This transformation of the Eight-Armed Demon God's ability has a bottleneck limit, and the strength is consumed too much. Once it exceeds a certain critical point, it will be completely separated.
But without the help of the eight-armed demon, fighting alone, relying on his own strength, the middle-aged man thought that he was no match for Yang Ji.
This has been reflected in previous encounters in the room.
"What kind of ability is this? Why does he seem to be able to predict my moves every time?"
The Eight-Armed Demon God is getting more and more irritable. This situation was something he never expected before the war started. Not only now, but since he entered martial arts and joined the Ghost Mansion, the Eight-Armed Demon God has never encountered such a state.
The young opponent seemed to be able to predict his every move and restrain him. He tried to confuse the opponent with some imaginary and real moves, but it was of no use. The opponent was not confused at all.
It was as if he knew exactly what he was thinking.
"boom!"
The weapons in the eight arms roared sharply, and each weapon turned into a small destructive storm, blasting towards Yang Ji with astonishing power.
However, as soon as the light flashed, before the Eight-Armed Demon God could react, he discovered that Yang Ji had cut into his eight arms from a diagonal position at an extremely tricky angle, and punched him.
"court death!"
The eight-armed demon was furious. Without thinking, he forcibly withstood Yang Ji's attack. The beryllium, saw, wheel, and knife grasped in the four arms on the right began to cut towards Yang Ji in all directions like lightning.
"call!"
With a flash of light, Yang Ji once again made a superior move. Before he could attack with his backhand, he retreated in advance. In a reverse turn, he changed his hand and hit him on the back with a palm.
This palm was so heavy that the Eight-Armed Demon God felt as if he had been hit by a mountain. Even though the Eight-Armed Demon God's body was as good as fine steel and could withstand powerful attacks, he was staggered by the impact.
A violent burst of Yang Zhigang's blood blasted into his body, and the Eight-Armed Demon God felt uncomfortable all over. The energy in his body was weakened by one point.
After fighting for so long, he couldn't even touch the corner of Yang Ji's clothes, which made the Eight-Armed Demon God even more irritated.
"You brat, do you only have this ability? Do you dare to fight against a head-to-head opponent?"
The eight-armed demon roared.
There has never been a war that made him feel so uncomfortable. He did not lack strength, but the opponent was as slippery as a loach. He couldn't catch it no matter what.
"Hahaha, doesn't the evil lineage pay the most attention to bullying the few with more, attacks, assassinations, and intrigues? When did you start paying attention to the head-on battle between the needle and the wheat?"
Yang Ji's hair was flying and he laughed. He looked confident and determined. It seemed that everything was under his control. Yang Ji was not in a hurry to defeat the ghost leader.
The eight-armed demon is very powerful. For Yang Ji, this is a great opportunity to experiment with his exquisite and super-sense in battle.
Perception is perception, and actual combat is actual combat. This requires a break-in.
For Yang Ji, facing an eighth-level Grand Martial Sect was too dangerous. And his strength was too low to be effective.
Only middle-aged people have this special fighting ability, and their strength reaches the level of the Great Wuzong. However, they lack the "delicacy" of the Great Wuzong, which is exactly the training stone for honing their skills.
So Yang Ji is not in a hurry. In fact, if the battle drags on longer, it will be more beneficial to Yang Ji. On the contrary, Yang Ji does not want the battle to end so quickly.
"Wang Badan!"
Hearing Yang Ji's words, the Eight-Armed Demon God first became angry, and then flew into a rage: "I'll kill you!"
Buzz!
The weapon in the hand of the Eight-Armed Demon God burst out with light, and his aura suddenly surged for several breaths. The next moment, the Eight-Armed Demon God seemed to have made up his mind. As soon as his palm was loosened, the eight weapons in his hand vibrated and suddenly came out.
Boo hoo hoo hoo!
Eight weapons burst out of the air with a heart-stopping roar. They forcibly held back Yang Ji's sixteen swords and the incarnation of the Ghost King behind him.
The eight-armed demon god with free palms turned into a roaring hurricane, carrying many afterimages. It rushed towards Yang Ji, and flew away from a distance of several feet. The eight-armed demon god appeared in front of Yang Ji out of thin air almost at the same time.
The eight arms waved together and hit Yang Ji with thunderous speed.
This sudden attack came out of the blue. Even Yang Ji was slightly surprised. It was not that he attacked unexpectedly, but that his weapon could be used like a flying sword.
"It turns out that this method consumes a lot of energy..."
Yang Ji only glanced at it a few times and immediately laughed. The eight-armed demon weapons flew together, and each one looked like it had the power of shattering the earth. Although it looked spectacular, it actually put a huge burden on the blood.
Two fists are no match for four, and a hero cannot fight against a crowd.
This kind of last move should have been used to attack the opponent, but in order to resist his airtight attack, the eight-armed demon had to use this trick to parry Yang Ji's flying sword in order to free up his eight punches.
Concentrate on dealing with Yang Ji.
"The power of the move is quite good, but unfortunately, the opportunity has been missed now."
