While Gao Sen was attacked and in trouble, Yang Jing, hundreds of meters away, also faced a strong attack from the ascetics.
They don't have any smoke pills, nor do they have weird stealth, but they have their own strength, that is... strength!! They must rely on the absolute advantage of strength to achieve full suppression of Yang Jing!
The ascetics of the five powerful seals were sneaking quickly deep in the pasture. After locking Yang Jing's position, they immediately abandoned their hiding and concealment and rushed from five directions.
Direct and swift!
"Ascetic!" Yang Jing made a decisive judgment and immediately stood up from the grass. His blood-red eyes were silent, his body shook slightly, and his lower body was stable. The tungsten gold stick pointed obliquely at the ground, like a towering mountain, but also like a arrogance.
Mars.
"Heibang, ascetic, please teach me!!" The polite and blunt Chinese sounded, low, hoarse, but extremely rich, showing the purity and strength of their inner energy. The calm expressions of the five ascetics suddenly turned as ferocious as ghosts, and their steady auras
The scene was violently agitated, just like the original San Taili's 'turn from Buddha to demon', which was not only a sharp 'blackening' of his soul, but also a tyrannical aura and a sudden surge in strength!
Bang bang bang bang!! Five muffled sounds shook the ground. After the five ascetics ran wildly, their steps tumbled, just like five huge waves suddenly set off by a hurricane. With unparalleled momentum, they rushed towards Yang Jinghen in the center.
Hatred rushed forward.
Such momentum shocked the wilderness!
"Okay!!" Yang Jing's eyes narrowed slightly, his aura suddenly perked up, a muffled roar rolled in his throat, and he lunged forward with a tungsten stick across his back.
Cang!! Five iron rods forged from fine steel were struck one after another, and all of them hit Yang Jing's tungsten rod lying across his back. The fierce force that followed seemed to be exerted rapidly, stacked on top of each other, and collided with each other. This was
What an explosion of power!
But what is shocking is that Yang Jing's crouching back resisted the violence and did not fall down.
The moment the five ascetics fell to the ground, the moment they continued to exert force, the roar rolling in the chest immediately exploded on the tip of the tongue. Yang Jing, who was suppressed to death, was like an enraged tiger, violently rising up with unmatched strength.
The momentum shook open the black iron rod on the tungsten rod.
The faces of the five ascetics changed slightly, their bodies lost balance on the spot, and they staggered for more than ten steps. The distance between them suddenly widened, and their solidified auras were shaken away by Yang Jingsheng.
"Use whatever moves you have, and I, Yang Jing, will accompany you to the end!" The roar of the tiger shook the sky, and filled the field with evil intent. Yang Jing suddenly rose up, with fierce momentum and rapid speed, like a thunder tearing through the grassland, and a tungsten-gold club.
Draw a majestic arc and go straight to the ascetic monk in front.
Let’s get rid of one first!
"What a beautiful idea!!" At the critical moment, San Taili, who was accompanying him, suddenly rushed out of the pastures, charged with long strides, and violently rotated the black iron rods he held in his hands, roaring with surging energy, and bravely attacked Yang.
Jing’s tungsten stick.
There was a clash of clangs, sparks flying, and powerful impact. The two of them were separated at the first touch, and each took three or five steps back.
"Your opponents are us!!" The three ascetics behind and on the left seized the opportunity and charged forward again. It was still the same wild momentum and the same fierce energy.
Yang Jing never retreated, and his body that had just stabilized suddenly turned over. The tungsten metal stick was like a dragon pounding the sea. It roared fiercely and fiercely. It hit the three iron rods violently. At the moment they touched each other, it was terrifying.
The power of the critical strike surged on the spot, creating high-frequency ripples that not only violently knocked back the enemies, but also turned their hands into bloody messes.
"Yang Jing, enjoy the last battle of your life!!" San Taili rushed over, taking advantage of Yang Jing's hard 'counterattack', and attacked wildly like a hurricane with black iron rods. The other five ascetics also fought fiercely with courage
In order to win the victory as soon as possible, they no longer mind joint actions.
It's all fierce routines, all life-less fighting styles, all perversions that ignore pain, and continuous and vigorous attacks. It's definitely an unprecedented visual feast, and it's also a brutal killing battlefield, giving Yang Jing a strong wind.
A fierce offensive like a torrential rain.
The ascetics are all short and skinny, and look skinny, but their fighting power and fierce attack methods are definitely no less than those of Zhou Shaohua and others. How powerful is the combination at this moment and the explosion at this moment?!
Under the stimulation of the crisis, Yang Jing's strength completely exploded and he no longer held back the slightest bit.
