Zhang Yuan's spine was cold, his internal energy was moving to the extreme, and his eyes were cautiously scanning the courtyard.

The feeling just now was too strange and made him uneasy.

He was very worried that he would fall into the illusion of yesterday again!

Speaking of which, he now has no way to deal with the evil spirits who know how to make illusions.

He had no choice but to be careless.

After observing in the courtyard for a long time, the feeling of peeping never appeared again.

He frowned and finally stepped out of here.

After leaving the door, he suddenly glanced at the yard again.

There are still no exceptions.

Zhang Yuan thought with his eyes and walked away from here with great strides.

Next, he walked towards other families in the village.

After searching each room, no abnormalities occurred.

This made him frown.

Whoosh!

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

Zhang Yuan's face changed and he suddenly turned around.

A dazzling sword light was as dense as the Internet, covering his body, shining sharply and terrifyingly, like a heavy rain, and it was as fast as the extreme.

Without thinking, Zhang Yuan directly met with a palm.

boom!

The palm power was powerful and turned into a golden wave of air. It rushed past instantly, and all the sword lights pouring out bursts and made a series of low roars.

A series of sharp aftermath swept across the surroundings, shaking all the walls from all directions to collapse.

After the sword light, there was a white figure, and his face changed, as if he was crushed by a mountain. Facing this terrifying palm force, he immediately breathed in his chest.

He suddenly let out a whistle.

"Seven Styles of the Dragon!"

Boom!

The body seemed to turn into a tornado of sword energy, and sword lights overflowed wildly, densely packed, as fast as lightning, all of which were towards Zhang Yuan's palm power.

In an instant, I didn't know how many sword energy I used, and finally shattered all the aftermath of Zhang Yuan's palm.

More sword energy surged out, Li Guang continued to rush towards Zhang Yuan.

"Good come!"

Zhang Yuan shouted loudly, rose up, and slammed his palm over again.

I just used 40% of my internal force!

This time, 80% of the internal force!

It depends on how you block it!

Boom!

With a roar, the big hand blasted, all the sword energy was shattered, and the energy was swept across, making it terrifying.

The palm of his hand hit the opponent's long sword, like a destruction of a rotten wood. With a bang, the long sword with a cold light shining was broken inch and turned into dozens of pieces. The man's tiger's mouth cracked on the spot, and was covered in blood. The hilt of the sword in his hand came out of his hand, turning into a flowing electricity, and bursting into the rear.

With a bang, a wall was smashed to pieces.

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

"Seventeen Styles of the Dragon!"

boom!

The body spun up again with a strange trace. The more terrifying and strange sword energy burst out instantly, like a rain of swords, densely packed, and I don’t know how many of them rushed from Zhang Yuan’s all directions.

Zhang Yuan was not afraid at all. After slamming the sword, his body leveraged the force, accelerated his palms, and suddenly slapped the man in the chest.

Bang!

With a muffled sound, the other party blew blood on the spot and flew backwards. All the sword lights shattered, but many sword lights still rushed towards Zhang Yuan and were blocked by his true qi body.

The moment in the filming, Zhang Yuan had recovered 20% of his power!

Only 60% of the internal force was used.

He deliberately wanted to keep a living, and wanted to ask who the other party was?

puff!

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

He showed a deep horror in his eyes.

Who is this person?

At such an age, he has terrifying internal strength!

I am a strong man on the list ```

call!

Zhang Yuan flipped through the air and instantly landed in front of him. Finally, he saw the man's appearance clearly. He looked like a young man in his early twenties, dressed in white, with a starry eyes and a nose like a hanging gut, and had the temperament of a righteous hero in TV.

However, Zhang Yuan did not save any face and grabbed it with great hands.

The young man in white was about to resist again in a hurry, but he had suffered an unimaginable severe injury before, and immediately blew up blood when he moved slightly.

puff!

Zhang Yuan grabbed his jaw and picked it up high, making him extremely skillful, making no sound and no force in his mouth to prevent him from biting the poison bag.

The other hand quickly pulled off his broken white clothes.

Thorn!

It exposed its bare back and was white.

"Not the Demon Cult?"

Zhang Yuan was stunned for a moment, 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, with a sad and angry expression on his face, and almost wanted to hit him to death.

It would be fine if someone was defeated, but even his clothes were stripped. Who did he think of him?

Just as he was about to speak vaguely, his jaws suddenly hurt. The man in front of him opened his mouth, stretched his three fingers in, and slashed his mouth.

His eyes were frustrated and almost violent.

"No poison sac?"

Zhang Yuan was completely puzzled.

He put the man down and asked, "Who are you? Why did you sneak attack me?"

puff!

The young man in white could no longer bear it. In anger, he caused the injury and sprayed blood again. He shook his eyes with anger and gritted his teeth and said, "Thief, kill me if you want to kill me, why should you humiliate me?"

"You are not from the Demon Cult? Who are you?"

Zhang Yuan asked.

"I will not change my name or change my surname, Su Tiandi."

The young man in white said with regret.

"Su Tiandi?"

The name sounds very familiar. Zhang Yuan suddenly reacted and said in surprise: "Su Tiandi, the White-clothed Sword God?"

"It's me."

Su Tiandi gritted his teeth and said.

"What are you doing here? You are not from Qian Yao Mansion, are you?"

Zhang Yuan's face was shocked and suspicious.

"It's ridiculous. I, Su Tiandi, walks upright and sits straight, how could I join the Thousand Demon Mansion?"

Su Tiandi smiled angrily and said, "I came here just to investigate the disappearances of some fellow practitioners in the world."

"Then why did you do anything to me?"

Zhang Yuan asked.

“I```”
To be continued...