The sneer on Yang Zhijie's face gradually spread, deliberately stretching the voice of the last number very long.

At this moment, Li Zhou's figure touched Yang Zhijie's back at some point.

When everyone's attention focused on the numbers spit out of Yang Zhijie's mouth, a rude and cheesy voice, like a ruffian scolding the street, broke the atmosphere without rules.

"As soon as you get a horse, give Lao Tzu death!"

Li Zhou held a Xuantie sword in his hand, and stabbed Yang Zhijie in the heart with a sword.

He condensed the spiritual power around him on the iron sword.

The blade of the sword is swift, and the wind follows the sword.

Li Zhou is in the Qi Gathering Extreme Realm, but this sword is stabbed at a level that is not weaker than that of a Guanzi Realm monk, even if an ordinary Guanzi Realm monk is stabbed by this sword, he is not dead and is seriously injured.

However, Yang Zhijie is not looking at the self-realm, he is in the realm of cultivating gods, and he is also in the realm of cultivating gods.

The moment the sword stabbed him, he felt it.

He didn't dodge, a disdainful smile appeared on his face, and said, "I can't do it!"

The iron sword was coming, and Yang Zhijie didn't even have the idea of resisting with all his might.

He just condensed a layer of light curtain as thin as a cicada's wings outside the robe on his back, with the spiritual power of this light curtain, it was generally possible for a monk in the Guanzi Extreme Realm to break it with a single blow with all his strength, but Li Zhou's sword looked like it was at most at the level of the Guanzi Middle Realm.

Yang Zhijie just wants to use this extremely humiliating way to hit Li Zhou well.

If it were an ordinary person, he might really be hit by him.

However, Li Zhou is not an ordinary person, a red light lit up in the depths of his eyes, and at the moment when the iron sword was about to stab, he saw that the meridians on his arms holding the sword burst out, and the terrifying qi and blood surged between the meridians at a speed visible to the naked eye.

At the same moment, Li Zhou's momentum skyrocketed, and the power of the iron sword in his hand was not weaker than the blow of a powerhouse in the Guanzi Extreme Realm.

The advantages of the Blood Demon Sutra are revealed, using qi and blood to carry spiritual power, and when it is called all at the right time, it can burst out with attacks far beyond the realm.

Bang!

With a soft sound, the iron sword pierced the curtain of light.

Yang Zhijie instantly felt a strong demonic aura behind him, and a strange feeling instantly came to his heart, and he violently urged the Dao seed in his body, and the Dao intent bloomed.

A gust of cyan wind burst through his body.

However, before the wind flow hit Li Zhou, his iron sword had already cut through the robe on Yang Zhijie's back, but it was still not hurt before the cyan wind flow was blown away.

Sonorous!

With the sound of the iron sword breaking, Li Zhou's whole person flew upside down like a kite with a broken line, and smashed heavily on the gate of the Tang Mansion, directly smashing the copper-wrapped iron and wood gate into pieces, and sawdust flew sideways.

"Hmm!"

Li Zhou fell to the ground, the hand holding the sword was already broken, blood was flowing everywhere, and the bones behind him made a crackling and crisp sound, obviously more than one was broken.

He gritted his teeth and endured the pain, and with his other left hand, which was not broken, he barely stood up on the ground.

As soon as he stood up, the robe on his upper body cracked several times, the bones broke and cut through the flesh, and the blood spread wildly from his back, instantly staining half of the robe red.

This scene fell into Chen Changan's eyes, and his heart shook violently.

Not far away, Bai Ya was also stunned, and her fair face was full of shock.

The little young maid behind her, who looked down on Li Zhou, was also stunned, and the surprise in her eyes was self-evident.

The old man Zhou Tieyi in the back lost his mind slightly, and he was also a little surprised.

A monk of the Qi Gathering Realm dared to use a sword against a monk of the Cultivation Realm.

How much courage does this take?

Looking at the cultivation world, how many people can dare to do this?

Not only Chen Changan and the others, but also the disciples of the Changbai Sword Sect, including Bai Shiya, were also stunned, and their hearts were full of shock.

Yang Zhijie turned around, his eyes flashed with indifference, and he said contemptuously: "Don't look at your own cultivation, dare to shoot a sword at me, I really don't know the height of the sky, if you want to learn to be in awe!"

He sneered, not only indifference and disdain, but also ridicule and ridicule Li Zhou's self-defeating behavior.

Li Zhou's whole body was stained with blood, and the blood gushing out of his back had completely dyed Tsing Yi red, and the blood dripped down the corners of his clothes and fell to the ground, converging into a pool of blood.

His legs were slightly apart, and he stood in place.

