Hearing the sudden sound, the young man on horseback and the man in hiding suddenly turned their eyes to the place where the sound came from.

When did you come?

Seeing the young man in white standing quietly not far away, their pupils shrank at the same time, and they were secretly frightened. They had no idea when the other party appeared.

If the opponent makes a sneak attack, they may not even have a chance to dodge!

After realizing this, a trace of cold sweat flowed down the young man's forehead. The man from Angzang felt better, but there was still a hint of shock in his expression.

Bai Ziyue stood ten feet away and clearly saw the changes in the expressions of the two people. After seeing the young man among the two, he looked suddenly at a loss.

"It turns out it's you little guy. I wonder who would come here to harass you. I spared your life last time. Are you bringing your parents here this time?"

As he spoke, Bai Ziyue's eyes turned to the man next to the young man, Angzang.

"It turns out to be Yang Zhong, the deputy Zongzheng of Zongzheng Temple. If you don't stay at your house and receive blessings, why are you here in Xishan?"

"Of course I'm here for you!"

Yang Zhong looked at Bai Ziyue seriously, "The White Ape King, one of the eight great demons in the world, has come to Yujing City. This is a big event! As the deputy Zongzheng of Zongzheng Temple, I naturally have to ensure the safety of the capital and the royal family. It’s safe. Please leave Yujing City!”

Although Bai Ziyue suddenly appeared just now, he was shocked. But as the deputy Zongzheng of Zongzheng Temple, holding great power and being a high-level martial saint, Yang Zhong would not lose his composure and be afraid.

"Just you?" Bai Ziyue's expression was indifferent, with a hint of contempt, "Oh, you are a high-level martial saint, not even a peak martial saint. It's enough to let Yang Tuo or Hong Xuanji come, but you are still a little behind!"

The mockery in his words immediately made Yang Chong furious: "Bai Ziyue, I respect you as one of the eight great demon immortals in the world. I politely ask you to leave Yujing City, but I didn't ask you to humiliate me! "

Before he finished speaking, Yang Zhong tiptoed on the horse and jumped towards Bai Ziyue.

The distance of ten feet was simply a step for the Martial Saint. Almost instantly, Yang Zhong rushed in front of Bai Ziyue.

"The Great Capture of Creation!"

Yang Zhong's five fingers spread out, like grasping the power of nature, controlling the universe, and tightly sealed Bai Ziyue's whole body.

"What a great capture by fortune!"

Seeing that Yang Zhong couldn't help but take action, Bai Ziyue's eyes lit up, his body swayed, and he advanced instead of retreating.

Facing Yang Zhong's great grab, Bai Ziyue pointed his fingers like swords at the opponent's palm. Bai Ziyue's fingertips were like real sharp swords, with a faint edge.

The sharp energy stung Yang Chong's palms.

For a moment, Yang Zhong saw in a trance that Bai Ziyue's sword finger was like a real sharp sword, stabbing straight into the palm of his hand.

Yang Zhong could feel that if he was really stabbed by the opponent, his flesh palm would definitely be pierced through.

Since the castration was unable to change, Yang Zhong immediately changed his moves, switching from grabbing to punching, instigating his energy and blood, and rushed forward with his iron fist.

According to his opinion, since his palm was soft, he couldn't resist the opponent's moves, so he changed his move to boxing. The fist was the hardest, so he could naturally force the opponent to retreat and defend.

Yang Zhong changed his grasp to fist, and at the same time he pumped up his energy and blood, and his fist became even bigger. The cold wind of the fist came straight towards Bai Ziyue.

He thought to himself: "If this punch hits him, Bai Ziyue will have his bones broken and his tendons broken."

But who knew that Bai Ziyue didn't change his moves, and still pointed at him with that light sword.

The sword finger stabbed the top of his fist.

The next moment, Yang Zhong's expression changed.

Bah!

There was a sound like a sharp blade cutting flesh and blood, and the sword finger was like a real sharp sword, easily poking a bloody hole in his fist.

