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Volume 1: Border Martial Arts Chapter 602: The Eight Great Martial Sects

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    It was at this time that Sima Shaozhen saw the last and most important step in Yang Ji!  "Boom!" It was like a huge thunder passed through the sky, and everything around him slowed down.  The earth shook in the cave, and dust fell loudly.  And above Yang Ji's head, in front of everyone's horrified eyes, a dragon-like pillar of air was as powerful as smoke, breaking through the heavy soil at the top of the cave and rising into the sky from the Purple Xu Garden.  "Thunderbolt!" There was a strong wind between the sky and the earth, lightning and thunder, and rolling dark clouds gathered from all directions, and were severely dispersed by Yang Ji's energy and smoke.  Around the Purple Xu Garden, on the high walls, the tiles were roaring in the strong wind. Hundreds of Han soldiers scattered on the walls looked at the purple dragon rushing out from the ground, and they were all stunned.  , pale face!  "I finally broke through!" An extremely excited and high-pitched voice came from the depths of the ground, like an old demon who had been locked up for thousands of years and suddenly regained the light of day.  When the mighty energy rushed out from the Baihui point on the top of his head, Yang Ji felt an unprecedented impulse and joy of release.  Somehow, some kind of invisible barrier and restriction broke through. Yang Ji's body was extremely thick, and the blood that had reached it suddenly boiled, and shrank and collapsed inward. From a state like grains of iron sand, it shrank and became dense again,  Gradually, individual talismans were born.  At first, a talisman was produced in the long iron sand blood energy at the Dantian, and then the blood energy collapsed, the second, the third into thousands, endless blood energy talismans were born from the body, and spread to other parts of the body.  The place spreads away.  When the blood energy in Yang Ji's body turned into the blood energy talisman, the blood energy in Yang Ji's body suddenly became only one-third of its original size, and a large number of meridians and blood vessels were freed up.  Yang Ji is like a bottle, although it is not big, it pours out water.  Pour in the sand.  And now, there's a bigger place to hold the "sand."  "Little Holy Word Technique!" Yang Ji raised his left arm and pointed straight to the sky.  The next moment, there was a roar.  A ray of white light fell from the sky, vast and powerful, covering Yang Ji's whole body and engulfing him.  In just a short period of time, Yang Ji's aura increased.  From just being promoted to the eighth level of martial arts, he directly reached the peak of the eighth level of martial arts.  In just an instant, Yang Ji's body changed from a state of iron sand to filled with "blood energy talismans" that were several times denser, several times heavier, and several times more powerful.  Just standing on the ground, Yang Ji could feel that the weight of his whole body had increased several times, reaching an incredible level.  In terms of weight alone, an iron man or bronze man of the same height as himself might not be as heavy as himself, or even less than half.  "Yang, Yang Ji" When the purple energy in the sky dissipated.  There was silence in the cave.  Sima Buzhen stood at the entrance of the corridor, stunned and speechless.  He knew that Yang Ji was refining elixirs, but he never expected that Yang Ji was refining this elixir to break the bottleneck.  When the elixir was completed, he actually broke through to the eighth level of martial arts.  Yang Ji is now full of vitality, incredibly powerful.  Even he is no match.  Beside Sima Shaozhen, the two masters brought by the Sima family had even more frightened faces.  They are the eighth level of great martial arts, and their perceptions are much sharper than others.  The defense of Cangxu City has indeed broken through to the eighth level of martial arts, there is no doubt about it.  But the aura on his body didn't look like the eighth major martial arts master at all.  The richness is simply terrifying!  They are also the eighth major martial arts sect, but they have never reached this level.  If they hadn't met Yang Ji, the two of them wouldn't even have believed that the eighth-level Grand Martial Sect could actually be so powerful.  ¡°This guy is too scary!¡± ¡°How can the Eighth Level Great Martial Sect be so powerful?¡±¡­ The two of them were trembling.  Suddenly, there was an unspeakable fear towards Yang Ji.  It wasn't that Yang Ji had any hostility towards them, but that Yang Ji's presence completely broke their perceptions.  The two of them instinctively felt fear for this kind of existence that was beyond comprehension and far beyond their own.  And there was an urge to stay away.  It has nothing to do with hostility, it¡¯s completely instinctive!  "Hahaha, Young Master. You succeeded. You really succeeded!" At this time, the only one who was not scheming and was completely sincerely happy for Yang Ji was the Ghost Alchemist.  He didn't feel the change in the atmosphere. He only knew that Yang Ji had become stronger and became a more powerful and terrifying existence than before!    "The edge of the sword comes from sharpening, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold. After spending so much energy, everything is worth it now. Ghost Alchemist, these are for you!" Yang Ji threw out a few Dragon God Pills,  Give it to the Ghost Alchemist, and then stride towards Sima Shaozhen.  The latter's face still showed extreme shock, which made Yang Ji very satisfied.  "Brother Sima, the ten days are up. Are you interested in watching a good show?" Yang Ji walked up to Sima Shaozhen and asked.  Sima Shaozhen is completely speechless now.  Yang Ji's power has exceeded his imagination.  He also broke through to the eighth level martial arts realm with the help of the White Dragon Earth Veins, but in front of Yang Ji, he actually felt like a low-level warrior facing a high-level warrior.  This is simply unbelievable! "Brother Yang, I am really convinced now. It is not unfair at all to lose to you in the martial arts examination. If Wei Boyang sees you breaking through the eighth major martial arts school now, I am afraid that he will immediately surrender and won't do it at all.  No more grudges." Sima Shaozhen admired Yang Ji in his heart.  Strength is everything, and Yang Ji's strength is actually stronger than him. This is the best proof of personal ability.  "Survival of the fittest, the weak and the strong", in the world of martial arts, "the strong are respected".  No matter what Yang Ji does, it doesn't matter. He has proven himself with his own strength and won everyone's respect!  "Haha!" With a gentle smile, Yang Ji led Sima Shaozhen, Ghost Alchemist and others out of the basement.  The morning sun is rising in the east, and the red clouds are thousands of miles away. Following the sunshine to the west, you can vaguely see the dense primitive jungle.  "Now, it's time for me to keep my promise!" Yang Ji stepped on his foot, and there was a bang, like a cannonball being shot out, and a few flickers disappeared without a trace, even Sima Shaozhen couldn't see it.  ¡­¡­¡­¡­ Deep in the jungle, the army is gathering.  Densely packed barbarian warriors were scattered in the woods like swarms of mosquitoes, scattered in all spaces from the treetops to the ground.  There are people snooping around everywhere, and there are always people watching in the direction of Cangxu City.  If there is any trouble, you will know immediately.  The primitive jungle is the best witch doctor. In ten days, the barbarian warriors who were injured in the battle were basically healed.  Even those who were seriously injured were reduced to the most minor injuries and had the strength to fight again.  In ten days, the group actually gathered another 7,000 barbarian warriors. Although the number was small, the important thing was that they were all capable of fighting.  And these 7,000 warriors were all the warriors they could collect nearby in a short period of time.  The three barbarian warriors of Wu, Lu, and He were sitting cross-legged on the ground, surrounded by all the barbarian warriors and masters. They had been in this state for ten days.  The two tragic defeats have taught the three of them enough lessons. Now, the three of them are wary of arrogance and impetuosity, and have made all preparations, not to stay far away, but at the same time not to let the Han Dynasty's army attack, and to stay outside the attack range.  Not far from the standard.  In addition, the three of them also took adequate precautions and released a large number of scouts scattered around. If there is any trouble, they will know immediately.  After two disastrous defeats, the three of them have become honest and just wait for the arrival of the general and the poisonous python.  "Hey, according to me, the people from the Manling tribe should have been brought here long ago. They have four to five thousand tribal warriors, and there are many masters. If they join, we can immediately gather an army of more than 10,000, with  "The strength to fight again." "And if we really do this, we might have won last time! There are several in the Barbarian Spirit Tribe!" Heertuo said suddenly.  In the past ten days, they have summoned all the barbarian tribes around them.  But those extra thousand people were their final "result".  Here, within thousands of miles, no other barbarian tribes can be found.  There was no other way, Heertuo could only turn his mind to the Barbarian Spirit Tribe.  This is the one closest to them and most likely to be able to help.  But it's a pity that Wuhan University Pioneer disagreed life and death.  "Don't be naive. We can't provoke or order the Barbarian tribe. This tribe existed thousands of years ago. And it has its own gods. The general has warned us long ago that in the jungle, nothing else matters, just don't provoke this tribe.  The Savage Tribe. They are beyond our control." Wu Da Pioneer waved his hand to reject his opinion before he could finish.  "But in this situation, where are we going to recruit soldiers? Does it mean that the Manling tribe is no longer a barbarian tribe?" He Ertuo said unconvinced.  He has called the attention of the Barbarian Spirit tribe countless times, but all of them have been ignored.??Grand Vanguard vetoed.  There was nothing he could do about this.  "That's not the problem. The Barbarian Spirit Tribe is different from us, and different from any barbarian tribe. They are more powerful than us. If we really want to discuss it, we will obey their orders. They will not obey us.  And don¡¯t forget, they have a god. If they really want to take action, we won¡¯t be able to watch them enough,¡± Wu Da Pioneer said calmly.  As the leader of the four pioneers, he knows far more than the others.  The Wild Spirit tribe has highly poisonous mosquito and fly defenses.  These mosquitoes and flies are not ordinary mosquitoes and flies, but are controlled by a god with divine power and contain divine power fluctuations.  (To be continued.) Mobile phone users please visit http://m.piaotia.net
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