"You're looking for death!" Zhang Zhenjun suddenly raised his palm and pressed it towards Yi Hao suddenly. The earth-shattering Yuan Force that burst out in his palm instantly made the trees on the cliff close to Yi Hao's side suddenly dwarf, and then turned into flying ashes in an instant.

"No, father...... No! Huang Rong exclaimed, her figure rising high to meet the palm print.

"Little Nizi, you get out of the way!" Zhang Zhenjun's other hand suddenly stretched out and waved, and Huang Rong's figure suddenly staggered, and was slapped by his palm and flew away from the back.

"Come on!" Yi Hao's gaze burned, and the giant sword in his hand continued to fly, as light as the wind, dense and orderly as a snowflake.

Before the palm print arrived, it was slashed by the sword. What finally arrived in front of Yi Hao was just an extremely faint palm print.

The palm print was close to him, Yi Hao's chest was like a lightning strike, and his body retreated again and again. "Poof!" , Yi Hao's mouth couldn't stop spurting out a long mouthful of blood.

He stood up with difficulty with his sword and pestle, staring at Zhang Zhenjun fearlessly.

Zhang Zhenjun looked at his palms and seemed to be extremely dissatisfied with this palm. "Humph!" When he saw Yi Hao standing up with difficulty and looking at him fearlessly, he suddenly snorted coldly.

Zhang Zhenjun frowned slightly, and slowly raised his palm.

"Dad, stop it!" Huang Rong's face was full of tears, and she jumped quickly, shouting urgently from afar.

"You stop!" When Zhang Zhenjun heard this, he looked back at Huang Rong and his eyes were cold.

Huang Rong suddenly found that her body couldn't move. She worked hard to run the green Yuan Force all over her body, and a dense bead of sweat appeared on her smooth forehead.

"Boy, suffer death!" Zhang Zhenjun drank lowly. He turned around and stretched out his palm, pressing it violently.

Yi Hao only felt that his body was suppressed by an invisible force. He struggled to raise the Youquan Sword, and the sword trembled uncontrollably. He took a deep breath, and his body suddenly swelled to three feet, and the power that restrained his body was broken free.

"What is this?" Zhang Zhenjun looked at the tall Yi Hao suspiciously. Feeling the trace of desolation emanating from Yi Hao's body, he couldn't help but frown slightly.

"Chop the mountain!" Yi Haogao raised the giant sword in his hand and roared angrily.

The giant sword departed from his hand, flying and slashing at the white palm prints that slashed at the attack. As soon as the first sword touched the palm print, it was immediately knocked away.

"Second sword!" One sword was useless, and in an instant, the second sword was quickly chopped down.

"This swordsmanship!" Zhang Zhenjun said lightly. He looked at Yi Hao's tall figure in front of him and the giant sword that was rapidly chopping from the void, and there was a hint of surprise and solemnity in his eyes.

The second sword was again in vain. Zhang Zhenjun looked at Yi Hao with disdain: "Ancient swordsmanship...... Ancient body method, how can this be! His hand flicked, and the palm print became solid.

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"Nineteenth sword!"

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"Twentieth sword!"

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"Twenty-ninth sword!" Yi Hao's eyes widened, and he was hoarse with all his strength.

"Whoa!" The palm print could no longer support the sound and was broken, and was finally cut in half by the sword.

A huge force came, and Yi Hao dragged his sword and retreated.

And Zhang Zhenjun looked at the blood stains in his palm, and couldn't help but look slightly dumbfounded. Unexpectedly, he hadn't been injured for countless years, but today he was injured in the hands of a kid from the Kaiyuan Realm.

But then, as if he had thought of something, his face immediately turned hideous.

He raised his palms high, and his momentum was completely unleashed without reservation. This power made the cliffs he stood on under his feet sink, and even the cold sea in the distance also swelled in an instant.

Zhang Zhenjun's eyes were empty, and he said lightly: "Boy, kowtow and beg for mercy, I can spare your life if you help my daughter!" His words were cold, as if he was not saying to Yi Hao, but as if he was talking to himself in the cold sea.

"Father, stop it!" Huang Rong's voice was hoarse and she was constantly drinking.

Suddenly, she broke free from her confinement and flew close from a distance, covered in blood. Her chest heaved sharply, and her mouth was panting.

"You...... You used the forbidden technique, are you crazy, girl! Zhang Zhenjun looked at Huang Rong's appearance and scolded angrily.

"I think you're crazy! Just because he is right, you will not allow us to be together! Are you just ignoring my feelings for the sake of your hatred? I've never had you this daddy, I don't know you! Huang Rong looked at this person who was once very kind, but now made her feel extremely strange.

"If you still want to kill him, then take my life first!" A short sword appeared in her hand, and the short sword lay across the white, goose-necked throat. The short sword emits a sharp cold light, and it looks like a treasure at first glance. As long as Huang Rong moves slightly, she will surely die immediately.

"Girl, you are stupid...... You must not move......" Zhang Zhenjun seemed to be at a loss at this moment. His face contorted and he looked at Yi Hao angrily. "It's all because of you...... You snatched my daughter! ”

Zhang Zhenjun turned his head blankly, and shook Huang Rong's body away with one palm. Huang Rong kept humming in her mouth, and the blood spit out of her mouth stained her clothes red. Presumably, this palm has seriously injured her.

Yi Hao raised his head and roared, looking at Zhang Zhenjun with hatred in his eyes.

Zhang Zhenjun turned his head, and the black and white breaths on his body continued to pour out, quickly occupying half of his body. Then, his clothes swelled and his long hair stood on end. He had a hideous expression, like a black and white devil.

He took a big step forward, and immediately a stronger momentum erupted.

His palm slowly stretched forward, and suddenly grabbed Yi Hao with great speed......

Yi Hao was immediately pressed by the invisible momentum and his spine was bent, and the bones in his whole body clicked and clicked.

The palm print was on his body, and he felt as if he was in hell.

At this moment, he felt an unprecedented crisis. The huge gap in strength is like a moat between them.

His face was full of unwillingness, looking up to the sky and roaring continuously, his voice was pathetic, and the sound shook the four wilds.

He struggled to stand up proudly, and the Yuan Force in his body, comparable to the power of the Divine Consciousness of the Hui Yuan Realm, was fully operational. His body was quickly covered in a layer of yellow flames, which then condensed into a yellow armor.

"Skyfire!"

"This Divine Sense!" A trace of clarity appeared in Zhang Zhenjun's eyes, and he looked at Yi Hao with disbelief in his eyes.

The power of divine consciousness in Yi Haomei's heart gushed out frantically, forming an invisible shield to resist the palm prints that pushed horizontally. The shield formed by the "Po" Divine Sense quickly shattered, and then the Heavenly Fire armor on his body made a rattling sound, resisting the surging force.

Yi Hao's figure kept retreating, and soon reached the cliff. The surging strength and the lapping sound of the waves of the cold sea finally tore apart all of Yi Hao's defenses.

"Bang" Yihao's body, like a kite with broken wings, flew over the cold sea outside the cliff.