In the pouring rain, Yang Li stood in the distance, and only the fog was filled around, but he couldn't see his true face.

Zhao Ao's heart sank, the person who provoked the Zhao family just now was absolutely extraordinary, and that response actually made him feel that his qi was stagnant, suppressing the distracting thoughts in his heart, not looking at the Zhao family disciple who was trembling in the rain, he shouted angrily, exerted his strength on his hind feet, and rushed towards Yang Li with the anger in his heart.

A silver light flashed, and a slender iron sword pierced through the dense rain curtain, and the angle was tricky and insidious.

The rain curtain stopped for a moment, leaving a gap.

Ten zhang, eight zhang......

Zhao Ao saw a familiar face, a smiling but murderous face, Yang Li!

Zhao Ao couldn't help but exclaim, the sword in his hand clenched three points tightly, he didn't expect that this guy really dared to break into Zhao Yuan!

The body of the sword was red, and drops of rain fell on it, and it sizzled and turned into a puff of smoke.

Yang Li looked at Zhao Ao's hideous face contemptuously, on the side of his right shoulder, his right palm instantly condensed like a cold jade, and he was connected to the majestic iron sword.

There was a sonorous sound of gold and jade, and the iron sword and the five fingers had a violent friction, rubbing out a large string of sparks.

Two inches later, it was difficult for the iron sword to advance an inch, Zhao Ao's face sank, and he was not too flustered, the sword body rotated rapidly, Yang Li suddenly exerted force, and a Hongmeng qi poured into the dantian, rolling in the chest.

Heaven and earth are centered on Yang Li and Zhao Ao, with a radius of three zhang, and countless raindrops explode in an instant.

exploded, and Zhao Ao, who lost his sword.

Yang Li took Zhao Ao's wind stab, leaving only a white mark on his palm, Zhao Ao fought hard against Yang Li's Hongmeng Qi in order to complete the stab that set his spirit.

Zhao Ao propped himself on one knee, his sleeve wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth, the tiger's mouth cracked, and he kept trembling, but the yin owl in his eyes did not decrease.

Could it be that in just two days, Yang Li has already recovered to the Void Spirit?

Yang Li slowly walked towards Zhao Ao, walking very slowly, because he had already injected a Hongmeng Qi into Zhao Ao's meridians, which would consume Zhao Ao like an ant collapsing a dam, even if Zhao Ao was a void spirit powerhouse.

Zhao Ao glanced at a few Zhao family disciples who were rushing to the side, and a few of them ran towards the back mountain.

Dozens of disciples of the Zhao family surrounded Zhao Ao, each holding an iron sword, and gradually surrounded Yang Li.

The Zhao family's sword formation, this is also the hole card that the Zhao family has become the second city lord's mansion and has stood tall for a hundred years.

The disciples seemed to be standing scattered, but in fact, they were in the Tiangang Star Position, and countless sword lights lit up, illuminating the dim Zhao Yuan under the rainy night.

The sword momentum is combined, and the sword intent is consistent, this is not a simple superposition, even if only a few of the dozens of Zhao family disciples have reached the Open Pulse Realm, but the sword and sword match already have a faint sense of law.

Zhao Ao didn't know when he disappeared from Yang Li's sight.

Yang Li held the iron sword he had snatched from Zhao Ao's hand, a chill suddenly appeared in his eyes, and the fierce and magnificent sword momentum suddenly appeared, and it was still the three styles of the sun.

From the Yang Mansion across the entire Tiannan City to the Zhao family, just to relieve the turbidity and anger that had accumulated in his chest for a few days, the sword momentum of the Guanri Sword was in line with Yang Li's current temperament.

The wind howled, the black-clothed hunting of the children of the Zhao family sounded, and the green bamboo on the mountain bent in the direction of Yang Li.

A blazing sun rose, as if the night had been torn apart, and then fell to the earth, through the sun.

The sound of countless golden stones colliding sounded, and there were a few wails, several disciples in the sword formation were injured and collapsed to the ground, and several more disciples filled those positions.

