Chapter 679: The Strength of the Lord of the Li Family (Asking for Subscriptions, Rewards)

"Boy, who gave you the guts to dare to make trouble in the backyard of the Li family!"

"Obediently abandon yourself and cultivate, and you will be captured!"

There was a bang, and the four young men immediately drew their blades and pointed directly at Zhao Baitong, and the powerful aura around them exploded, locking Zhao Baitong.

"What nonsense to talk about this kid, hurry up and cook, don't delay my brothers to eat and drink!"

One of the young men's cultivation at the end of his infancy was strongly revealed, and his long sword let out a sword roar, and he rushed forward first.

"Just in time!"

Seeing a person rushing towards him, Zhao Baitong was not afraid, grinned, and his fighting spirit was awe-inspiring, and when he jumped up, he had already clenched his fists and bombarded out.

This punch is not fancy, it is just Zhao Baitong's physical strength.

The long sword stabbed in, with a strong wind, wanting to cut Zhao Baitong quickly. Especially when he saw Zhao Baitong with his bare hands, he dared to meet the long sword in his hand, and the man couldn't help but show a touch of rampant and contempt on his face: "I seek death by myself, and I can't complain about others!"

"That's a lot of nonsense!"

Zhao Baitong let out a loud shout, and his fist slammed into the side of the long sword.

He wouldn't be stupid, and he used his fist directly to collide with the tip of the long sword.

There was a sword roar, the long sword was derailed by the bombardment, and Zhao Baitong approached and blasted towards the guy's chest with a punch.

The guy reacted quickly, his left hand clenched into a fist, and the spiritual power lingered around the fist, blasting towards Zhao Baitong's fist.

Boom!

There was a loud bang.

With a crisp "click", the young man screamed miserably, and his body exploded backwards.

Just by the collision of fists, the young man's left arm and hand bones had been broken several times, and his left hand had been destroyed.

It can be seen that the power of Zhao Baitong's flesh fist is indeed good.

This is still Zhao Baitong, who is still not in a state of transformation, if he stimulates his bloodline and incarnates into the Gutong Arm Demon Ape, his human dao will be even stronger.

"People who dare to hurt the Li family, boy, you are looking for death!"

The rest of the servants drank together, a sword, a stick, a knife, and three blades came towards Zhao Baitong to besiege him.

The stick was made of dark iron and smashed down on Zhao Baitong's head.

And the long sword stabbed directly into Zhao Baitong's chest.

The scimitar Huo Huo, the sword qi was vertical and horizontal, and it attacked Zhao Baitong under the plate.

The three young men cooperated tacitly, attacking at the same time in the upper, middle and lower ways, blocking either way of Zhao Baitong.

The three young men had cruel smiles on their faces, as if they were even about to see the tragic scene of Zhao Baitong's flesh and blood flying and his stumps and broken arms unfolding in front of them.

"If you can let the three of us shoot together, even if you die, you can be proud!"

One of the young men did not forget to say a word.

The three of them, at the end of the Yuan Infant stage with swords and swords, and the young man with a stick had already reached the early stage of the god-turning realm.

Being able to withstand the attack of such a lineup can be described as a top-level existence in Huaxia.

"I didn't live enough. Just with the three of you scumbags, you still want to kill the master, it's just a fool's dream!"

The upper, middle and lower three-way attacks came, Zhao Baitong was not afraid, and even his face was full of fighting intent.

Seeing that the three weapons were approaching, Zhao Baitong's body suddenly bowed, and then suddenly straightened, and after bending his knees, his legs kicked suddenly, like a smart ape, and he rushed directly out of the encirclement locked by the three of them with momentum.

This hand alone is a level that many cultivators of the God Transformation Realm cannot reach.

It is only because of Zhao Baitong that he made full use of the characteristics of the half-demon, and used the flexibility of the Tongjian Demon Ape just right to forcibly break through.

Rumble!!

The heavens and the earth roared, and the three of them immediately attacked and collided, falling into the air.

"Hey, it's time for the master!"

Zhao Baitong's smug smile suddenly sounded behind the knife-wielding young man, and then, a punch burst out.

Boom!

Before the knife-wielding young man could figure out what was happening, he had already received a solid punch in the back.

There was a sound of bones breaking, and the whole person directly spurted out a large mouthful of blood in the air, and his body staggered and flew out.

The young man with the sword and the stick was immediately startled, and turned around and quickly attacked Zhao Baitong.

Especially the young man in the early stage of the transformation of the gods, the dark iron rod smashed down, the void shattered, and the momentum was fierce, and it smashed towards Zhao Baitong's head.

Zhao Baitong did not dodge the black iron stick, but instead pulled his body up, raised his fist towards the top of his head, and directly met the stick with his flesh fist.

"Look for death!"

Seeing Zhao Baitong's fist to meet the Xuantie stick, the young man was furious, and he shouted, and the stick in his hand descended faster and faster.

Boom!

The stick slammed into the fist.

The expected scene of Zhao Baitong's fist being smashed did not appear, and the stick was so shaken that it trembled.

But Zhao Baitong's whole person also fell quickly from a high altitude downward.

After all, that young man is in the realm of transforming into a god, and his cultivation realm is comparable to Zhao Baitong.

This stick smashed down, and it was indeed quite powerful.

However, because of this, Zhao Baitong dodged the sword that came back and stabbed him, and his body smashed directly on the ground, smashing out a big hole.

"Phew, phew!"

Zhao Baitong came out of the deep pit in the ground, and pointed to the sky with an angry face: "Damn, I made the master so embarrassed!"

Kicking his legs towards the ground, the whole person was like a human-shaped cannonball, and Zhao Baitong came straight towards the young man with a stick.

When the figure rushed out, Zhao Baitong directly performed the teleportation technique, and the figure disappeared in front of everyone's eyes in an instant.

The young man in the early stage of the transformation of the god immediately had a startled expression, and without thinking about it, the dark iron rod in his hand swept directly behind him.

"I'm rubbing, and I'm very alert!"

The air behind him fluctuated, and Zhao Baitong had already appeared strangely, but he firmly grasped the Xuantian stick with one hand.

Zhao Baitong's whole body followed the Xuantie rod, and his body quickly swept towards the god-turning youth, his right hand clenched into a fist, and a fist slammed into the man's chest.

The young man with the stick was shocked, but had to make a fist to resist.

Rumble!!

The two fists collided, and the crisp sound of bones breaking came, and the young man screamed directly, and as Zhao Baitong's left hand holding the stick suddenly released, the young man's body flew towards the ground.

There was a bang, and the young man smashed directly on the ground, his body sinking deep underneath, and he stepped into the footsteps of Zhao Baitong.

"Well, that's fair!" Zhao Baitong looked at the humanoid pit on the ground, with a smug smile on his face, and his eyes glanced at the sword-wielding young man, "It's your turn!"

"Evil animal, Hugh is rude!"

Zhao Baitong's figure flickered, and he went straight to the last sword-wielding young man, at this time, there was a sudden strong coercion in the sky, and he saw a middle-aged man's figure strangely appear on the side of the sword-wielding young man.

"Head of the house!"

When the sword-wielding young man saw this middle-aged man, his face immediately showed surprise.

"Old thing, you dare to stop me!"

Zhao Baitong was in high spirits, how could he be afraid, clenched his fists and continued to attack.

"I can't help myself!"

The middle-aged man's right hand stretched out, and his palm became a knife, slashing at him, and a hundred zhang knife qi shot out.

(End of chapter)