Ziyan's warm and jade-like face is still calm and waveless, but the breath on her body is all constricted, without the slightest leakage, but her petite body seems to be like an unsheathed sword, and the sharp sword intent rushes into the sky, as if piercing the void of the sky, the edge is endless, and it is unstoppable.

Poof! The two white-robed men faintly heard their violent momentum, and the sound of being punctured, a flash of horror flashed in their eyes, and a kind of ubiquitous death crisis permeated the air, making people feel tightness in their chests and almost suffocate, and if they continued like this, they were afraid that even the courage to fight for their lives would be lost.

Under the oppression of this terrifying atmosphere, the two white-robed men took a step forward almost at the same time, and the momentum of the two volcanic avalanches surged, and a fist and a palm slammed out in the air.

An arm tore through the clouds again, revealing from the depths of the sky, and a bloody fist fight, carrying a domineering fist like a mountain splitting the stream, tore open the space in front of it at once, and went out like a galloping horse.

With a low roar, a wave-shaped palm momentum rolled and rushed, suddenly showing a scene of water and sky, only a line of blue light was left, and a figure drew a faint dotted line at the same time, and the body moved, as fast as a ghost, and instantly wanted to get close to Ziyan Lu's body with the wind, as if he wanted to give a fatal blow that caught him off guard.

The two attacked at the same time very tacitly, one attacking weirdly and trickily, and the other domineering and fierce. The joint attack of the two powerhouses of the life and death realm, with the same cultivation, almost did not even have a chance to dodge and hide, and if they chose to contend with it, they didn't die fast enough.

Facing this fist that perfectly combines the mighty and the domineering, Zi Yan pointed straight to the sword, and the pupils in her eyes were almost filled with the shining golden sword qi, implying the artistic conception of ethereal shock, and with the momentum of four or two thousand catties, she vaguely and uncertainly greeted the surging mountain splitting fist.

The next moment, a strange scene happened, a beam of golden light cut into the meteorite-like domineering fist, the sword momentum, the fist collided, unexpectedly, there was no earth-shattering bang, just a weird "snap" sound, the meteorite fist that had not yet taken shape suddenly cracked, then collapsed, and instantly turned into invisible.

The white-robed man who punched out was also hit by the shock of the air current, and he kicked back more than ten steps in a row, and a trace of sword qi remaining in the golden light flew out, just across his left shoulder and arm, and with a muffled snort, a wisp of blood splashed, and he flew back in pain, as if he had just returned to the ground from the abyss of terror, and his face still had a frightened afterglow.

At the same time, the corners of Ziyan's cold and arrogant mouth were slightly raised, looking at the wavy strange palm shadow, she didn't choose to fight back, but when she felt the wind blowing, her figure instantly drifted away, and suddenly disappeared like a wisp of smoke.

The wavy palm firmly locked on the target of the attack, and seemed to hit the opponent's body as he wished, but there was no joy in his expression, but a sense of surprise. Where the palm blade passed, there was no sense of strength at all, as if the hole was piercing a cloud of empty air, and he quickly realized that it was just a phantom of the other party.

The other party's figure is obviously locked by his own palm, and he can still conjure up an afterimage, where is the real body?

Sure enough, at this moment, a dazzling golden light suddenly exploded in the palm, instantly turning into thousands of Venus flashes, each Venus was filled with a murderous aura, and everywhere it went, the space was distorted, and the "Blood Spirit Blue Water Palm" collapsed.

"How is this possible...... Seeing this, the white-robed man felt a pang in his heart, but he didn't expect the speed of the other party's body to reach an unbelievable level, and the whole person seemed to merge with the air, and even the breath on his body disappeared without a trace.

The white-robed man's figure flew by and shook slightly, "Damn!" Seeing that his strongest killing skill, the "Blood Spirit Blue Water Palm", was easily broken by the other party, his anger suddenly went up, and he quickly gathered the collapsed water power, instantly condensed like a blade, and when the opponent's move was not collected, a blue mang, like a thunderbolt, slashed towards the surrounding blindly.

The two figures crisscrossed each other, the palm shadows flew over, fast to fast, and there was no trick to shake the force, but everyone knew that every time he hit, the white robe felt a strong backlash, and wisps of soft energy continued to transmit from the palms and arms, and the numbness made his entire hand and hips tremble.

"Fight!" "Fight!" The moment the two palms collided, the wrists trembled, and dozens of blue rays were stabbed out in an instant.

It can be seen with the naked eye that the opponent's purple figure was torn apart and shattered in an instant under the attack of this fierce palm. It was only at this time that the white-robed man's face finally revealed a cruel and happy smile, because this time he felt that his hand was really strangling the real thing, and the resistance to penetration, the heavy strangulation feeling, all proved the truth of all this.