The intertwined use of the 'critical strike' technique and the 'esoteric steps' finally showed the effect of the experience of Hengduan Mountain, and the horror of the peak quasi-emperor was revealed unintentionally.
After the previous passivity, he finally managed to withstand the shocking combination of "One Quasi-Emperor Five Gold"!
He! Is he a quasi-emperor? Or a half-emperor!!
"What's going on with this man?" San Taili, who was attacking quickly, was keenly aware of the problem. Yang Jing seemed to be... getting stronger!
I thought the battle would be resolved in five minutes at most, but I didn't expect Yang Jing to hold on tenaciously. Moreover, when the two of them were fighting, the force coming from the tungsten stick became more and more fierce, making his arms numb.
, his hands were dripping with blood. If he hadn't been practicing hard for half his life, it was always a physical training, otherwise he might not be able to bear this kind of pain.
What's going on?
"I said, I will definitely kill your entire ascetic clan!!" Yang Jing's aura was calm, and his violent aura gradually subsided, returning to calmness and strength.
Like a swimming dragon, he rushes to kill quickly and performs critical strikes one after another, just like the vast ocean, sometimes calm and waveless, sometimes fierce and surging, but no matter what the situation, the energy contained in it is amazing.
"Bloody battle! Fight to the death!" San Taili took a deep breath and roared out two simple words. He was giving an order and expressing his determination.
The remaining five gold-level ascetics roared at the same time, and their offensive became violent again. They also realized that Yang Jing's offensive was becoming more and more terrifying, so they had to pay more and resolve the battle as soon as possible.
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"Are you looking for me?" When Gao Sen and Yang Jing were in a bitter fight, You Ling took the initiative to find Sabuna. This dense and messy pasture scene is suitable for ninjas to sneak in, and more suitable for ghosts like him to roam. Silent
Wu Xi's appearance, a sharp and piercing attack, at the moment of appearance, the stiff claws suddenly attacked, like a raging electric light going straight to Sabuna's delicate and jade-like neck.
"No, I'm waiting for you!" Sabuna turned around gracefully. It seemed like a gentle movement, but there were layers of afterimages. As You Ling's claws tore apart, she moved away silently, never letting go.
He encountered.
At this moment, the five "nurses" kneeling at Sabna's feet, hiding in the deepest part of the pasture, completely concealing their auras, suddenly had a sinister look on their faces. They burst into the air like cheetahs, and the curved snake swords in their hands were directed towards You.
Ling.
There was no warning, the incident happened suddenly, was this a temptation? Or an ambush?
You Ling reacted in time, and the body under the black robe twisted and turned. Even so, poof! The snake sword was as fast as thunder and hit You Ling immediately. The sharp edge tore the black robe and scratched his body, drawing blood.
Threads flew in the air, imbuing the night with poignant blood.
"It's no wonder he's a quasi-emperor!" The five head-dropping masters landed on the ground one after another and let out a cold 'praise'. However, the offensive did not stop there. As soon as their bodies landed and curled up, they rose up again in an instant, their movements as light and agile as
The fox's attack was as fierce as a snake's, running towards You Ling and strangling him fiercely.
You Ling's face was calm, and she quickly 'floated' towards the depths of the pasture. The blurry image at first covered a distance of more than ten meters in the blink of an eye, and the five nurses were attracted to a distance of more than ten meters.
And then...
"Your lives are here for now." Only the ghost whispers were floating deep in the pasture, and You Ling himself... was nowhere to be seen...
Since he dares to call a ghost, he has his own weirdness!
The five 'nurses' did not search blindly. They immediately calmed down, listened attentively, and were fully alert.
However, ten meters away, Sabuna, who was slowly walking forward, suddenly stopped, because...
"Walk well on the road to the underworld!" You Ling suddenly appeared, her large black robe shook with a roar, and shot into the air fiercely, then deflected and fell, running straight towards Sabuna to cover her. Under the black robe, her taut toes
It struck Sabna's throat with thunderous force.
The momentum is fast and fierce, and the meaning of the sofa is completely locked!
Sabna's calm expression changed slightly, but her arms suddenly stretched out, protruding from the wide sleeves of her robe, and she retreated erratically. Her hands drew an afterimage that seemed to be slow but urgent, and accurately intercepted You Ling.
Bang!! A crisp sound exploded immediately, and Sabna intercepted it accurately. Although she was newly promoted to the quasi-emperor, her strength was definitely not weak! But...after all, she underestimated the terror of You Ling and underestimated the terror of ghosts. After being intercepted,
At that moment, the whole person fell and screamed, silently, afterimages filled the air, the black robe instantly opened wide, and with the rapid rise of the body, it directly enveloped Sabuna!
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