Ye Ziyu looked at the white-clothed young man who suddenly appeared in some surprise, and he felt an inexplicable sense of intimacy in this young man's body.

When I calmed down and inducted it, I found that this intimacy came from the Haoran righteousness flowing in the body, which was the induction between the same kind and the same kind.

Li Yuanxi stared at Ye Ziyu's eyes, his sharp gaze seemed to want to see through everything about the young man in front of him.

In the palm of his hand, a drop of blood was struggling frantically, but he couldn't break free from this seemingly soft palm.

In the distance, the river of blood surged, once again condensing Yu Yang's figure.

He glanced at Li Yuanxi, who was facing away from him, with a strange expression, and a trace of jealousy appeared in his scarlet pupils for the first time.

Ye Ziyu looked at Li Yuanxi, and was about to ask the identity of the other party, when he suddenly felt a strong wind behind him, he didn't think twice, picked up Xiao Ning and rolled on the spot, dodging the attack from behind.

When he turned to look, he saw that it was Liu Xiangbei, who had met before, and was glaring at him with an angry face at this time.

The punch he swung out hadn't been withdrawn, and seeing him dodge, another punch came.

Ye Ziyu was slightly stunned, and his fist hit him on the shoulder impartially, and Liu Xiangbei shouted, "Good boy, deliberately pretending to be dead and letting you Uncle Liu carry it, right?" Aren't you able to put these two legs on display?"

Ye Ziyu relied on his strong physical recovery ability, and the injuries he suffered during the battle yesterday have healed today, but some injuries on his internal organs and meridians still need to be recuperated for a period of time before he can recover.

His divine thoughts and true qi in his body had also recovered most of them after this night's cultivation.

But it's not like Liu Xiangbei said, deliberately pretending to be dead on his back.

It really happened just now, his body instinctively sensed the approach of danger, and subconsciously woke up Ye Ziyu's consciousness, and after waking up, he took action to stop Xiao Ning, and he was going to use the nine steps of Qiantian to fight against the blood rain.

Just as he wanted to explain one or two, Li Yuanxi, who was not far away, smiled faintly.

Then he whispered to the two of them, "Stand back, he's coming."

As soon as the words fell, a drop of rain fell on the top of Ye Ziyu's head, and he stretched out his palm a little strangely.

The moment he saw the rain, a flash of surprise flashed in Ye Ziyu's eyes, and he looked up at the sky sharply.

The originally blue and cloudless sky has been filled with a layer of strange dark clouds at some point.

The dark clouds took on a deep and strange dark red color, and in a matter of moments, they quickly spread, covering all living beings within a radius of three hundred miles from the entire capital of the Liang Kingdom.

A slightly embarrassed figure staggered over, and after Wang Dingzhou saw Li Yuanxi standing with his hands in his hands, a hanging heart relaxed.

As long as there is this person sitting here, no matter what demons and monsters can do, it is impossible to make waves, no matter what is hidden in Yu Yang's body.

In Wang Dingzhou's mind, it is far from being an opponent of a Confucian gentleman.

Out of the corner of his eye, Wang Dingzhou caught a glimpse of Ye Ziyu holding Xiao Ning in his arms, so he beckoned to him and smiled: "Boy, you are awake, how is the injury, do you want me to take some healing pills for you?"

Ye Ziyu hugged his fists at Wang Dingzhou and said, "Thank you seniors for saving your life, the injuries below are generally fine, and the seniors are worried."

Although he said that, Ye Ziyu still had doubts in his heart, he didn't see Yang Mingxuan's figure after he woke up, could it be that he was repelled by Wang Dingzhou?

But this is impossible, Wang Dingzhou's strength is at most similar to Yu Yang, then Yang Mingxuan is a Yuanying monk who is a great realm higher, and the two are not the same.

Ye Ziyu was suddenly stunned, as if he remembered something, walked up to Wang Dingzhou and asked, "Senior, this is here?"

Wang Dingzhou pointed to the highest palace in the distance and said, "This is the palace of the Liang Kingdom, the old nest of the Yu family."

"What about Yang Mingxuan?"

Wang Dingzhou told Ye Ziyu about Li Yuanxi's appearance to force Yang Mingxuan to retreat, and what happened in the palace later.

After Ye Ziyu heard this, he looked at Li Yuanxi in front of him in a daze, a Confucian gentleman

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That his own induction seems to be correct, and his body is indeed full of Haoran righteousness with the same root as himself.

It's just that these things that happened later were really complicated enough, and Yu Yang's change really surprised everyone.

It's just that this move that turns into blood mist, how can it look so familiar? always gives Ye Ziyu a sense of déjà vu.

Li Yuanxi flashed to Ye Ziyu's side, grabbed one of his arms without saying a word, and before he could react, a white light swept across his palm, and red blood dripped down.

Ye Ziyu wanted to withdraw and retreat, but there was a tingling sensation in his arm, and his body was unable to move at all.

The corners of his eyes twitched, and he said in a deep voice, "Mr. Li, what are you doing!"

The reason why there was no return fire was because there was a huge gap in strength between the two sides.

The second is because Ye Ziyu can feel that Li Yuanxi has no killing intent towards him, if such a character wants to do it to himself, in his current state, he can only wait to be killed.

Li Yuanxi looked directly at Ye Ziyu's eyes, his black pupils were as clear as a stream, and although a trace of panic flashed, he quickly calmed down.

He secretly claimed to be surprised in his heart, looking at his bone age is only a teenager, but his mind is already resolute, and it can be said that it is rare to be in danger.

