Wang Yanfan is very strong, whether it is as the patriarch of the Wang family of Qingyuan Mountain, or as a monk who has entered the peak realm of foundation building for many years, no one will underestimate his strength.

This is true for Li Changji and Li Xuangang behind him, and it is also true for Zhao Yiheng in front of him.

In fact, at this time, manipulating the fourth-order puppet beast under him that had not yet been fully repaired, Zhao Yiheng did not have much confidence that he could withstand Wang Yanfan's attack.

But there was no choice, he himself knew very well that the two Jindan period monks of the Qing Yuan Mountain Wang family and the Taiqiu Mountain Li family were staring somewhere outside the peak, and he could only choose to fight.

It is not only for the hope of the family, but also for the slim vitality of him, Zhao Yuanji and Zhao Yizhi.

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The flat ground outside the ancestral hall has been destroyed by the battle just now, and there are craters everywhere that sink downward.

These craters are particularly desolate in the light of the moon.

Li Xuangang stood up, nodded at the eighth uncle, signaled that he didn't have a big problem, then looked at the stiff second beside him, and jumped onto its body.

When Stiff Er got up and flew in the air, he also took out the third-order low-grade black evil spear from the storage bag again and held it in his hand.

Staring closely at the movements of Wang Yanfan and Zhao Yiheng in mid-air, Li Xuangang knew that as long as one of the two of them moved, it meant that the battle had started again.

The first to attack was Wang Yanfan, who flew up, and the fiery red flame enveloped his tiger spirit broadsword, slashing straight towards Zhao Yi.

The sword light fell from the air, and the line of fire spread for dozens of feet, Zhao Yiheng knew that this blow was not like just now, and with the body of the fourth-order lizard puppet beast below, it was no longer able to resist.

So the next moment, the lizard puppet beast began to move rapidly, and its huge body did not affect its agility in the slightest.

The line of fire was slashed against the tumbling body, the stone slabs on the ground shattered, and the earth poured out.

Zhao Yiheng didn't pay any attention to this, but after restabilizing the lizard puppet's body, he leaped towards Wang Yanfan in mid-air.

Its huge mouth was wide open, and a high-level spell had been condensed and formed in it.

"Good time!"

Wang Yanfan shouted, did not retreat or dodge, and flew over the huge body of the lizard puppet with the tiger spirit broadsword.

The two met in the air, and a fierce struggle ensued, overflowing with aura, and various high-level spells emerged one after another.

At this time, Li Changji, Li Xuangang, and the remaining elders of the Wang family's foundation building period had naturally also left.

Li Xuangang stood on the head of Jian Er, the Qing Ling Transformation Demon Skill had been fully exerted, and the black evil spear in his hand was also raised, and a bit of cold light on it began to appear.

In the battle between the lizard puppet and Wang Yanfan, after the stiff two approached, under the command of Li Xuangang, he did not recklessly collide directly into hand-to-hand combat, but wandered around the battlefield and kept using the cyan wind blade to attack.

Originally, Wang Yanfan and Zhao Yiheng were slightly at a disadvantage in the confrontation, but after the other three joined, the battle situation had gradually balanced and began to fight.

The Tiger Spirit Broadsword swept away the lizard puppet beast with a flash of fire, and Li Xuangang, who was located on the head of the stiff two, looked for an opportunity, jumped up, and stabbed down with a black spear held high.

With the blessing of the Qing Ling Transformation Demon Skill, the speed of this blow was extremely fast, and Li Xuangang's entire person, along with the black spear, turned into a black light.

Due to the vacancy, Zhao Yiheng had no way to completely dodge, so he had to control the lizard puppet to raise its front paws to block.

In the blink of an eye, the attack arrived, and the black spear collided with the front paws of the lizard demon beast.

A burst of fire appeared, and there was a sharp and screeching sound of hard objects rubbing against each other.

Li Xuangang's blow was too powerful, and it had already broken through the skin of this lizard puppet, revealing the internal structure.

Looking at the "wound" in a spark, it was found that the structure inside was actually composed of various ores.

However, before he could take a closer look, the lizard golem's front paws had stabilized after being slightly knocked back, and he swung forward to launch a counterattack.

Seeing this, Li Xuangang didn't dare to be careless, he immediately activated the Xuanfeng Wing between the two ribs, and before the attack arrived, he turned into a cyan afterimage and flew backwards.

