The tried and tested earth escape technique was broken. Yang Junshan had never encountered such a crisis. The people who ambush him were not only monks from major sects, but also black hands from outside races, and not only real monks of the same level. , and there are even late-stage Blood Witch Realm monks whose cultivation far exceeds his.
Yang Junshan was not one to sit back and wait for death. When his earth escape technique failed, he immediately transformed into "shrinking the ground into an inch" and ran away.
However, even though "shrinking the ground into an inch" is a very sophisticated escape technique, there is no way he can escape from the trap set by everyone.
Before Yang Junshan could escape fifty feet away, a whistling wind blade rolled towards him.
Yang Junshan was forced to withdraw his escape light and fought hard with the wind blade in front of him. The strong wind suddenly raged around him, and countless trees were broken. The huge movement must have alarmed the monks further away, and there was bound to be something next. More monks came after hearing the news.
Yang Junshan frowned. Even if the monks brought out the treasures of heaven and earth from the illusionary mist space, there was so much competition, but there was only one treasure. Besides, not to mention that what he brought out might just be spiritual weapons. Even if he really brought out a treasure, is it really worth the effort of so many monks to snatch it and fight for it
It seems that various forces and monks from outside the territory have poured into the Liangyu Mountains. The two sides are evenly matched but have reached a rare balance. Because of this, each has thrown a rat weapon, and no one dares to let go and fight to the death. Now from this The treasures brought out of the illusionary mist space actually became an opportunity for both parties to vent.
Even Yang Junshan admired himself for having the leisure to think about these things during a life-and-death moment.
It only took a short time for Yang Junshan to emerge from the illusionary mist space to being attacked and killed by various monks ambushing nearby. In the blink of an eye, Yang Junshan had already fought with at least three monks in three directions, but was blocked all of them. The way to go.
"Boy, put down the treasure you got from the fantasy mist space. I promise not to take action against you."
This is all nonsense. There are no less than ten real people hiding around. If one person doesn't take action against him, how can he deal with the other nine
Although he ran into walls everywhere, Yang Junshan still didn't dare to let himself pause at all. He kept moving and attacking in different directions, trying to break out. Only in this way could he delay the crowd's encirclement of him to the maximum extent.
"This kid is pretty good, what a pity!"
It is commendable that a monk in the Jugang Realm can persevere under the siege of everyone. Even though other people have tried to kill him, he has not killed him. Even so, it is commendable.
"After such a long time, if there were sect forces to support him, I'm afraid they would have rushed to take action by now. Don't talk nonsense, let's fight quickly to avoid long nights and dreams. By then, everything about this kid will depend on his ability."
The people who besieged him became serious, and Yang Junshan suddenly felt that the pressure doubled, and it could even be said that he was struggling.
Yang Junshan knew that this was a life-and-death moment, so he directly raised his mountain-cleaving knife, gathered all his true energy and used the "earth shaking and mountain shaking" magical power, and slashed face to face with the monk who had blocked his way and used the wind blade magic power. go.
In an instant, the earth shook and the mountains shook, as if everyone and everything in this area were placed in a suspended box and then violently shaken.
"Oh, treasure magic power, help me quickly, be careful he escapes!"
"Oh, the earth-shaking and mountain-shaking treasure technique!"
"I'm just telling you, this guy really isn't a fuel saver!"
Yang Junshan's magical power took action.
The monks who ambushed him all around exclaimed, but there was not much surprise in their words. They seemed to have expected that Yang Junshan would not be able to break out of the encirclement even if he used his magical powers, or that the surrounding monks would ambush him. Among the monks from various forces, there are many whose cultivation level is not lower than that of Yang Junshan, and even far exceeds the strength of his sect. Strong racial monks, magical powers are not uncommon for them.
Of course, Yang Junshan didn't expect a magical power to turn defeat into victory. He just wanted to force the two monks on the opposite side to give way and break through the encirclement.
The surface of the Mountain Splitting Knife was already covered with cracks. The successful use of the treasure magic power showed Yang Junshan's determination to break the cauldron. Although the two monks on the opposite side were responsible for preventing Yang Junshan from breaking out, they were not responsible for fighting Yang Junshan. So Under Yang Junshan's strength, he finally got out of the way.
Yang Junshan was overjoyed when he saw this. He forcibly mobilized the true energy in his body and tried his best to escape.
However, a roar came, and a white ray of light had already heard the sound one step ahead and stabbed Yang Junshan in the back!
"Ha, so many people are besieging you, a Jugang Realm monk. If you can still run away, where can we put our faces?"
A joking voice came from behind Yang Junshan, and he heard that the voice was approaching quickly. Yang Junshan's eyes that had not lost his agility were also seeing the monks in front of him who were avoiding each other to the left and right. Zheng looked at Yang Junshan with a mocking look on his face.
"Look, this thing belongs to me. Of course, everyone has their own share!"
The voice sounded again, and a Xuan Gang Realm monk wearing the clothes of an unknown sect reached for the storage bag on Yang Junshan's waist.
"Huh?" A surprised voice suddenly came from deep in the woods.
At this moment, the monk who stretched his hand towards Yang Junshan's waist also had a smile on his face. Yang Junshan, who originally seemed to have been hit, suddenly exploded with feathers of various colors on his body. Flying all over the sky.
"Suicide technique!"
"Puppetry?"
"Substitute Yu!"
Most of the monks around who had not shown up yet exclaimed in surprise. This kind of secret technique is rare in the world of cultivation. However, because it can save someone's life at a critical moment, many monks broke their heads and asked for a substitute treasure, but they could not get it.
"Hurry, where is the boy's true identity? He shouldn't be far away yet. Find it quickly!"
"Damn it, this kid just brought out a treasure from the phantom mist. I don't care about it, as long as I can get his secret technique of avatar!"
"He may not know such secret skills, maybe he got it from some good luck!"