Looking at Yang Zhijie, he wanted to speak, but as soon as he opened his mouth, a large stream of blood gushed out from the corner of his mouth, so he spat a mouthful of blood at his feet, like a street runner spitting everywhere.

After spitting, he raised his head again, looked at Yang Zhijie, and grinned, revealing two rows of scarlet teeth.

"If you do it to Lao Tzu's brother, Lao Tzu will cut you!"

"You make Lao Tzu feel uncomfortable, and Lao Tzu will cut you too!"

"You're a lamp, and you deserve Lao Tzu's awe?"

Three sentences fell, and the air was quiet.

The disciples of the Changbai Sword Sect were shocked again.

thought that Li Zhou would beg for mercy after knowing Yang Zhijie's strength, but he never thought that he would dare to speak abusively, just like he was not afraid of death.

Yang Zhijie's face instantly fell.

"I'll give you a chance, kneel down and kowtow three times, spare you from dying!" Yang Zhijie stared at Li Zhou coldly, and the momentum on his body surged out.

The momentum of the Cultivation Realm can't be resisted by Li Zhou's state at the peak moment, let alone the state at this moment.

But he didn't retreat at all, letting the momentum press on him, pressing him as if he was suffocating, pressing the bones around him crackling, pressing the wound on his back to tear even more, blood gushing out, but he just wouldn't retreat.

He forcibly raised his head, opened his bloody mouth, and said, "Old ...... The son knelt down to his son and passed it on...... Isn't it a joke to go out?"

Against this strong momentum, Li Zhou still said with a smile.

All this happened in a very short period of time, and by the time Chen Changan came back to his senses, the silver-patterned sword in Yang Zhijie's hand had already been waved.

"If you dare to take advantage of your tongue when you are dying, this seat will give you a ride!"

The silver-patterned sword in Yang Zhijie's hand was full of blue light.

"Stop!"

Seeing this, Chen Changan's complexion changed suddenly, his eyes were cold, and he took one step, and the spiritual power on his body surged wildly.

Although Li Zhou's words were vulgar and did not have the talent of a literati, they made people feel comfortable listening to them, which made him identify this brother.

Chen Changan's figure swept out.

The spiritual power around his body urged at the same time, and dozens of sword qi appeared in front of him, surrounding his body, glowing with gray-white sword light, covering the noon sun.

Although he was facing an opponent from the Cultivation God Realm, he was still fearless.

The indomitable sword intent is to know that the mountain is ahead, and you must also step on the mountain.

Not far away, Bai Ya, a complex and tangled look appeared on her fair-skinned jade face.

These two brothers are really crazy, one of them is gathering qi and swords to the god cultivation realm, and the other is also sending swords to the god cultivation realm, but the result is actually not much different, there is only a dead end.

"Hmph, I'm in a hurry to send you to death, I'll send you on your way first!"

Yang Zhijie felt Chen Changan's sword aura behind him, and showed a cold smile on his face, in his opinion, the golden rune Bai Ya in the sky would not let it fall, after all, compared to the two small human races and let the entire Snow Old City face the pressure of the human race, it is obvious that a smart person knows how to choose.

The silver-patterned sword in his hand was raised, and the sword qi contained a violent wind and slashed out.

A sword is like dozens of swords, and the green mangs are scattered between the sword qi.

Chen Changan's black hair was blown wildly, and he felt amazing coercion before touching him.

But he was not afraid, his mind moved, and the sword qi surrounding his side greeted him.

Bang!

The gray-white light lasted less than three breaths in front of Qingmang, and then dissipated like powder.

The remaining cyan sword qi swept over Chen Changan's body, leaving seven or eight bloody wounds.

The spiritual power and Dao intent contained in the sword qi slammed into Chen Changan's viscera from the wound, as if it was about to be crushed and Chen Changan's vitality was completely shattered.

Chen Changan had already activated the Heavenly Demon Sutra, devouring and refining those spiritual powers and Dao intents at the first moment they poured into his body.

Although he was still injured, he did not lose his life.

He opened his mouth and coughed up blood, his breathing was a little short, and his eyes were staring at Yang Zhijie like Shura.

It seems that this sword is next for him, but it is dangling in front of the ghost gate, and only he knows how dangerous it is.

Yang Zhijie saw that Chen Changan was still standing in place, and there seemed to be no other skin and flesh wounds on the surface of his body, he couldn't help frowning, showing a puzzled look on his face.

He used nearly seventy percent of his spiritual power for that sword just now, and ordinary cultivators of the Cultivation Realm might not be able to take it, how could Chen Chang'an take it in a mere Soul Cultivation Middle Realm?

"Hmph, I have some ability, I'm going to see how many swords you can take today!"

He snorted coldly, and the blue light condensed on the silver-patterned sword in his hand.

The winds around them condensed again.

"Come on, I'm afraid you won't make it?"