Four hundred and fortieth chapters final challenge (twenty)
On the ring, the voice of the Great Asura came to Yang Ji's mind. From the competition to the present, the Great Asura has been dormant and observing, and it was only now that he emerged.
"Defeat this kid. With this magical weapon, your idea of seizing Wu Jieyuan is very promising!"
Dao of Great Asura.
Yang Ji has always wanted to take up the post of Cangxu City and establish great achievements. It is not unusual for a good man to have ambitions in all directions. However, if Yang Ji wants to achieve this goal, he must at least become the leader of Taiyuan Continent's military examination.
Not long ago, this dream was out of reach. But now, it is about to become a reality!
"Hahaha, one moment and another, now, no matter who it is, I have nothing to fear. No matter who it is, no one can stop me!"
Yang Ji was in high spirits and laughed in his heart.
Yang Ji never thought that his talent was inferior to that of Wei Boyang and Sima Shaozhen, nor did he think that there was a big gap between him and them.
The so-called gap only comes from the gap in one's own life.
The powerful magic weapons on these two people are beyond his reach. But now, having made up for the lack of magic weapons, Sima Shaozhen, Wei Boyang, and Yang Ji are now confident that they can defeat them all!
Without the advantage of magical weapons, these two people no longer have any fear of themselves.
"If you win this victory, it seems that you will have to thank King Taiyuan and Sima Shaozhen!"
The Great Asura laughed, with a teasing tone in his voice.
He was the only one who knew what Yang Ji had been planning before. A newly acquired magic weapon takes time to refine and understand. From the moment it was received until the start of the competition, Yang Ji probably didn't even warm his hands.
Fortunately, King Taiyuan arrived in time and delayed a lot of time. Sima Shaozhen's standard pre-game test "process" also bought time for Yang Ji.
In the time that just passed, Yang Ji appeared to be testing each other with Sima Shaozhen, and they were fighting each other. But in fact, Yang Ji's thoughts had already followed that ray of thought into the mustard bottle.
The blood energy is tied to the bronze blood magic weapon "Magma Crocodile".
Such a long time was enough for Yang Ji to refine this magical weapon and roughly understand its usage and functions.
Sima Shaozhen had no idea that he had given Yang Ji the time he needed most to familiarize himself with the bronze blood weapon. Now that the situation had become a reality, for Yang Ji, now was his moment.
Now, it is impossible for anyone to stop me!
"Sima Shaozhen, take another move from me!"
Yang Ji shouted sharply, and then he moved the "Crocodile of Magma", carrying thousands of torrents, and smashed it towards Sima Shaozhen like a jade pillar toppling a mountain of gold.
Boom. The huge arena barrier instantly lit up and destroyed twenty or thirty times, and was almost destroyed by Yang Ji's "Magma Crocodile". However, Sima Shaozhen dodged it with just a hair's breadth.
"Yang Ji, it's not that easy to defeat me! Come on, let's see who is the real winner!"
On the other side, Sima Shaozhen aroused the anger and fighting spirit in his heart.
Most of the time during this exam, he had a game-playing mentality. But this mentality completely disappeared the moment he was knocked away by Yang Ji and hit hard on the ring barrier.
Anyone with high talent must be aloof. The more outstanding a person is, the less likely he will lower his head and admit defeat. There is no first in literature and no second in martial arts. Sima Shaozhen will never admit that he is inferior to Yang Ji.
Although a moment ago, he admired Yang Ji very much and even wanted to draw him into the Sima family.
"puff!"
In full view of everyone, Sima Shaozhen suddenly bit the tip of his tongue, and with a pop, a mouthful of blood mixed with a white horned dragon, as straight as a pillar, rushed up into the sky like a fountain, and submerged into the "Scythe of Blood" above his head.
"The spirit of blood. The leader of all things, the Scythe of Death, listen to my call and come out!"
Sima Shaozhen pinched the magic weapon and pointed it directly at the Blood Scythe above his head. This time, in order to activate the power of the magic weapon, Sima Shaozhen even sprayed a mouthful of the White Dragon's veins into the Blood Scythe.
There were rumbles, bursts of wind and thunder, and the killing and the aura of death in the void suddenly became more than ten times more brutal. People were shouting and their horses were neighing. Earth-shaking shouts of killing suddenly came from the depths of time and space.
"Look there!"
Someone in the crowd shouted. In an instant, everyone noticed the change on the top of Sima Shaozhen's head. They saw a cloud of blood rolling above Sima Shaozhen's head. In the blood cloud, he could vaguely see mountains of corpses and seas of bones.
I don't know how many corpses are lying on the ground, and I don't know how many people are fighting against each other.
The rich bloody smell even leaked out from the barrier, turning into blood mist that filled the void, wrapping the entire arena and barrier. And within the barrier, a huge scythe suspended in the void looked extremely eye-catching and conspicuous.
"Blood Scythe", this top-notch river-level bronze blood weapon of the northwest military, after receiving a breath of energy from Sima Shaozhen, expanded tenfold, changed its shape, and completely transformed into a simple and simple shape.
