A sword can distinguish between superiority and inferiority, as well as life and death.
Yang Ji didn't hold back at all. The sword wing behind his back turned into a flying sword and stretched out from his palm. The four kinds of hidden sword intent poured out crazily, merging into the strongest sword he could slash so far.
A shocking sword intent suddenly formed, and the sword energy soared into the sky. Yang Ji's aura was dozens of times higher than the previous moment.
The rolling pressure was like an abyss entering the sea, mixed with the sword intention and rushing in all directions, causing the air to instantly turn into tiny flying swords and boil.
Yang Ji's unreserved pouring out of his strength caused the expressions of the white-haired old man and others who were originally ashen to change drastically. This big change was a surprise that came from a desperate situation.
"Such a strong sword intention. I didn't expect him to be so strong. It turns out he has been hiding his strength!" The white-haired old man and others looked overjoyed. As soon as the sword came out, they instantly saw the hope of survival.
"I didn't expect that there would be a genius of this level coming with us for the assessment. We are so lucky. Perhaps we should not die!" The elegant middle-aged man stared at Yang Ji, his eyes gleaming with joy. mad.
"This guy is so strong..." The expression of the girl in the costume changed slightly, but when she thought that Yang Ji woke up from Daoyun before her, she felt a little relieved. The mood swings were not as big as those of the white-haired old man and others, but There were still strange colors in her eyes, and at this moment she truly realized how powerful Yang Ji was.
Facing this sword, Di Xuanzhen was also moved by it. He moved faster and wanted to kill Yang Ji who was crazily increasing his momentum.
Yang Ji suddenly raised his head, and in this flash of lightning, eight figures were also separated, arranged in all directions, forming a counter-surrounding of Di Xuanzhen.
Clang, clang, clang!
The swords of the two collided thousands of times in an instant, and a dazzling white sword light suddenly erupted. When the sword light completely filled the entire secret room, the sound of the collision inside suddenly stopped and became silent.
"How's it going?" Everyone looked solemn, their hearts raised, and they all looked at the dazzling sword light, trying to find out what was going on inside.
Soon, the sword light dissipated, revealing two figures standing inside, with their backs to each other.
Both of them were silent, and the white-haired old man and others also held their breaths, their hearts pounding, wondering whether they would win or lose.
But suddenly, poof! Emperor Xuanzhen staggered, his robe exploded, his sword energy split, and countless rays of blood shot out. He also spat out a large mouthful of blood, and his energy and spirit instantly withered.
"Won?"
"Haha, I won!"
Everyone looked at each other and were all ecstatic.
Emperor Xuanzhen wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth, turned around slowly, looked at Yang Ji, and said in a deep voice: "My clone has a strong murderous intention, but unfortunately the level of the technique is not yet ready. I didn't expect that your Zhoutian Shifting would reach perfection. , he moved his body in an instant and slashed out eight swords, turning passivity into initiative. The four styles of Guizang swordsmanship in his hand also reached a perfect fusion state, and the swordsmanship is sharp."
"At such an age, you have already reached this level of attainment in magic. You have a very strong understanding. You are not afraid of my strong murderous intention, your expression remains calm, you are calm and measured, and your character is also of the highest quality. You are very good, Wuji. Daozong has another genius that catches my eye."
"You killed my clone, and I remember you. But, I don't know your name yet." Di Xuan looked at Yang Ji blankly. There was no hostility in his eyes, and there was just appreciation.
"The murderer, Luo Xiong!" Yang Ji turned around and said.
"Luo Xiong? I remember you. A strong person meets a strong person on the road. You and I are all fellow travelers. We will meet again." Di Xuanzhen took a deep look at Yang Ji. After saying this, the sword energy hidden in his body It exploded again, and the body was instantly cut into several pieces and scattered on the ground.
Immediately afterwards, it turned into eight streams of black smoke and turned into the corpses of the eight city lords again.
Seeing this scene, everyone was amazed.
"Who is this Emperor Xuanzhen? Such methods are too unbelievable." The white-haired old man pushed himself up and staggered to the corpse, showing a look of shock.
"This technique is too similar to the "Tianmo Yixinshen Gong". It is said that this technique comes from the Tianmo clan. It can divide the mind into eight parts. The eight parts of the heart are connected with each other, but they exist independently. Each part of the heart can control the eight parts that suit itself. people, and this is not just a matter of control.
