Sima Shaozhen's blood arcs were densely packed, with no dead ends in all directions, and the impact area was too wide. It almost completely blocked Zhao Youhuai's body flash space.
This ability almost exists to restrain fast players like Zhao Youhuai.
Especially those blood arcs, no matter how big or small, each one is condensed to the extreme and contains powerful power. Coupled with that kind of sharp ability, even Zhao Youhuai can't stop it.
"Boom!"
When a blood arc several feet long roared out, with a bang, a figure was hit by the blood arc, forced out of the void, and hit the rainbow light of the barrier with a bang.
"ah!"
There was an astonishing low cry in the hall. It was at this time that everyone saw Zhao Youhuai's appearance clearly. His clothes were in pieces, like rags.
From the neck to the legs, there were all large and small, densely packed wounds. All of those wounds looked like blades, which looked shocking.
Seeing these wounds, everyone could imagine that Zhao Youhuai must have received an extremely severe attack just now.
"Zhao Youhuai can't survive!"
There are some discerning people in the hall, and they can tell at a glance that Zhao Youhuai has lost the strength to compete with Sima Shaozhen. The bloody light emitted by Sima Shaozhen seems to be not only purely sharp, but also seems to be able to suck the opponent's blood and vitality.
Zhao Youhuai's strength was greatly weakened and he was no longer a match for Sima Shaozhen.
There are many martial arts masters in this class, including some strong players. Although Zhao Youhuai is strong, there are also some opponents who are similar to him, or even stronger.
But the most terrifying thing about Zhao Youhuai is not his strength, but his unparalleled speed, which is far beyond his peers. Even his mental power cannot be captured.
In front of Zhao Youhuai, others seemed to be blind.
But Sima Shaozhen's blood arc ability, which can reach tens of thousands, can suppress one thing at a time, completely restrained Zhao Youhuai's body skills. In terms of strength, Sima Shaozhen is even stronger than Zhao Youhuai.
Zhao Youhuai was not Sima Shaozhen's opponent even when he was at his peak, let alone now.
Zhao Youhuai is indeed fast and powerful. But Yang Ji has fought with him, and Zhao Youhuai's most outstanding ability is not this. It is the demon blood in his body.
But when he transformed into a huge monster, that was when he was truly most powerful. Yang Ji originally thought that Zhao Youhuai would use this ability, but until the end, he did not use this ability.
"It should be that this ability is limited and cannot be used unlimitedly!"
The Great Asura pondered for a long time, and finally said. Zhao Youhuai had just used it when fighting Yang Ji before, and he was still severely injured in that state.
If Zhao Youhuai couldn't use it, then Yang Ji must have "helped" in it.
"If Sima Shaozhen can win this game, I'm afraid I have to thank you!"
The great Asura looked at Yang Ji and said with ridicule.
Yang Ji frowned and remained silent. Under the strong pressure from Zhao Youhuai, it was impossible for Yang Ji not to try his best. He inadvertently helped Sima Shaozhen, which Yang Ji could not have imagined.
"Pity!"
Yang Ji sighed in his heart, knowing that there was probably no way he could see all of Sima Shaozhen's trump cards.
…
The battle on the ring was over. Sima Shaozhen took a look, lifted his robe, walked to Zhao Youhuai, and stopped in front of him.
"No matter what, if you have time, you are welcome to come to our Sima Family as a guest. Shaozhen will sweep the house to welcome you."
After saying this, Sima Shaozhen glanced at the martial arts examiner outside the ring.
"competition is over!"
The ring martial arts examiner promptly announced the end.
The rainbow light covering the arena quickly dissipated, and Sima Shaozhen, with fluttering sleeves, walked down from the arena. Before leaving, Sima Shaozhen looked deeply in the direction of Yang Ji, and then quickly disappeared from the arena.
in the crowd.
At that moment, Yang Ji and Great Asura were both extremely silent.
"Huh? How strange! Why is there such a strong smell of blood?"
"Yeah! I smell it too!"
"strangeness!"
"Ugh, I'm going to puke!"
…
Shortly after Sima Shaozhen left, someone in the crowd shouted. Then, an examinee realized belatedly, twitching his nose and smelling the strong smell of blood in the void.
Everyone in the Martial Hall reacted. Some of those with poor tolerance and strength even bent over and vomited. An unpleasant smell gradually floated in the air.
Yang Ji frowned and stepped back.
Ouyang Zushi and Ouyang Zhuming also followed suit and retreated away from the ring.
"That's right, it's so strange! Where does this smell of blood come from? I seem to smell the smell of corpses."
Ouyang Zushi also shouted, with a puzzled look on his face. He was only paying attention to the battle and didn't notice the sudden strong smell of blood in the air.
"This is what the Blood Scythe tastes like."
A voice came from the side, it was Ouyang Zhuming's voice.
Yang Ji stopped when he heard the sound and glanced at Ouyang Zhuming with some surprise. Yang Ji had long known through the Great Asura that Sima Shaozhen's Blood Scythe was hidden in the blood, but Ouyang Zhuming could not have this ability.