But Zhao Yiheng obviously didn't let him go so easily, and in the front paws of the lizard puppet, a thick attack beam immediately came out, catching up with the fleeing Li Xuangang in the blink of an eye.

Seeing that there was no way to avoid it, he gathered his strength to prepare for it.

The cyan scale armor on the whole body agitated, and the aura on his body increased again, and the beam chasing him was a punch, and a faint cyan fist shadow appeared in mid-air, and successfully hit the beam.

The two wrestled, and countless qi began to radiate from the center to all sides, and finally this cyan fist shadow was scattered, and the beam of light continued to attack him.

However, at this moment, it is much lighter than before, Li Xuangang put his hands on his chest and blocked.

The next moment, the slightly weakened beam hit him, and for a moment, he felt a burning pain in his arm, as if something had broken.

Li Xuangang's figure was shot down from mid-air, and a large crater was smashed directly on the already uneven ground.

By the time he got up from the pit again, his arms were a blur of flesh and blood, and many of the cyan scales that covered them were shattered.

"With today's cultivation, it's still too reluctant to resist the blow of a near-fourth-order demon beast!"

Lowering his slightly trembling arms, Li Xuangang looked at the battlefield in mid-air.

At this time, taking advantage of the moment when Zhao Yiheng was affected by Li Xuangang's body movement, Li Changji and the mid-foundation building elder of the Wang family immediately entangled, and kept using various attacks to drag it down.

Finally, the lizard puppet drew the middle stage monk of the royal family with its tail, and the latter immediately flew to a building complex on the right, smashing a large part of the building, and was seriously injured.

But it was precisely because of this that this created an opportunity for Wang Yanfan, who had the strongest combat power, and he ignored his clansman for the first time.

Instead, he immediately cast his body magic secret technique and came directly above the lizard puppet.

It was a blow with all his might, and as Wang Yanfan swung out the Tiger Spirit Broadsword in his hand, a huge blade composed of flames appeared in mid-air, and then fell towards the lizard puppet below at an extremely fast speed.

The fire light emanating from that sword shadow made even Li Xuangang, who was still on the ground at the moment, feel a trace of heat.

The lizard puppet controlled by Zhao Yiheng didn't have time to dodge, and was hit by this terrifying blow on its front paws.

The incision was neat, and the thick claws broke off at the sound of the sound, smashing to the ground, revealing various structures made of ore inside.

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Zhao Yiheng's fourth-order lizard puppet did not reach the full fourth order, but its strength began to decline at an extremely slow rate as the battle dragged on.

At this time, it has fallen out of the fourth-order lower grade.

Seeing this, Wang Yanfan, Li Changji, and Li Xuangang stepped up their offensive again, forcing Zhao Yiheng into a desperate situation.

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For more than half an hour, the battle was still fierce, although it was nearing its end.

Although Li Xuangang's three people all had different degrees of injuries on their bodies, Zhao Yiheng's lizard puppet looked more miserable.

One of the claws had been broken, and the whole body was densely covered in scars, many of which had torn the tough epidermis to reveal the ore structure within.

Moreover, under the scuffle, Zhao Yiheng has gradually felt the depletion of the spiritual power in his body, and I am afraid that he will not be able to hold on for long.

When he tried his best to force Wang Yanfan, Li Changji, and Li Xuangang to retreat, he also reached the end of his life.

At the same time, the siege against the Zhao clan on Wutong Peak was completely over, and only a few monks escaped.

Therefore, the three Zhuji elders of the Wang family and Li Xuanyuan who had freed their hands also rushed over.

As a result, "Huhu" and four figures fell from the sky, and the opponents in front of Zhao Yiheng became seven foundation-building period monks.

Li Xuanyuan stood beside Li Changji, who turned his head to look at him, so Li Xuanyuan roughly explained the situation of the final encirclement and suppression in a sound transmission.

Nodding, Li Changji said he knew.

Next, a total of seven foundation building period monks from the Wang family and the Li family began to accumulate strength, ready to give Zhao Yiheng the final blow.

Seeing the seven figures flying over, Zhao Yiheng also knew that this was really the last moment, and while he left the head of the fourth-order lizard puppet, he transmitted the sound to Zhao Yuanji and Zhao Yizhi inside the ancestral hall in mid-air.

The seven people who launched the attack saw that Zhao Yiheng had actually left the puppet by himself, and there was a wave of doubt in their hearts, and then a sense of crisis rose.

