Seeing that Zhao Yunfeng and Zhao Yuntian's brothers had fled outside the Moon Villa, Yang Yi was still in hot pursuit, and had no intention of giving up.

Yang Yi's light skills were much higher than the two, and it didn't take long for him to catch up with Zhao Yuntian behind him.

"Die!"

Yang Yi smashed at Zhao Yuntian from behind.

Zhao Yuntian was shocked, and he didn't have time to turn around and change his moves, so he could only reluctantly turn around and raise his gun to resist.

When a loud bang came out, the golden gun in Zhao Yuntian's hand was directly smashed.

The four-edged blade slammed into the top of Zhao Yuntian's head.

Poof!

The blood rain is scattered!

A generation of peak masters of the Purple Mansion Realm was directly smashed and died, I have to say that this Zhao Yuntian is the most aggrieved person among the brothers of the Zhao family.

The golden spear in Zhao Yuntian's hand was a low-grade treasure, and it was supposed that no matter what, with the blessing of his martial soul and true yuan, he should be able to block Yang Yi's blow.

But he didn't know at all that after Yang Yi broke through to the Purple Mansion Realm, his strength directly increased several times, and his divine power now exceeded 100,000 catties.

What's more, the four-edged blade in Yang Yi's hand is still a medium-grade treasure.

Hearing the terrible screams behind him, Zhao Yunfeng turned his head to take a look, and was suddenly frightened.

"Father save me!"

Zhao Yunfeng hissed for help while speeding up and escaping towards the depths of Moon Moon Villa.

"Bold!"

An angry old man shouted from the depths of Mochizuki Villa.

"Junior, damn it, dare to kill my Zhao family disciple!"

A terrifying aura rose to the sky.

Yang Yi's expression froze, and he suddenly stopped his figure and looked in the direction where the terrifying aura was.

It was a white light as bright as a star, and in the light, there was a figure.

The white light, the aura was extremely powerful, even if it was a few miles away, Yang Yi felt a palpitation.

Seeing the figure, Zhao Yunfeng finally breathed a sigh of relief, stopped escaping, and smiled at Yang Yi: "Boy, your death time has come!"

"It's not good! It's the old guy Zhao Banjiang who came out, Yang Yi run away! He's a half-step grandmaster, you're not an opponent!"

Yin Qingyang and the other three who were chasing after him saw the figure, and they were immediately shocked, and anxiously urged Yang Yi.

"Whether it's an opponent or not, you can only know if you have fought. ”

Yang Yi was not afraid, and once again performed the trick of Longyou, six or seven hundred meters in one step.

After a few breaths, he had already rushed to Zhao Yunfeng and smashed it down.

Zhao Yunfeng didn't expect that when Yang Yi saw his father rushing out of the villa, not only did he not run away, but killed him, and when he reacted and waved his gun to resist, Yang Yi had already smashed it down.

Poof!

I have to say that Zhao Yunfeng is so stupid that he seems to have forgotten how his eldest brother died.

Under one blow, Zhao Yunfeng also followed in the footsteps of Zhao Yuntian, the big gun was broken, the head was shattered, and he didn't even scream, and a generation of heroes who had been entrenched in Changshan for many years fell!

"Ahh

The figure who rushed out of the villa, when he saw this scene, his eyes were cracked, and he hissed loudly.

"Junior, damn, you deserve to die! Dare to kill the old man and his two sons in front of the old man, no one in heaven and on earth can save you! Give the old man death!"

The figure had already rushed to a height of 100 meters in the air, and in a fit of rage, he slapped Yang Yi with a volley.

With his palm, a terrifying True Yuan giant palm with a diameter of thirty or forty meters suddenly condensed out, and at an extremely terrifying speed, it slapped towards Yang Yi below.

Yang Yi's face was shocked, and when he saw that Zhenyuan's big palm was slapped, it was too late to dodge, and he immediately shouted, and an incomparably strong crimson light erupted all over his body.

A red dragon condensed by the True Yuan rushed out and rushed towards the True Yuan Palm.

The red dragon was only eight or nine meters long, and compared to the True Yuan Palm, it was like a small snake.