A dark red scythe that looks extremely sharp.
The Blood Scythe is now truly worthy of its name!
The metallic luster and cold light make anyone see this huge scythe feel a kind of horror and chill from deep in their heart.
Nothing can resist the sharp edge of this scythe. Anyone can feel the blood stains stained on this giant scythe like mountains and seas.
This is a real killing weapon that has harvested countless souls and opponents. It is not just a competition between sect disciples.
This giant scythe was born for killing. It is a true weapon of death!
"Buzz!"
Sima Shaozhen stretched out his hand to grab it, and the huge dark red scythe fell from the sky immediately and landed in his hand. Sima Shaozhen held the scythe, and his whole aura changed, becoming dangerous, cold, iron-blooded, and full of killing
the breath.
The elegant and elegant young man from a military family who stood on the ring completely disappeared, and was replaced by a major general from a well-known family on the battlefield.
This is the true face of the young master of the Sima family. There is no emotion on his face, only an expressionless face, dangerous and deadly!
"laugh!"
Sima Shaozhen held a giant scythe in his hand, stepped forward, and waved in the direction of Yang Ji. The void separated silently and invisible. A huge sickle-shaped void filled with destructive energy cut through time and space and silently moved towards Yang Ji.
Ji slipped away.
Sima Shaozhen had just made his move, and the sickle-shaped void had already slid out a distance of more than ten feet. The whole process was silent. The cut-out void was as smooth as a mirror, shimmering with cold light.
"careful!"
The warning voice of the Great Asura came in his mind. As a peak warrior of the ninth level, few things would make the Great Asura feel creepy, but this dark red sickle-shaped magic weapon made the Great Asura feel dangerous.
It's not that he is particularly fragile now that he has lost his body, but the feeling of the Great Asura tells him that even in its prime state, the giant scythe in Sima Shaozhen's hand will still pose a threat to him!
At least it can tear his body apart easily!
This bronze blood magic weapon is so powerful!
"Whoosh!"
Yang Ji transformed into an eight-armed demon. Almost at the same time as the great Asura warned him, he activated the wind attribute wheel in the second left arm. Whoosh, with extreme speed and the ancient Yu step, he moved sideways, and Yang Ji was instantly swept across the lightning and stone fire.
He moved more than twenty feet and ducked to the nearest edge of the ring.
"Boom!"
A huge vibration came from behind. Under the watchful eyes of everyone, they saw that the huge dome-shaped arena barrier was divided into two, cutting out a huge, narrow cut, and a brighter light shined through the narrow cut.
come out.
After the incision, countless frightened faces were vaguely visible.
With a rumble, the self-healing function of the barrier was activated, and the narrow cut was quickly repaired, reconnected, and returned to normal.
But for the officers, soldiers and candidates in the Martial Hall, this was already a huge shock.
The barrier of the arena was set up according to very high standards. No one expected that Sima Shaozhen's "Blood Scythe" was so sharp that it could easily cut through the barrier of the arena.
The last time this happened, the "Evil God from Beyond" in Zhang Pu's body personally took action. For a moment, the entire hall was filled with "hissing" gasps.
…
The sound of the crowd cannot be heard in the ring.
Yang Ji seemed to have dodged Sima Shaozhen's attack, but his speed was still slow. Huh, the huge sickle-shaped hollow mark passed by, and the thick magma area that spread around Yang Ji's "Magma Crocodile" was split into
two.
When the sharp edge hit, Yang Ji's right arm was scraped by the edge, and a bright red gash appeared, with blood gushing out, as if it were made of paper.
The "Wuzong Body" of a seventh-level powerhouse was useless when faced with Sima Shaozhen's sickle-shaped hollow marks. It was just like dregs of tofu.
Blood spurted out, and it took a long time before Yang Ji felt the pain. One can imagine how sharp the sickle-shaped hollow mark was.
"What a sharp thing!"
The Great Asura was secretly horrified. Yang Ji sucked a drop of his refined blood essence of the Martial Saint, which was his most core thing. Although the Great Asura had a lot of blood in his body, there was only one drop of blood essence that reached the level of the Martial Saint.
Yang Ji absorbed his essence and blood, which to a certain extent is equivalent to possessing some of the powerful essence of the Great Asura. In terms of physical strength and toughness, Yang Ji actually surpasses other seventh-level martial arts sects.
But even so, it couldn't stop Sima Shaozhen's hollow mark. What's even more shocking is that Yang Ji is not the only one with the body of Wuzong.
There is still a layer of "bloody golden body" in his body that is as strong as gold and iron, but when the empty mark swept across it, even the bloody golden body did not react.
Yang Ji didn't even feel anything sweep over the golden body of blood!
You can imagine how sharp the Blood Scythe is!
"Yang Ji, be careful! This guy's magic weapon is ten times sharper than your flying sword. If you are hit by him, you will probably be cut in two and you will not be able to stop him! I don't want to follow you and lose your life in a match.