Although Yang Li had been wary for a long time, Zhao Qiyuan caught Yang Li being eaten by the sword momentum and the moment his qi was stagnant, and he used his long-stored blood spirit claw.

The scarlet claws touched the flesh of Yang Li's chest half an inch, dripping with blood, Yang Li held the sword with both hands, crossed half an arc, and the horizontal sword was in front of him, and Zhao Qiyuan's palm was connected.

Yang Li pushed and retreated, and Zhao Qiyuan pressed all the way, leaving a deep ravine.

A few zhang away, Yang Li struggled to separate the distance from Zhao Qiyuan.

Yang Li left five deep bone scars on his chest, and there were faintly some laws of blood killing, and the iron sword that was washed by blood and rain also darkened a little, leaving a few shallow cracks.

Zhao Qiyuan's void spirit and Zhao Ao's void spirit are very different!

Zhao Qiyuan smiled weirdly, his long hair was shawl, and his red robe rose without wind, and he sniffed the blood on his hands that had not dried up with enjoyment: "It is worthy of the supreme blood!

Zhao Qiyuan walked towards Yang Li.

In the first step, I stepped out of my childlike steps, and the gray hair on my sideburns turned black.

In the second step, the steps were slightly faster, no different from that of an adult, and his body seemed to be a little taller.

In the third step, a phantom shadow crossed his body in the air, and it spanned dozens of zhang in an instant! The red robe on his body couldn't stand the tyrannical aura and exploded inch by inch.

Zhao Qiyuan's momentum is constantly rising, he appeared in the late stage of the Void Spirit before, and he has reached the peak of the Void Spirit in a few steps, and there are similarities with Yang Li's three styles and styles.

Yang Li seemed to see several unjust souls following Zhao Qiyuan, the Zhao family has been refining the secret method with the body of a mortal, and looking at Zhao Ao's death, it should also be his own cultivation to sacrifice his ancestor.

What Yang Li didn't know was that just when he repelled Zhao Ao and confronted the sword array, hundreds of mortals were sacrificed alive in the back mountain, and five other elders, including Zhao Ao, were sacrificed.

Those vitality all turned into the source of Zhao Qiyuan's cultivation and climbing.

Zhao Qiyuan's eyes were scarlet, and he stared at Yang Li.

The fourth step fell, and the wind and thunder were close at hand, such as, a thunderbolt blasted towards Yang Li, Zhao Qiyuan had already broken through the void spirit, but his breath was floating, it was a pseudo-Dan.

Yang Li felt cold, and he saw several unjust souls wailing beside Zhao Qiyuan, which were all living beings.

Yang Li stabilized his Dao heart a little, raised his sword to his chest, mobilized the Hongmeng Qi of his whole body, and the thirty-six qi apertures were fully opened, frantically devouring the surrounding aura.

A sword light lit up, tearing apart the darkness of the heavens and the earth, illuminating a corner of Zhao Yuan, the sword qi was rampant, the qi ran through the east light, meandering, Yang Li was like a swimming dragon like a thunderbolt falling into the sea, rushing towards the blood mist.

Zhao Qiyuan pinched the magic trick with one hand, and hooked the soul with the other.

Two powerful auras collided together, like two giant beasts fighting, no matter how big or low.

One side is like a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, thousands of miles of corpses, Zhao Qiyuan exerted the blood refining secret method to his extreme, the battle intent on one side was monstrous, lightning and thunder, Yang Li stabbed out the strength of the whole body with the last form of the Guansun Sword.

At the last moment, Yang Li's iron sword body revealed Dao cracks, until the sword suddenly cracked inch by inch.

Although Yang Li's Hongmeng Qi is extremely strong, Yang Li has just gathered his spirit, and the current spiritual sea is now just a weak stream, how can it be compared to a big river?

Yang Li was hit by the blood refinement, and fell backwards like a frightened rainbow, not knowing how many buildings and trees were broken, and finally fell into a scenic stone mountain.

Yang Li was seriously injured, with countless wounds on his body that had been cut by the fragments of the sword, and his chest was dripping with blood, stained red and white, and his clothes were stained black.

Zhao Qiyuan was also injured by the Guanri Sword Momentum, and the pure and bright sword intent had already invaded his meridians, and two black blood flowed out of his pupils.

But Zhao Qiyuan casually picked up a long sword of a disciple of the Zhao family from the ground, and laughed loudly, although his condition was very poor, but Yang Li now had no strength to fight again, and could only be slaughtered!

"It's not in vain for the sacrifice of the elders of my Zhao family! When I kill you Yang Li, take the supreme blood, break through the Jiedan, and replace the Tiannan City Lord of that nest, you can be regarded as a well-deserved death!" Zhao Qiyuan's hoarse voice echoed between heaven and earth.

