did his Ah Bi Gong become like this?"
Yang Ji was shocked. The matter of Xuan Ni's big hands is easy to explain, as long as the skill is powerful enough. But Ah Bi Gong is completely different.
I have fought against the evil prince several times, but this kind of soul-seizing demonic sound has never appeared at all. In terms of realm level, the A-bi skill in front of me has completely risen to a new level.
"Could it be said that his obsession has been cured and his Ah Bi Gong has improved to a higher level?"
Things were going on in Yang Ji's mind.
The progress of the evil prince has been too great. Although he has made great progress, it seems that the evil prince has made even greater progress. The level of threat has increased exponentially.
Yang Ji originally thought that he was already fast enough to clear through the five Zhou Tian Da **, but it seems that the evil prince has at least cleared through most of the Zhou Tian **, and it is even possible that he is only one or two ** away from breaking through.
He has reached the eighth level of martial arts, the martial arts realm.
The promotion of the evil prince, Yang Xuanlan and other top martial arts geniuses from the seventh level to the eighth level is completely different from ordinary people.
Most people can break through to the first level of the Great Wuzong, and Yang Ji can ignore it. But once the evil prince, Yang Xuanlan and his like break through to the first level of the Great Wuzong, their strength will immediately jump to the peak level of the Great Wuzong.
It is not easy to challenge them with one level lower strength!
In a flash, these thoughts flashed through his mind. The next moment, Yang Ji quickly reacted.
"Buzz!"
Without any time to think, Yang Ji quickly activated the "Golden Elixir of Swordsmanship" in his body. A large elixir was round and clear, jumping out of his body and spinning rapidly in Yang Ji's body, like a sea-fixing needle, spinning in the opposite direction to stabilize the uncontrolled blood energy.
The power of the Evil Prince's Ah Bi Gong increased exponentially, and the pressure it brought doubled. This time when turning the "Kendo Golden Pill", Yang Ji could clearly feel that the speed of turning the Golden Pill was much slower, and it became difficult and jerky.
Many, as if fighting against a huge force.
This situation has never occurred before.
The evil prince's Ah Bi Kung was so strong that it could affect the "Kendo Golden Elixir" in Yang Ji's body. At the same time, the evil prince's "Hand of the Mysterious Lady" was pressing down hard like a mountain.
"Hand of death!"
In desperation, Yang Ji shouted and quickly summoned the hand of death behind his head.
"Boom!"
Two huge palms, one black and one green, moved up and down, and violently collided together in the void. The power of this blow caused the earth to crack and the mountains to collapse, and the burst of energy directly knocked down half of the roof with a roar.
"Lai!"
Taking advantage of the buffer of this blow, Yang Ji flicked his body and performed the "Sequential Killing of Ten Thousand People" footwork, sliding backwards like lightning. Then he performed "Immortal Shadow Changing", leaving no afterimage in place.
, and quickly opened the distance between him and the evil prince.
The changes in the evil prince were so great that Yang Ji felt that he was even more powerful than the wooden puppet in Gou Mang Palace!
However, Yang Ji reacted quickly, and the evil prince was even faster.
"Whoosh!"
The evil prince did not touch the ground, and his body was straight, as if he was floating in the void. Just as Yang Ji retreated and slid away, the evil prince's body changed and followed him like a shadow, leaving a large afterimage in the void.
He pressed forward step by step and bullied Yang Ji away.
Hey, the evil prince made a move with his left hand. In an instant, countless shadows, large and small, shot towards Yang Ji like countless sharp swords.
Looking carefully, it turned out that those broken green tiles were absorbed by the evil prince, and they were launched towards Yang Ji with vigor!
These rubbles and rotten tiles would not be enough to pose a threat to Yang Ji in normal times or in the hands of another person. But in the hands of the evil prince at this moment, each one contains great energy and its lethality
No less powerful than a flying sword.
"Hmph! Do you want to compete with me in flying sword?"
Yang Ji sneered, and a cold light flashed in his eyes. Bang! The next moment, Yang Ji's body jumped up and suddenly shot out into the air.
"Come out!"
In the midst of lightning and stone fire, a cold light flashed in the void around Yang Ji, and a silver simple long sword appeared out of nowhere. Then the long sword turned into two, two into four, and four into eight... In the blink of an eye, eighteen top-notch swords appeared.
The swords and weapons are densely packed on Yang Ji's body.
boom!
With his sleeves stretched out, all eighteen swords were shaken out by Yang Ji, and they flew towards the evil prince like a violent storm.
Clang clang clang!
The eighteen flying swords were like eighteen dragons, strangled together with the broken tiles and sawdust inspired by the evil prince under the starlight. The originally fine tiles and sawdust were twisted into small pieces in front of Yang Ji's sword formation.
The dust and dust fell, and not a single piece of rubble could break through Yang Ji's sword formation defense.
"snort!"
With a cold snort, the evil prince's body was like lightning, blending into the darkness in the night, and like a huge black shadow, he grabbed Yang Ji's eighteen Wuzong-level swords in the sky. (To be continued.)