At the same time, a sharp breath penetrated directly into his arm along the wound poked by the sword finger.

This sharp breath tore through the fascia and flesh on the arm, as if a real sharp sword had been inserted into it, stirring it up and down.

A heartbreaking pain hit him, Yang Zhong's vision went dark, and he almost fell down.

Fortunately, he knew that the situation was critical, so he hurriedly twisted his body, turned over with a kite, and flew away, avoiding Bai Ziyue's horizontal palm wind.

After he stood still, his face looked extremely ugly, and one arm hung down unnaturally.

On the opposite side, Bai Ziyue's palm was still as white as jade. It was impossible to tell that it was just such a fleshy palm. A bloody hole was poked directly in the hardest part of his fist.

The young man on the side suddenly changed his expression when he saw that Yang Zhong was seriously injured by a move.

At this time, one of Yang Zhong's arms was crippled and his combat power was greatly damaged. Faced with Bai Ziyue, an existence with unfathomable strength, the situation immediately reversed.

Faced with such an unfavorable situation, Yang Zhong suddenly wanted to quit.

Opposite him, Bai Ziyue looked at the injuries he had caused to Yang Zhong and was quite surprised.

"I didn't expect this true energy to cause such great damage. Just condensed into sword energy, it can cause such trauma to a high-level martial saint. How powerful would it be if it were truly cultivated into upper-level true energy?"

However, he also knew that the reason why such a situation occurred was entirely because the other party suffered the loss of not knowing the magical effects of Qi.

If the opponent knows the function of Zhenqi, even if he is unable to defeat the power of Zhenqi, he will have a way to deal with the threat brought by Zhenqi and will not be hurt by him so easily.

"It doesn't matter, to be able to achieve such a result is because the power of Qi is quite impressive." Bai Ziyue shook his head and did not continue to struggle with this aspect.

"However, my Qi cultivation has just begun. If I can transform again, the person in front of me will no longer be my opponent. I can kill him with just one move. I just don't know if I can defeat him after the transformation.

Can he withstand the attack of human immortals?" Bai Ziyue secretly guessed in his heart whether his transformed Qi could make him comparable to human immortals.

Unfortunately, there was no comparison, and even he didn't know what the final result would be.

Yang Zhong misjudged Bai Ziyue's strength, and he turned his true energy into sword energy. He was severely injured with one move, one of his arms was crippled, and his combat effectiveness plummeted.

The situation was reversed, and it was Yang Zhong and his party who fell into a passive position.

Bai Ziyue stayed where he was and did not move forward. Instead, he was thinking secretly in his heart whether he should leave the other party and his party behind completely.

At this time, Yang Zhong, who was not far away, did not miss the flash of murderous intent on Bai Ziyue. Yang Zhong, who felt the murderous intent, his expression darkened, and he immediately shouted to the guards behind him: "Fire the arrow!"

Whoosh whoosh whoosh...

Sharp arrows pierced the air, and each flying arrow flashed away.

Seeing the flying arrows coming, Bai Ziyue did not retreat. One foot was on the ground and the other was touching the ground. His body was dancing like a top. The flying arrows that were shot were torn apart by the airflow around Bai Ziyue and fell one after another.

land.

After the guards shot all the arrows in the Lianyijing crossbow, they quickly grabbed the iron bows at their waists, drew the bows, nocked arrows, and shot out arrows one after another.

Jump, jump, jump.

The bow is like a thunderbolt, and the arrows are like a gust of wind and rain.

It's a pity that even so, Bai Ziyue was still unscathed. He even had the time to move the arrow he shot and reflected it back to the opposite side.

Yang Zhong knocked down the reflected arrow, his expression gloomy. "Let's go!"

Yang Zhong knew that there was nothing he could do about Bai Ziyue, so he had to give up and continue to target him. Under the cover of feather arrows, he hurriedly mounted his horse.

By the time Bai Ziyue shot down the last feather arrow, Yang Zhong had already fled away on horseback with his men.
Chapter completed!