Zhang Yuan's back was cold, his internal qi was running to the extreme, and his eyes cautiously scanned the courtyard.

The feeling just now was too weird and uneasy for him.

He was worried that he would fall into the same illusion as yesterday!

Speaking of which, he didn't have any way to deal with the evil that knew how to make illusions.

He can't be careless.

After observing the courtyard for a while, the sense of peeping never appeared again.

He frowned, and finally stepped out of the place.

After leaving the room, he suddenly glanced into the courtyard again.

Still no anomalies.

Zhang Yuan's eyes were thoughtful, and he strode away from here.

Next, he walked towards the other houses in the village.

After searching the rooms, nothing unusual happened.

This made him frown.

Sou!

Suddenly, a slight sound of breaking through the air sounded, and the speed was so fast that it struck from behind him like lightning.

Zhang Yuan's face changed, and he turned back suddenly.

A dazzling sword light, dense as a network, towards his body under the hood, fierce and terrifying, like a rainstorm tilting, fast to the extreme.

didn't want to think about it, Zhang Yuan directly greeted him with a palm.

Rumble!

The palm power was strong, turning into a wave of golden qi, and it rushed through in an instant, and suddenly those pouring sword lights all exploded, emitting bursts of low roars.

The aftermath swept in all directions, shattering the walls in all directions.

After the sword light, there was a white figure, his face changed, it was as if he had been crushed by a mountain, and in the face of this terrifying palm force, he couldn't breathe well in his chest.

He suddenly roared.

"Heavenly Dragon Seven Style!"

Bang!

The body seemed to turn into a tornado of sword qi, and one after another sword lights overflowed wildly, densely packed, as fast as lightning, all towards Zhang Yuan's palm.

For a moment, I don't know how much sword qi came out, and finally shattered the aftermath of Zhang Yuan's palm.

More sword qi poured out, the sharp light was dazzling, and he continued to rush towards Zhang Yuan.

"Good time!"

Zhang Yuan shouted, stood up, and slammed his palm again.

Just now, it only used forty percent of the internal force!

This time, eighty percent of the internal force!

See how you block it!

Bang!

With a roar, a big hand blasted, and all the sword qi was shattered, and the energy swept through, terrifying.

The palm of his hand slammed on the opponent's long sword, like destroying wood, and with a bang, the long sword with cold light shattered inch by inch, turning into dozens of pieces, and the man's tiger mouth cracked on the spot, dripping with blood, and the hilt of the sword in his hand came out directly, turned into a stream of electricity, and exploded towards the rear.

There was a thud that shattered a wall.

The white figure's face changed, and he immediately made a decision and cleared up again.

"Tenryu Seventeen Style!"

Rumble!

The body spun up again with a strange trace, and even more terrifying, even more bizarre sword qi burst out in an instant, like a rain of swords, dense, I don't know how many, rushing madly from all directions of Zhang Yuan.

Zhang Yuan was not afraid, and after smashing the long sword, his body borrowed strength, his palm accelerated, and he suddenly slapped it on the man's chest.

Bang!

With a muffled sound, the other party sprayed blood on the spot and flew backwards, all the sword lights shattered, but there were still a lot of sword lights rushing towards Zhang Yuan, all blocked by his true qi body.

At the moment of shooting, Zhang Yuan had already recovered two percent of his strength!

Only sixty percent of the internal force was used.

He deliberately wanted to keep his mouth alive, and wanted to force the other party to ask who it was?

Burst!

The man's body smashed into the distance, his face turned pale, and he kept spurting blood, and his right shoulder blade was directly shattered, and he lost his combat effectiveness in just one moment.

There was horror in his eyes.

Who is this man?

At such an age, there is a terrifying internal force!

I'm the best of the best.''

Call!

Zhang Yuan flipped in the air, landed in front of him in an instant, and finally saw the appearance of this person, this is a young man who looks like he is in his early twenties, dressed in white, with eyes like stars, and his nose is like a hanging gall, and he has the temperament of a righteous hero in TV.

However, Zhang Yuan didn't save face at all, and grabbed it with his big hand.

The young man in white was about to resist again in a hurry, but he had already suffered an unimaginable blow from Zhang Yuan's palm before, and when he moved slightly, he immediately spurted blood.

Burst!

Zhang Yuan grabbed his jaw and lifted it high, extremely skillful, so that he couldn't make any sound, and he couldn't exert any force in his mouth, so as to prevent him from biting the poison sac.

The other hand quickly ripped off his tattered white clothes.

Sting!

Showing a smooth back, a white patch.

"Not from the Demon Cult?"

Zhang Yuan was stunned, looked at the person in his hand, and asked, "Who are you?"

The young man in white was carried by him like a dead fish, his face was sad and angry, and he almost wanted to hit his head to death.

It's just that he was defeated, and even his clothes were stripped off, what kind of person did he think he was?

He was just about to speak vaguely, when suddenly there was a sharp pain in his jaw, and the man in front of him opened his mouth, and three fingers reached in, digging out in his mouth.

His eyes were suffocated, almost furious.

"No poison sacs?"

Zhang Yuan was completely puzzled.

He put the man down and asked, "Who the hell are you, and why are you attacking me?"

Burst!

The young man in white couldn't hold back any longer, in anger, he pulled the injury, and once again a mouthful of blood spurted out, he staggered, his eyes were resentful, and he gritted his teeth and said: "Thief, kill if you want to kill, why humiliate me?"

"You're not from the Demon Cult, who the hell are you?"

Zhang Yuan asked.

"I don't change my name, I don't change my surname, Su Tiandi. ”

The young man in white said with hatred.

"Su Tiandi?"

This name is very familiar, Zhang Yuan suddenly reacted, and exclaimed: "White-clothed Sword God Su Tiandi?"

"It's me. ”

Su Tiandi gritted his teeth and said.

"What are you doing here? You can't be from the Thousand Demon Mansion, are you?"

Zhang Yuan's face was shocked.

"It's ridiculous, I, Su Tiandi, am doing right, sitting up straight, how can I join the Thousand Demon Mansion?"

Su Tiandi laughed angrily and said, "I'm just here to track down the disappearance of some fellow Jianghu people." ”

"Then what are you doing to me?"

Zhang Yuan asked.

"I'''

Su Tiandi was also stunned, and said in a low voice, "Aren't you a member of the Demon Sect?"

"Who told you I was a demon?"

Zhang Yuan said.

"So who are you?"

Su Tiandi's face changed.

If you are not a member of the Demon Sect, you are not beaten in vain, and you have suffered such a tragic injury in vain?

This kind of injury can be recuperated for at least a few months, and it is difficult to heal.

Zhang Yuan, who turned the sky down. ”

Zhang Yuan hugged his fists and said solemnly.

"Zhang Yuan, the heaven-turner?"

Su Tiandi's face changed, and he said, "Is it Zhang Yuan who destroyed the Ten Great Yan Monarchs?"

On the way here, he had heard the news of the destruction of the Ten Great Yan Monarchs, and it seemed that a person named Zhang Yuan had done it.

"It's down there. ”

Zhang Yuan nodded and smiled.

There is still a little pride in my heart.

It seems that the overturning hand is also a little famous.

Su Tiandi's face was cloudy, and he suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood again.

Nima'''

His eyes went dark and he fainted.

"Su Shaoxia'''"