But the red dragon was not afraid, and roared and crashed into the Zhenyuan palm.

Boom!

Between breaths, the two sides have collided together.

The Zhenyuan palm didn't seem to be affected much, and it still slapped downward.

The red dragon was directly slapped away by the real yuan palm!

Rumble!

Zhenyuan's big palm was slapped straight.

The earth shook and the earth flew.

A palm print of fifty or sixty meters in size and several feet deep instantly appeared on the ground.

Yang Yi was also within the range of that big palm's attack, and under one palm, he instantly lost his trace.

"It's over!"

When Yin Qingyang, Zhong Zhengu and Zhang Fengqiao saw this, their faces were as if they were dead, their expressions were extremely ugly, and they even forgot to escape.

The figure showed its true face, but it was a burly old man with gray hair and a long beard on his face.

He is none other than Zhao Banjiang, the person with the highest cultivation in the Zhao family, and the aura on his body is extremely powerful, not like a consummation martial artist of the Purple Mansion Realm at all, but more like a grandmaster of the True Martial Realm.

Zhao Banjiang did not land, but condensed at a height of 100 meters, snorting coldly and looking down.

"Huh?"

Suddenly, an embarrassed figure jumped out of the palm print on the ground.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem......"

Yang Yi coughed loudly and fell to the ground.

At this moment, his image is quite miserable and embarrassed, blood is spurting from his mouth and nose, his clothes are also tattered, his face is pale, and his expression is a little sluggish.

"Is this the power of a half-step grandmaster?

Yang Yi spat out a mouthful of blood and squinted at Zhao Banjiang in the air.

"How is it possible?"

Zhao Banjiang looked surprised.

He just shot out with anger, and he had already used ninety percent of his strength.

Even if it is the peak martial artist of the Purple Mansion Realm, under his palm, he will be slapped into pulp.

But he couldn't have imagined that the kid who killed his son in front of him didn't seem to be a cultivator in the early stage of the Purple Mansion Realm, and he didn't die even if he resisted his palm, and it didn't seem that the injury was too serious.

Not only was he shocked, but Yin Qingyang and the others were equally shocked.

"Shhh

The three of them looked at each other in shock, and then rejoiced.

"Yang Yi, run!"

"Run, can you run, kill my Zhao family disciple, still want to run, go die!"

Zhao Banjiang was furious, slapped Yang Yi again.

Yang Yi naturally would not repeat the mistakes of the past this time, and instantly used the dragon tour trick of the Dacheng realm, five or six hundred meters in one step, and dodged Zhao Banjiang's attack in an instant.

"Little rabbit, you can run very fast, but how can you be faster than half a step grandmaster?"

Zhao Banjiang sneered disdainfully, and flew after him, and his speed was three points faster than Yang Yi.

Yang Yi knew very well that he was by no means Zhao Banjiang's opponent, so he urged the light skills to the extreme, dodging and dodging, trying his best to avoid Zhao Banjiang's attacks.

Zhao Banjiang's name is also related to his nickname, and the people in the rivers and lakes call it "Yizhang Town Banjiang".

The disciples of the Zhao family practiced marksmanship, but he was proficient in palm techniques.

He chased and blasted his True Yuan palm towards Yang Yi.

In a few minutes, Yang Yi was slapped several times in succession, and his face became more and more pale, but the speed under his feet did not decrease at all.

The two fled and chased along the Moon Villa, and for a while, Zhao Banjiang was helpless against Yang Yi.

"Grass, why is this kid's body so strong? After receiving the old man's four palms, he is still alive!"

Zhao Banjiang was also a little anxious in his heart, knowing that the other party must not be allowed to escape, otherwise when he grows up in the future and seeks revenge on himself, it will be over.

"What's more, the old man has studied the palm method for decades, and now he has realized the secret method of half a trick of true martial arts, you are a junior in the early stage of the Purple Mansion Realm, and you can die under the palm of the old man, which is enough to be proud!"

Zhao Banjiang took a deep breath, his right palm turned blood-red, and he slapped Yang Yi's back fiercely!

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