The sword light was a little weaker, and the sun was not less intense.

Yang Li's complexion did not change, the surging Hongmeng Qi in the dantian rushed up, and all the raindrops between heaven and earth were scattered in all directions, and the raindrops that hit Yang Li's body were shattered one by one.

A straight iron sword slashed through the air in a clear trajectory, piercing the two poses.

The faces of several disciples standing at the forefront of the sword formation turned pale, as if they were distracted by this sword, and the swords in their hands were a little unstable.

Yang Li's sword is monstrous, and the Zhao family's sword array is also like a tenacious reef in the waves.

Heaven and earth were divided into two sides.

On the one hand, it is blazing and domineering, and on the other hand, it is gloomy and dark, and the anger is scattered, and it is divided into courts.

Wisps of golden light emanated from Yang Li's body, enveloping that round of the great sun, and Yang Li was no more than three feet away from the sword array.

Yang Li's iron sword burst out with infinite power towards heaven and earth, and the sword array also exerted its true power, and the swords were connected, forming a star map.

Countless streams of light lit up, and the waves finally blew down the reef, and Yang Li's sword broke up the Zhao family's sword array unreasonably.

Several Kaimai disciples withstood nearly half of the pressure, and collapsed directly to the ground, their meridians were broken, Yang Li's white clothes were also broken a few times, and the endless Hongmeng Qi was also slightly stagnant.

But the sword of Guanri did not retreat, and went straight to the hall that had stood for a hundred years in Zhao Yuan.

A blood curtain suddenly appeared in front of the main hall, Yang Li's pupils shrank, the sword momentum stopped, and he suddenly plunged the sword into the ground, drawing a few zhang away.

Forcibly stopped when the sword intent was at its peak, Yang Li was also counterattacked, and he snorted, and a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

Yang Li felt it, the blood curtain was connected to his father's life origin, and the curtain was shattered and people died, and before thinking about it, the Zhao family had planned to use his father to blackmail himself into handing over the supreme blood to the Zhao family.

It is to draw the blood of the human body, drain it and then replenish it with the tantric method, and so on for six days, and the person who casts the spell often dies in the process of suffering from heart-rending pain.

Looking at the blood curtain behind the layers of rain curtains, Yang Li seemed to be bloody, and he was furious.

Yang Li shouted: "A pair of miscellaneous pieces of the Zhao family, quickly hand over my father, otherwise, I will slaughter your Zhao family!"

A sound broke the raindrops in the sky, stirring up Dao ripples, and several Zhao family disciples who tried to sneak attack directly turned into powder and dispersed the heavens and the earth.

Yang Li forcibly suppressed the injury of the sword momentum, pinched the trick with both hands, and used the Dao method to build a heaven and earth to protect this blood curtain.

A dry palm suddenly slapped Yang Li's back, Yang Li reflexively palmed it to palm, and the man pushed back a few feet before he could barely stand.

The person who came was Zhao Ao, but at this time, Zhao Ao had the same arrogance as before between his eyebrows and eyes, his eyes were blank, deeply sunken, and his skin even had a little corpse spots.

Zhao Ao laughed at Yang Li a few times, fell to the ground, and completely lost his breath.

A touch of red appeared from the night, the patriarch of the Zhao family, Zhao Qiyuan.

Unlike before, Zhao Qiyuan is no longer a white-haired old man, but now he looks like a vigorous young man, with fair skin and a hint of sickness.

"Yang Daoyou, this rebel actually provoked you, I have already asked him to cut himself, I wonder if this misunderstanding can be solved?" Zhao Qiyuan looked at Yang Li with a sincere face, and showed his white teeth with a smile.

Yang Li's face was indifferent, and he pointed at Zhao Qiyuan: "What about my father! ”

Zhao Qiyuan stared at Yang Li and slowly approached, and said, "Fellow Daoist, your father, is waiting in the back mountain......

A scarlet claw slashed towards Yang Li, and Zhao Qiyuan burst into a surprise attack.