The smile on the face of the white-robed man froze, and the previously shattered purple image quickly coalesced and formed like the wind, and Ziyan quickly emerged, unscathed.

The battle between the strong, the battle of wit, the courage, the fight for strength, the situation is changing rapidly, and a small misjudgment may be splashed with blood and killed. What's more, this series of miscalculations is enough for him to die a few times.

Just when the white-robed people were slightly shocked, a flash of shocking lightning pointed at him, leaving a golden line of light in the air, and instantly cut into the stacked blue light palm shadows......

A finger of lightning shot straight towards the white-robed man's face, and the murderous aura of the golden light made people's skin cold and tingling.

Ziyan's strong counterattack, every finger was as fast as a flash of lightning, murderous, and it was extremely strange to attack the opponent's whole body, forcing the white-robed man to withdraw his palm to save himself.

The switch between attack and defense between each other was reversed in an instant, and the white-robed man suddenly felt a sense of grievance in a deep quagmire, and he wanted to vomit blood.

For a time, the fingers were vertical and horizontal, and the golden line of the road was swaying freely, forcing the other party to have to block and carry hard, block a finger, take a step back, carry a finger, and take two steps back. The palms of the hands kept colliding, and there was an incomparably piercing explosion, causing the surrounding air to ripple like water waves.

The white-robed man went from a fierce attack to being forced to kill by the other party step by step, and the reversal of the situation here was only between breaths, and he didn't even have a chance to fight back, and he had to worry about his heart to prevent the other party's attack, which can be said to be extremely aggrieved and angry, what a shame and contempt this is.

It was only at this moment that he questioned in his heart, did this woman's cultivation enter the high-level level of the realm of life and death? If this was the case, then wouldn't this second village owner be luring the phoenix into the nest, he was simply digging a pit to bury himself in his own situation, and he was dragged down into the abyss along with the entire mountain villa.

However, at this time, there was no time for him to continue to speculate, and he couldn't even hand out a palm except for trying his best to block, and if he continued like this, he would definitely lose. The heart was horizontal, the body was slightly sideways, enduring the pain of being fingered through the shoulder again, the body slammed into the ground at the same time, both feet stepped on the void again and again, the whole body rose ten meters high, and the other arm suddenly soared five inches, pouring all the remaining yuan power into the palm, crossing an arc of blue light in the air, and striking a desperate blow.

At the same time, another white-robed man with blood spurting blood on his shoulders was already really angry, and his body was also several meters high in the air, his entire arm was covered with a layer of dark red light, and his fingers clenched into fists made a crisp sound of bone joints, and the flames were spitting out......

The two white-robed people rose into the air almost at the same time, the white-robed drums and hunting, a punch, a palm, as if they had condensed their lifelong cultivation, and they were completely in a posture of fighting for their lives.

Blood Spirit Blue Water Palm!

Blood Spirit Red Flame Fist!

A palm out, only the water and sky are the same color, turning into a line of blue streamer, pure and cold, implicitly cold and soaking the bones of the murderous aura, looking at it makes the scalp numb, the hair stands upside down.

Zi Yan's eyes flashed with a touch of solemnity, reined in an indifferent posture, and leaned out a jade arm to slowly draw an arc in the air, as if pulling the weight of a thousand catties, and formed an arc of golden aura extremely slowly.

A line of blue streamer, pure and cold, like a drop of crystal water, slowly dripping into the golden halo of the arc, burst in an instant, and suddenly turned into countless sharp blue streamers, blooming in all directions, the streamer is like a sword, the edge is endless, intending to tear and destroy everything.

As everyone knows, it was wrapped and entangled by a swirling golden energy, and the heavy obstacles made it difficult to advance an inch, and the powerful sharp blue streamer kept spitting and trembling in the soft golden energy, and then burst open, making a deafening explosion.

Poof! A white shadow spurted out a stream of blood in the middle of the air, and his heart was relieved, and his head and head flew down his feet.

As soon as Zi Yan defused the blood spirit blue water palm of a white-robed man's fatal blow, a ball of blazing fireball was like a burning meteorite falling from the sky, and it had already smashed down head-on.

The attack time and heat of this blow were very well handled, and at the moment when Ziyan responded to the attack of another white-robed man, she simply changed her move to block this thunderous blow, and she didn't even have time to dodge.

Three meters, one meter...... The flame meteor fist rapidly enlarged under Zi Yan's eyes, and the blood-colored light reflected on his face, and he could already feel the heat wave of high temperature scorching his skin.

The blood-robed masked man was carrying his hands from beginning to end, and there was no sadness or joy in his blue eyes, a ruthless indifference, even if the second owner and the three white-robed people died tragically on the spot, they didn't see a trace of emotional fluctuations in his expression, and the life and death of these people didn't seem to have anything to do with him.