So they stopped their bodies, but it was too late.

Zhao Yiheng actually cast a spell to explode the fourth-order puppet lizard, and a terrifying energy fluctuation had radiated out from its huge body.

A fourth-order low-grade puppet exploded by itself, and its power was naturally not to be underestimated.

If the seven of them were shrouded in the center of the explosion, they would have been seriously injured, if not dead.

"Retreat!"

Wang Yanfan shouted loudly, and the next moment, seven rays of light fled from here quickly.

At the same time, a fast and incredible light appeared from inside the ancestral hall of the Zhao family, which was a small flying boat, on which were Zhao Yuanji and Zhao Yizhi.

At the moment before the fourth-order lizard puppet exploded, Zhao Yiheng glanced at Wutong Peak again with reluctance, and then chose a small flying boat from Zhao Yuanji and the others to fly away.

At this time, the Qi Refining Period clansmen of the Qing Yuan Mountain Wang Family and the Li Family of Taiqiu Mountain who were cleaning up the battlefield all over Wutong Peak had not yet realized what was happening, but at that moment, they sensed a huge energy fluctuation on the mountainside, which was fleeting.

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The night breeze blows through Wutong Peak, and everything is silent.

The expected self-explosion did not appear, and a huge black bell-shaped magic weapon fell from the sky, enveloping the fourth-order lizard puppet that was about to explode in it.

The latter regained his composure after a burst of intense white light flashed inside the bell-shaped artifact, his eyes closed, and he became a dead object again.

Sensing this scene, Zhao Yiheng in mid-air found that his connection with the fourth-order lizard puppet was actually cut off, he was taken aback, he didn't expect that the other party's Jindan period monk actually had such a method, so he didn't dare to stop at all, and accelerated his speed and flew away into the distance.

There was also a tall figure that appeared with the bell-shaped magic weapon, and when he saw the tall and loud shadow, Wang Yanfan flew back with his clansmen one after another, and they all bowed and saluted.

Li Changji, Li Xuangang, and Li Xuanyuan were also hovering in mid-air, and when they saw this scene, they naturally guessed each other's identities.

The Jindan monk of the Wang family, Wang Hansheng!

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After Wang Hansheng appeared, he didn't pay attention to Wang Yanfan and the others, but with a wave of his hand, he put the bell-shaped magic weapon and even the lizard puppet inside into the storage bag.

Then he looked up at Zhao Yiheng's figure rapidly moving away, his face showed a hint of appreciation, but it was just appreciation, and this emotion did not stop him from making his next move.

A flying sword was stimulated from his cuff and caught up with Zhao Yiheng in the distance at an incredibly fast speed.

Li Xuangang subconsciously followed and looked over, and then saw Zhao Yiheng annihilated under the incomparably powerful sword light, leaving only a few storage bags brought back by the flying sword.

As Wang Hansheng took back the flying sword and storage bag, Zhao Yiheng, the patriarch of the Zhao family of Wutong Peak, also declared that he was completely dead, and that trace of fate did not befall him.

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Li Changji hesitated for a moment, but still took Li Xuangang and Li Xuanyuan to fly forward for some distance, and then landed and stood still, and saluted Wang Hansheng from afar:

"Taiqiu Mountain, Li Changji has seen his predecessors. ”

Wang Hansheng casually threw a few storage bags in his hand to Wang Yanfan, then turned around and looked over and glanced at the three members of the Li family a few times.

Taking a step forward, several spears formed by the condensation of black mist suddenly appeared, shooting towards Li Changji and the others.

Li Xuangang and the others were taken aback when they saw this, and they didn't expect that the other party would suddenly attack them.

Therefore, in the shock, they all subconsciously resorted to defensive means to resist, but in fact, they themselves did not have much confidence in defending against these black spears.

After all, this was the attack of a mid-Jindan monk.

The black spear was approaching in the blink of an eye, and it was about to reach the three of Li Xuangang.

At this moment, a huge golden palm appeared out of thin air, pinched these black spears, and then clenched into fists, and these spears turned into black mist again in this golden fist.

After the attack, a white-haired figure appeared in front of Li Changji and the three, looking ahead with a face like water.

It's Li Changqing!

The golden fist shadow was waved away by him, Li Changqing looked at the other side, and slowly spoke:

"Senior Wang, what do you mean by this?"

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