Zhao Qiyuan dragged his sword towards Yang Li, and with each step, his expression became more and more crazy, and with each step, his laughter became more and more rampant.

A cold light lit up, and the ruthless sword stabbed at Yang Li's neck, and Yang Li took it with both hands, and reluctantly took it.

Zhao Qiyuan took a step forward, and the powerful cultivation of the Pseudo-Dan Realm exploded instantly, and countless qi suddenly appeared, and the sword body slowly crossed Yang Li's palm.

Yang Li clenched the blade of the sword with both hands, even though Yang Li's body was strong, his flesh and blood were blurry at this time, and the blood on his palm dripped down the blade of the sword.

Countless unjust souls flew out from Zhao Qiyuan's Heavenly Spirit and rushed towards Yang Li overwhelmingly.

Countless wails and weeping, that is the resentment and hatred of the dead creatures, even if Yang Lidao's heart is stable and his divine consciousness is peaceful, it is rare in the world, and there is also a momentary loss of consciousness.

Taking advantage of this moment of distraction, Zhao Qiyuan's sword was a little closer, and the tip of the sword was only half an inch away from Yang Li.

The two were at loggerheads.

Zhao Qiyuan said hoarsely: "Come and see, what is this!" After finishing speaking, a soul rushed out of Zhao Qiyuan's chest, and that soul was different from the others, it seemed to be a little less agile, just standing in the void with a dull gaze.

The blood on Yang Li's body seemed to be flowing backwards, and the corners of his eyes were cracked, it was his father!

The living person was extracted from the soul refining method, and now Yang Li's father is still alive and a wasted person who has no mind for life.

Yang Li's whole body trembled, and countless wind-breaking sounds sounded beside him.

Even if you use up the last trace of Hongmeng Qi, even if you fight the last drop of blood, you have to fight with the Zhao family endlessly!

The spirit stream in the body has long since dried up, revealing a dry and cracked riverbed.

Zhao Qiyuan saw Yang Li gradually retreating, and the madness in his eyes was even stronger.

Yang Li withdrew the last Hongmeng qi, and the blood in the meridians poured up to the spiritual sea, and Yang Li took blood as the spirit.

The remaining dozen or so disciples of the Zhao family sat cross-legged behind Zhao Qiyuan, and a faint blood intent entered Zhao Qiyuan from them.

"Yang Li, the more I fight, the stronger I get, and your breath is getting weaker, how long can you last!"

Yang Li was extremely angry at the moment, and what he wanted in his heart was to kill this person, regardless of his own injuries, and which care about his own blood flowing backwards.

The blood in the spiritual sea also dried up quickly.

The oil is out of the lamp!

Suddenly, the blood in Yang Li's body emitted a little light, and finally Yang Li's whole body was scattered with light.

The only remaining supreme blood soaked the riverbed, and under the riverbed were Yang Li's shattered spiritual veins.

The aura can't enter, Hongmeng can't enter, but the supreme blood associated with Yang Li can!

If the dead wood is spring, it is more accurate to find another way.

The Supreme Blood did not enter any broken meridians, but opened up new spiritual veins!

The world doesn't know, Yang Li doesn't know, those families who have stood in the world for thousands of years may know that people have seventy-two spiritual veins, but there is a lack of heavenly dao, and only after cutting off eight spiritual veins can there be sixty-four spiritual veins now.

Under a certain opportunity, in the perception between life and death, with the blessing of the supreme blood and the qi of Hongmeng, Yang Li opened up one of the eight spiritual veins of Tiantiao!

Heaven and earth abruptly changed, and thunder rolled in, like a heavenly punishment descending into the world.

Countless spiritual qi converged on Yang Li's body, and the riverbed reappeared with Hongmeng's qi, but its momentum did not decrease, converging into a big river, and more spiritual energy converged on that spiritual vein.

Yang Li suddenly exerted his strength, Zhao Qiyuan's iron sword instantly turned into fragments in the sky, Yang Li's two fingers of his right hand were together, and the fragments turned into a rain of swords and stabbed at Zhao Qiyuan.

Zhao Qiyuan retreated again and again, but the rain of swords in the sky did not let go and blasted towards Zhao Qiyuan.

Yang Li took a deep breath, took a few steps in one step, and his fist was like a sun, directly penetrating Zhao Qiyuan's right chest.

Zhao Qiyuan still breathed, holding Yang Li's right arm with both hands, bleeding from the seven orifices, and a faint breath of destruction was bursting out, and he wanted to die with Yang Li.

Yang Li glanced at him contemptuously, and the indifference in his eyebrows and eyes was clear.

"Chop!" Yang Li shouted.

A thick Hongmeng aura rushed out from Yang Litianling.

Zhao Qiyuan wanted to say something, but his head had already fallen to the ground.

A Hongmeng slashing pseudo-Dan!