Li Yuanxi smiled and said, "I borrowed your sword and threw it in the suburbs and forgot to bring it back, and now I still need you to make some blood and call it back."

Ye Ziyu's face darkened, good guy, it turned out that he was going to use his own sword, and he would have said no to it, and he didn't say that he wouldn't lend it to you.

Wait, his forehead is bruised, his sword is forgotten, and he is thrown outside?

That's a magic weapon that is enough to split Yang Qinghua's Ruyi A, how can it be thrown in the suburbs like this?

Before he could attack, Li Yuanxi patted the long ears of the snow rabbit in Ye Ziyu's arms, Xiao Ning was frightened by him and went straight to Ye Ziyu's arms.

Li Yuanxi laughed, Ye Ziyu's face darkened even more, but he saw this Confucian gentleman who had no formal shape pointing at him.

The strange light instantly covered his palm, and the blood flowed out and was enveloped in the light, and not a drop fell to the ground.

At the moment when he was stunned, Li Yuanxi then pointed at the light cluster again, and a strange fluctuation was emitted between his fingers, like a long sword trembling.

On the devastated suburban battlefield, the Fengxing Sword that was inserted on the ground by Yang Mingxuan seemed to have received some strange traction.

There was a faint glimmer of light from the ancient sword, and Cui Yanwen, who was so startled that he wanted to take this sword away, jumped up in place in a flash.

He was placed by Xiao Ning in the mountains and forests dozens of miles away, and later Xiao Ning turned around and rushed back to the battlefield here.

And repeatedly warned him not to act rashly, if he did not come back, let him leave the capital, and did not forget to stuff a stack of silver tickets in his arms before leaving.

When he waited until the time, he never saw Xiao Ning return, and he was worried about the safety of the two benefactors, and the fluctuations from the battlefield in the distance gradually stopped.

Cui Yanwen then walked out of the woods with courage and cautiously approached the battlefield all the way.

When he arrived, it was already dawn, the battlefield was empty, and after searching for a long time, Cui Yanwen found the Fengxing Sword on a raised ground.

But he pulled it out for a long time, and used all his strength to eat, but he couldn't shake the sword in the slightest.

Just as he tried again, he happened to see the scene of the Fengxing Sword's sword body glowing on its own.

Cui Yanwen didn't want to take this sword for himself, he knew that this was Ye Ziyu's weapon.

Although the two benefactors have disappeared now, he firmly believes that both of them are still alive, but he estimates that the battle is too fierce, so he lost his weapons here.

Just as he was bold enough to step forward and draw his sword again, the Fengxing Sword trembled, and then directly broke through the soil, cracking the soil layer and turning into a streamer of light and rushing away into the sky.

Cui Yanwen was in a daze on the spot.

Suddenly, he was tapped on the shoulder, and he hurriedly turned around to look, and it turned out to be a ragged man

The boy walked behind him at some point.

Wu Jun glanced at Changhong in the distance out of the corner of his eye, and when he saw the blood rain falling from the sky, the haze in his heart deepened.

The Wind Walking Sword broke through the air and flew straight to the place where Ye Ziyu was standing.

At this moment, the blood mist condensed in mid-air, and "Yu Yang" sneered at the few people below, opened his blood palm the size of a grinding disc and slapped it against the Fengxing Sword.

Li Yuanxi's eyes froze, and he flicked his fingers to use his magical powers, but he caught a glimpse of Ye Ziyu on the side with an indifferent expression, not realizing the horror of the bloody palm at all.

The blood demon skills recorded in the "Ghost Destroyer" are very secretive, and the legend is taken from the ancient blood demon secret method.

Those who have cultivated to perfection can drip blood to regenerate the flesh shell, and as long as the true blood is not destroyed, the blood demon will live forever.

In addition to the terrifying regeneration ability, all the monks who practice the Blood Demon Skill have the most ruthless Blood Demon True Qi.

All spiritual weapons and magic weapons, once they are eroded by this blood demon's true qi, will fall into spiritual light and turn into mortal iron.

In the moment when Li Yuanxi hesitated, the bloody palm had already slapped on the Fengxing Sword.

He sighed slightly in his heart, and his palm couldn't help but touch the jade pendant hanging from his waist, it seemed that he could only use it.

The Fengxing Sword was devoured by the bloody palm in an instant, "Yu Yang" sneered, and the body was about to dissipate, but a long rainbow suddenly lit up in the bloody palm behind him, and a sword flew out and stabbed straight towards his head.

In the face of this sudden attack, "Yu Yang" was shocked, but his body instinctively dispersed into a cloud of blood mist, the white light on the Fengxing Sword was blazing, and the bell wave was mighty, shaking away a small piece of blood mist that had no time to escape.

With a whoosh, the Fengxing Sword flew into Ye Ziyu's palm.

Li Yuanxi was slightly stunned, he didn't expect Ye Ziyu to have this hand, but the young man opposite was already holding the sword in both hands and handed it to him.

"Mr. Li, don't fall into the prestige of this sword."

Li Yuanxi smiled, took the long sword with both hands, and when he touched the half of the strange sword body, the Confucian gentleman's eyes that had always been plain as water couldn't help but flash a touch of surprise.

However, he quickly turned to face "Yu Yang" behind him, and the blade of his sword pointed directly at the sky.

"Yu Yang, no, I should call you Zhou Yiping, come out and die."

The blood mist condensed, and Yu Yang showed his true body with a calm face, staring at the white-clothed young man below.

"Who the hell are you?"