A mouthful of blood spurted out from Su Li's mouth and flew out like a kite with its string broken.
Yang Lie's punch was like the collision of Mount Tai, and Su Li's chest felt like it was struck by lightning.
The Three Masters of Confucianism is worthy of being one of the Three Masters of Confucianism.
Yang Lie's cultivation has reached the peak of Nascent Soul, and now he punches out with the power of an undefeated golden body.
The fierce flames even sealed the skin of Su Li's fist, making the wound irreparable.
This terrifying punch broke several of Su Li's ribs.
"It's not over yet!"
Yang Lie didn't intend to let Su Li go just like that. He rushed forward in an instant, grabbed Su Li's arm and gave him a violent swing.
"Come again!"
Su Li's eyes flashed with surprise, but at this moment he had no choice but to be grabbed by Yang Lie and thrown into the sky.
"Shangyang Spirit Sword!"
Su Li roared, and the Shangyang Spirit Sword suddenly appeared under his feet. Su Li stepped on it suddenly and steadied his body.
"The art of sword control?"
Yang Lie sneered and looked down upon Su Li's method.
Only the Sword Sect has the skill to control swords, but this is not something advanced in Yang Lie's eyes, so what about sword control?
Could it be possible to defeat Yang Lie with a sword?
Obviously not, Yang Lie's undefeated golden body is not something that can be easily broken.
"Thunder Flash!"
Su Li shouted angrily, and twelve lightning flashes suddenly appeared.
"Strangulation!"
As Su Li closed his palms, sword auras emerged crazily in an instant.
"It's useless! Your sword energy has no effect on me at all!"
Yang Lie laughed loudly, and the sword energy jingled continuously on his body. Unfortunately, all of this seemed unable to break Yang Lie's defense.
Su Li looked solemn, thinking about how to break the situation.
But the next moment, a fire dragon suddenly emerged from Yang Lie's body.
"Fire Jutsu! Dragon King!"
Yang Lie stretched out his fingers, put his index and middle fingers together, and blew a sudden breath on his fingertips.
A flame rose up, and when the two fingers pointed at Su Li, the fire dragon roared out and enveloped Su Li in the sky in an instant.
"Thunder Body!"
Su Li roared angrily, and arcs of electricity appeared all over his body. In an instant, a purple thunderbolt hit Yang Lie on the martial arts stage.
"boom--"
Yang Lie ducked sideways, as if he was a little afraid of the power of the thunder. However, although the thunder did not hit Yang Lie, it miraculously smashed the fire dragon away.
In the face of the real power of thunder, what can even flames do?
"A thunderous thunder!"
Su Li's eyes flashed with lightning, and he spread his fingers instantly.
At this moment, everyone outside the venue could only see dark clouds in the sky, and a figure with flashing lightning stepping on a flying sword, spreading his five fingers to condense a thunder dragon.
The golden inscription on Su Li's arm appeared, and then spiritual dragons rushed out crazily.
"Mantra, a hundred times more powerful!"
"Thunder body, thunderous sky!"
Su Li opened his mouth and spat out several blue words filled with arcs of electricity.
With the blessing of the power of the mantra, a bolt of thunder fell from the sky, completely blocking Yang Lie's retreat.
At this moment, Yang Lie's expression darkened. He never expected that the power of mantra could strengthen Su Li's thunder body.
The attack Su Li unleashed at this moment would probably pose a considerable threat to him.
"Don't waste time. Let's decide the outcome with him. There's no need to hide yourself."
Yang Jian, who was also floating in the air, conveyed a faint voice and seemed to have great confidence in Yang Lie.
At this moment, Yang Lie realized what he was doing and stamped his foot on the ground suddenly. Gravel flew and dust flew, and Yang Lie stabilized his foundation.
"I, who is at the peak of Nascent Soul, will be afraid of your mere thunder?"
Yang Lie sneered, instantly dissipated the golden light on his hand, and then bit his finger.
The blood flowed down, and then Yang Lie actually started writing out of thin air.
A blood book suddenly appeared. It was like a very simple and mysterious rune, and it actually flashed with shocking blood.
When Su Li faced this scene, he was greatly shocked, but without any hesitation, he suddenly grasped it out of thin air, as if he had caught a thunder spear.
"It's up to you..."
Su Li took a long breath and suddenly threw it downwards.
With thunderous thunder, Haoran's power suddenly hit the sky and the earth.
Even the elders of the Thirteen Sects felt their hearts trembling when faced with this blow. Although the target was not them, they were still terrified.
Su Li's method was really shocking.
"This son... if we give him some more time..."
"It's such a pity, then Yang Lie is going to use Confucianism's forbidden technique."
"What is that?"
"The forbidden arts of Confucianism, the magic of heaven, earth, clothes, crown and soul!"
Everyone said one after another, and at this moment, Su Li didn't know what he was going to face, but suddenly there was an awe-inspiring aura rising from the martial arts stage.
Thunder, awe-inspiring energy.
The two collide with each other.
In an instant, a huge wave swept out.
Behind Yang Lie, a huge body appeared. The body was extremely illusory, but it also exuded a ferocious and terrifying ancient aura.
"The Confucian Forbidden Technique, the Soul of Clothes!"
"Which senior's clothing soul is this?"
"It seems to be...the great Confucian sage, the King of Yin and Yang!"
Everyone took a breath of air-conditioning and was extremely shocked.
On the martial arts stage, the huge soul in clothes stood up, stretched out his palm, and gently grasped the power of thunder thrown by Su Li.
The attired soul was not angry and mighty, and with a slight flick, he actually threw the thunderbolt out.
"boom--"
On the mountain outside the city, there was an explosion.
"Su Li, your death has come!"
At this moment, Yang Lie laughed loudly, his eyes filled with arrogance.
He has the capital!
He summoned the great Confucian sage, King Yin and Yang!
All the Confucian disciples present knelt down and worshiped. Even the Confucian elders were oppressed by the powerful aura of the soul in clothes and had to lower their heads.
Zhu Yu'er looked at this scene with a look of despair in her heart.
"Yi Guanhun, the Three Heroes have already come this far..."
Zhu Yu'er murmured, the last glimmer of hope in her heart beginning to disappear.
Li Guier's pretty face was also full of disappointment. After all, no one could successfully challenge the Confucian sect's status.
Confucianism is still too powerful after all.
In the stands of the Eternal Immortal Palace, Rouyin and others were dumbfounded. At this moment, they looked at the behemoth with bitter smiles in their hearts.
"There are always talented people in the country. If we fail this time, we will have another chance..."
"Yes, Su Li has done very well. At least he also defeated Yang Gang."
"Su Li tried his best. If Yang Lie hadn't been too evil, maybe we could have succeeded this time..."
Everyone in the Eternal Immortal Palace had already accepted their fate. The moment they saw the soul in clothes, they knew that the Eternal Immortal Palace had failed this time.