C29 Yang Clan's Ba Jun(1)

In the Tianheng Continent, the names of some warriors had a certain symbolic meaning. For example, the name of the Eight Jun of the Yang family symbolized death.

Zhang Yang hadn't been far away from the Heavenly Dao Peak when he bumped into the Eight Jun of the Yang family in a dense forest.

At the end of the forest, a young man in white clothes stood with his hands behind his back. His face was warm and he had a smile on his face. However, his body was emitting a terrifying aura. In the dozens of feet around him, there were trees of all sizes. All the birds were startled and flew away.

When Zhang Yang saw this man, he suddenly felt an inexplicable chill on his body. It was as if winter had arrived, and ice and snow were rushing towards him, causing him to involuntarily shiver. Zhang Yang's heart trembled. He knew that he had encountered an expert.

"Who are you?" Zhang Yang asked in a deep voice.

"Yang Jian." The man in white answered politely.

"Your surname is Yang?" Zhang Yang's pupils suddenly shrunk. He had just finished his sentence when he saw a white shadow approaching at lightning speed.

An incomparably sharp force hit Zhang Yang's lower abdomen in an instant, causing him to groan in pain. He felt as if his lower abdomen had been pierced through.

After going through the blood demon body refinement, Zhang Yang's body strength had reached a height that was beyond the reach of an ordinary person. However, this man just casually attacked, causing Zhang Yang to feel unbearable pain. It could be seen that his strength was really incredible.

Yang Jian let out a cold laugh and said faintly, "That's all." His footsteps were light and swift. When he walked, he was like a ghost that didn't touch the ground. After succeeding in one strike, he did not even look at Zhang Yang and walked straight past him.

Yang Jian was very confident in his own strength. That strike just now... Even a martial artist at the pinnacle of the Acupoint Forging stage would absolutely not be able to withstand it. Furthermore, according to the information he had, this kid was only an outer circle disciple of the Heavenly Dao Peak. His strength was extremely limited.

He was 100% confident that the punch just now would have killed Zhang Yang alive.

Who knew that Yang Jian had only taken three steps when his shoulder was pulled by a hand.

"Eh?" Yang Jian just turned his head and was hit by a strong punch.

Zhang Yang would never forgive anyone who got the upper hand. Since the opponent wanted to take his life, the flame on his fist rose, and an explosive force rushed out of his fist. Bang, bang, bang... In the blink of an eye, he had already sent ten consecutive punches to Yang Jian's face.

Blood flew out of Yang Jian's eyes, nose, and mouth. He let out a long howl, turned his palm, and blocked Zhang Yang's fist. His body was thrown back with a swoosh, and he retreated ten meters like a ghost.

"Kid, you're dead!" Yang Jian's voice became hoarse and fierce, like a wounded beast.

Zhang Yang said coldly, "Cut the crap. If you want to kill me, you have to exchange your life for it!" He put his palms together and shouted, "Flaming Soul Frenzied Sword!" Before he finished shouting, the two blazing flames lengthened and became narrower. They turned into the outline of the two blades and slashed at Yang Jian with incredible speed.

Yang Jian let out a strange cry. He stretched out his left hand and a thick white light shot out from his palm. It turned into a long spear about three meters long. It shook in the air and turned into thousands of cold lights, covering Zhang Yang's entire body.

The Flaming Soul Frenzied Sword was like a three-year-old baby's trick in front of Yang Jian. It was totally not enough!

Zhang Yang felt a burning pain on his body. It was as if he had been stabbed by a toothpick a hundred times. Although it was not fatal, it was still unbearable. He shouted loudly and quickly retreated.

However, if he retreated a foot, Yang Jian would advance a foot. If he retreated ten feet, Yang Jian would advance ten feet. Don't look at his dark green face. Blood flowed out of his seven orifices, and his face was swollen like a pig's head. However, while he was attacking and defending, he was still able to control himself.

Zhang Yang had nowhere to retreat or dodge. The cold light in Yang Jian's palm pointed at him and stabbed him. The force was as strong as a punch. If this continued, sooner or later, a hole would appear in his body.

"Could it be that the martial skill this guy used is already at the Heaven Rank?" Zhang Yang was shocked and had a huge question.

This battle was only a matter of a split second. Although Zhang Yang was terrified, Yang Jian was also shocked. He had met countless opponents in his life. No one had ever been able to withstand so many of his Nine Heavens Dry Hand's attacks.

What was even more terrifying was that Yang Jian had hit Zhang Yang with every move and style. Although Zhang Yang scratched his ears and cheeks, as if he was in great pain, he was actually completely fine. If he hadn't encountered such a strange thing personally, he would never have believed it.

"Is this kid really just an ordinary outer circle disciple of Heavenly Dao Peak?" Yang Jian had a huge suspicion in his heart.

Zhang Yang was beaten upside down, and his heart was burning with anger. His eyes were once again filled with dark devil Qi. A wild and violent Qi was slowly bursting out from his body, with his body as the axis.

"Ya!" Zhang Yang roared. He suddenly threw out a punch to block Yang Jian's Nine Heavens Dry Hand." This was the first time he had blocked this skill that could appear and disappear unpredictably. A wave of devil Qi flowed out from his wrist. It was eroding towards Yang Jian.

The two fists collided. Zhang Yang took advantage of the momentum and rushed forward. In an instant, his nose almost touched Yang Jian's nose.