.
But what he knew was no less than what Yang Ji knew.
"Zhu Ming is right, the Blood Scythe is tempered in the battlefield. What you smell is nothing else but the blood of those on the battlefield!"
Seeing that Ouyang Zushi still didn't believe it, Yang Ji said calmly.
As soon as he said these words, Ouyang Zushi's face suddenly turned pale, as pale as a bloodless color. Disciples who grew up in aristocratic families, the most powerful thing is to compete with each other in martial arts and learn from each other.
No matter how powerful he is, he just has the courage to kill a bandit who has robbed him. Who has ever seen such a battlefield with mountains of corpses and seas of blood?
Sima Shaozhen is different. He is a child of a military family and grew up in the military. The battlefields with mountains of corpses and seas of blood and bloody oars have long been commonplace for them.
However, this kind of common practice has a huge impact on the children of wealthy, noble, and aristocratic families who have never experienced blood and fire, who have grown up in a greenhouse, and whose understanding of martial arts is still at the level of martial arts competitions.
After understanding what the "Blood Scythe" was, Ouyang Zushi immediately understood that the smell he smelled was not like a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, but a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
This is how "Blood Scythe" came about.
"Well!"
Ouyang Zushi didn't think it was anything at first, but when he realized the origin of the smell, his face turned pale, and he finally couldn't help but bend down and vomited.
Yang Ji frowned slightly when he saw this scene. Ouyang Zizhi's strength was pretty good, and his talent was passable. But his willpower was still far behind.
Martial arts is not only a competition of strength, but also a competition of will.
Just a handful of magic weapons refined from Shura's blood field made me vomit. How will I face the greater challenges in the future?
After all, all generals and military attaches will eventually go to the battlefield.
"Forget it, the Ouyang family is not part of the military after all. The main force is also on the ocean. They may not go to land in the future, and they may not force it."
Yang Ji secretly thought in his heart.
The competition between Zhao Youhuai and Sima Shaozhen has ended. Zhao Youhuai has failed twice in succession and has missed the first place, Wu Jieyuan. In addition, there is a stronger "Zhang Pu", and the top three positions in the martial arts examination are destined to be with him.
No chance.
The arena was quickly cleaned up, and in the martial arts hall, there were also dedicated logistics soldiers who kept clean and came out to clean up and clean up the vomit.
Even the door of the main hall was opened to allow air to circulate.
All the bloody energy was vented, and the martial arts hall returned to its original clean and tidy appearance. The martial arts examination at the civil service level is very high in terms of defense and hygiene.
"Next game, No. 12 Zhang Daoyi!"
"No. 28 Song Hong!"
…
The competition continued. When he heard the name "Zhang Daoyi" from Heishui Cliff, Yang Ji was shocked and quickly raised his head. Among the list of the martial arts examination candidates this time, apart from Ouyang Zhuming and others, the one Yang Ji was most familiar with was Bai.
Zongdao and Zhangdao became one.
However, the relationship with the former was considered friendly, and they even bought and sold elixirs, but the latter was different, it was a completely hostile relationship.
Upstairs in Changqing, the two of them almost started fighting.
Baitou Mountain and Heishui Cliff have long been famous in the martial arts world, but it seems that Zhang Daoyi's luck is much better than Bai Zongdao. In the first Guan Jian battle, Zhang Daoyi successfully entered the "winner's group".
"This Song Hong is a descendant of a family outside the continent. According to the Heavenly Ranking, the strength of the Song family should not be lower than that of the Huang family, or even better. This Song Hong's strength is also ranked among those outside the continent.
The head of the family. I wonder if Zhang Daoyi can be eliminated."
Yang Ji secretly thought in his heart.
This time, there are various forces outside the continent, including Holy Land, military forces, and noble families. Among them, Song Hong is recognized as the leader of the noble family outside the continent in the three rankings of heaven, earth and people, and has extremely high strength.
At least in terms of ranking, Song Hong is not inferior to Huang Tong at all, or even worse.
Yang Ji was very unhappy with Heishuiya and Zhang Daoyi. If anyone could eliminate Zhang Daoyi and stop him, it would only be Song Hong now.
"Although Zhang Daoyi was born in Heishui Cliff and is very powerful, Song Hong is also a descendant of a family from outside the continent. His background is extraordinary. I'm afraid he is no worse than Zhang Daoyi. No matter who wins or loses in this game, it is impossible to keep it.
strength."
Yang Ji secretly thought in his heart.
It was when he met the Wei Shenzong that he was forced to use the "Eight-Armed Demon God" trump card. The strength of Zhang Daoyi and Song Hong was only between the two, so it was not that simple to win.
"boom!"
Just as the match started, there was a flash of light, a roar in the void, and a flying sword that was as fast as lightning grazed the edge of Zhang Daoyi and violently hit the barrier of the arena.