Yang Ji glanced at the Eight-Armed Demon God and smiled in his heart.
After flying swords, ghost king incarnations, and his own triple attack, the aura of the Eight-Armed Demon God has been weakened a lot. It is not much stronger than Yang Ji.
However, the eight-armed demon was so eager to eliminate his enemies that he himself was not aware of these changes.
"Forget it, since you want to fight head-on with me, I will let you do it!"
Yang Ji's voice echoed in the void, but Yang Ji's figure had long since disappeared.
boom!
As soon as the sky darkened, it was like a huge curtain covering the top. Before the eight-armed demon could react, a white jade-like figure immediately appeared in his eyes from small to large.
Although delicate, the power possessed by this fist is incredibly powerful.
boom!
With a flash of light, the eight-armed demon didn't even know how Yang Ji got through his defense, but he was condescendingly hit by this fist on his face.
This punch was so powerful that it concentrated almost all of Yang Ji's power. The moment the fist hit him, the Eight-Armed Demon even felt that what hit him was not a fist, but an extremely heavy mountain.
Even though the eight-armed demon god has a body of fine steel and is not a mortal body, after receiving this punch, he was still dizzy, his eyesight turned black, and his body staggered.
boom!
There was no gap at all. Almost at the same time as the Eight-Armed Demon God staggered back, Yang Ji's second punch, with incredible flexibility and speed, passed through the Eight-Armed Demon God's arm and struck his chest.
Immediately afterwards, when the Eight-Armed Demon God was in a state of confusion, the third heavy blow hit the Eight-Armed Demon God's abdomen. A heavy punch, as dense as a drum beat, the Eight-Armed Demon God didn't even swing his fist.
Yang Ji had already seized the opportunity and gave him a heavy blow.
"ah!--"
Three punches exploded, the air exploded, and the eight-armed demon god seemed to be hit by an invisible mountain, and was blown away fiercely. Buzz! A line of blood light fell straight down from the sky. The eight-armed demon god just flew backwards, and was hit by this high beam.
The bloodthirsty sword that fell from the air hit the ground hard.
Boom, the ground collapsed, mud flew, and smoke billowed.
——In terms of combat skills, there is a huge difference between a strong person who is meticulous and a strong person who is not meticulous!
In a battle, the eight-armed demon was manipulated by Yang Ji, and he was completely heartbroken. With his tyrannical strength, Yang Ji held him in the air without any punches.
This kind of battle cannot continue at all, and it will be useless to continue fighting.
call out!
The eight bronze weapons that were fighting with Yang Jiyi's eighteen swords suddenly shot back dozens of feet away. From the billowing smoke, a figure shot out.
"Yang Ji, I will not let you go. Just wait for the revenge of our ghost mansion!"
The middle-aged man returned to his original appearance. He was holding a scroll of five-color sutra paintings in his hand. Eight bronze weapons flew towards him. The middle-aged man didn't even look back. He grabbed the sutra scroll in his hand and shook it behind him.
He collected eight weapons and shot them away in the alleys of the city.
In his left hand, he was still holding the bronze Falun. Amidst the sharp hissing sound, a storm arose. It was with the help of this storm that the middle-aged man rushed out of the city.
The black wind wheel is a weapon of the eight-armed demon god. Once it is destroyed, it can greatly increase one's speed. The middle-aged man has calculated in his heart that with this black wind wheel, he can have a speed comparable to that of the Great Wuzong.
It was impossible for Yang Ji to catch up with him.
At least it's impossible until he leaves Langya County.
As long as he leaves Langya County, Yang Ji can't do anything to him.
"Hey, the abacus is pretty good..."
Yang Ji could clearly see the black wind wheel in the middle-aged man's hand. But he stood in the courtyard and watched the middle-aged man climb over the courtyard wall in an instant without even chasing him.
If he were a disciple of a sect like Yang Xuanlan, Yang Ji might not be able to do anything about it. But no matter how fast such an evil warrior was, even if he was twice as fast, Yang Ji still couldn't escape if he wanted to kill him.
"Buzz!"
Without the slightest hesitation, Yang Ji looked at the direction in which the middle-aged man was escaping, stretched out an index finger from his sleeve, pointed at the distance, and immediately activated his unique ability as a Confucian disciple:
"Little Holy Word Technique!"
The sky shook and the earth shook. Deep in the sky, a majestic and majestic milky-white light pillar containing the most upright and powerful power in the world fell suddenly from the sky.
This milky-white light beam was like a river, with a radius several feet long. Compared with before, it was more than ten times more powerful.
"Boom!"
With a flash of light, this straight milky white column hit the middle-aged man in the distance almost instantly.
"ah!--"
Just a shrill scream was heard, and white light filled the sky and the earth, as bright as day. In the blinding white light, a figure fell from the sky and fell into the dust, motionless.
The white light that filled the sky and the earth did not last, and quickly disappeared. The deathly silence returned to the sky and the earth again, but the sky seemed darker than before. (To be continued)