Instead of controlling it, it retains its independent thoughts and personality. When eight people merge into one, they will burst out with terrifying strength. "The elegant middle-aged man also came closer and stared.
"Emperor Xuanzhen? Why do I seem to have heard of it somewhere?" The cold young man frowned and walked slowly over.
"Di Xuanzang? Could it be that he is Emperor Xuanzang, the Taoist disciple of the Killing Demon Sect?" The white-haired old man suddenly changed his expression.
"Daozi of the Slayer Demon Sect? How could such a person appear here?" The smile on the smiling young man's face faltered, and cold sweat broke out on his back.
"If the technique he used is really the "Heavenly Demon's Yixin Divine Technique", then the guy who calls himself Emperor Xuanzhen is probably the Taoist disciple of the Killing Demon Sect, Emperor Xuanzhen"! "The black-haired old man took a deep breath and said.
"That's right when you think about it. Otherwise, why would you say that a clone is so powerful? In our first assessment, we encountered a clone of such a person, and this fellow Taoist actually killed him with his powerful strength. We are really unfortunate. What a blessing!"
Everyone was worried, this time was too thrilling, how could they have imagined that such a person could be hiding in the small Baxuan City.
What surprised them even more was that among the people who came with them for the assessment, there was someone who could kill Daozi's clone at the same level.
Everyone looked at Yang Ji quietly, their eyes flashing slightly, not knowing what they were thinking.
"Whether he is a clone of Demon Sect Daozi or not, he is dead at this moment. The corpses of the eight city lords of Baxuan City are all here. Please take one each." Yang Jidan said calmly.
"Thank you, fellow Taoist." Everyone was overjoyed when they heard this and bowed their hands one after another.
The well-dressed girl first collected the body of the seductive woman, and then flashed a ball of spiritual light towards Yang Ji: "There is a low-grade treasure inside. You killed this Demon Sect Taoist, so I can't take it for nothing."
Yang Ji saw her stern expression, nodded while thinking, and then withdrew his hand.
"Hey, I don't have any treasures with me, but I am willing to serve you." The white-haired old man collected a corpse and bowed deeply to Yang Ji.
"I am also willing to serve you." The black-haired old man glanced at Yang Ji, and without hesitation, he bowed like the white-haired old man.
"I have nothing to offer, I only have this strength." The burly man smiled, received a corpse, and bowed to Yang Ji.
"I am willing too." The cold young man hesitated for two breaths and said the same.
"I am willing too." The elegant middle-aged Ruhe smiled and bowed.
"Hmph! You guys are really smart. I don't want to miss such a good opportunity. Lord, I am also willing to serve you." The smiling young man said with a gentle smile.
"You want to follow me?" Yang Ji asked in surprise.
"A genius like you who can compete with Daozi's clone has unlimited potential and a bright future. There is an 80% chance of becoming a true successor in the future. If they miss this opportunity, I am afraid they will regret it and want to contact you again in the future. It’s probably very difficult for a genius like this.” The girl in the costume said slowly.
"But I'm used to freedom, and I don't want to be tied down by trivial matters. If you take the body away, I don't need anything in return from you." Yang Jidan shook his head.
"No, no, no, in the future, if you achieve the true legend, if there is no one in the 800-mile sky, then it will not be the true legend."
"If you become a Taoist disciple in the future and have no one to work with and do everything yourself, that will be the biggest failure of a Taoist disciple."
"With this kind of situation, I am not worthy of competing for the position of leader in the future, let alone holding the power of life and death and commanding millions of disciples."
"Actually, building a force will be of great benefit to you. Whether you are within the sect or outside the sect, it can solve a lot of troublesome and trivial matters for you."
"If you are willing to open the door to welcome guests, I am afraid that a lot of people from the elders in the sect will depend on you in the future. If you are lonely and independent, I am afraid that others will not come even if they want to be attached."
"The journey of cultivating immortals is about being humane and worldly. If a person becomes an immortal through hard work, then you will not join the Taoist sect. It will be much easier for you to build your own power, help each other on the road to immortality, and have someone to share your worries and solve problems for you. "
The well-dressed girl smiled.
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Thanks to the supporting character Liuhe God King for the reward of 1666 coins.
