The gate of the City Lord's Mansion collapsed with a bang. Outside the gate, there was a young man with blood stains on his face. Behind him were the surviving members of the Yan Clan and the family members who were helping the Yan Clan.
Yan Ting put a piece of clothing on his body and washed his face with water to make it look less dirty. Yan Li was the first to step into the City Lord's Mansion and was greeted by Meng Yuan who walked out.
"Hahaha, Yan Li, you're here!" Meng Yuan laughed loudly.
Yan Li glanced at him and said expressionlessly: "Surrender, you die, but they live. Otherwise, they will be killed without mercy."
Meng Yuan was stunned for a moment, then laughed: "Yan Li, do you think you will surrender if I tell you this?"
Yan Li's eyes flashed with strong murderous intent, and the majestic vitality gathered in his left hand. The intimidating power of the ninth-level Yuan Luo was clearly felt by everyone present. There was a sense of restlessness in the hearts of nearly a thousand people.
It was like being pressed by a huge boulder, extremely heavy.
"Then you are determined to seek death?"
"Are you so sure that you can defeat me?" Meng Yuan narrowed his eyes slightly: "You took advantage of the competition to destroy my 500 forbidden troops, and your son killed my 500 cavalry. These are all things I didn't expect.
, I originally didn’t plan to take action against you today, but the biggest mistake I should have made was that I still had the slightest bit of luck with you, and actually let you take advantage of it."
"But, I still have more than two thousand guards, more than a hundred Tianyuan realm masters, and a dozen Yuan Luo masters. What can you do to me?" Meng Zhang smiled coldly, behind him were densely packed guards and masters, two thousand
When five hundred people gather together, they are far more effective than when they are scattered.
Five hundred people fight against 2,500 people. If there is not much difference in combat effectiveness, there is no chance of winning in a head-on fight.
Yan Li frowned, took a step forward, and said, "Meng Yuan, do you dare to fight me to the death?"
Meng Yuan's laughter stopped suddenly, she hooked her fingers towards Yan Li, then flew up, leaving a sentence in the air: "Waiting for you in the backyard."
If the showdown between the strongest men on both sides started here, the remaining power would cause both sides to suffer great trauma, so they chose to move the battlefield, and the rest would depend on God's will.
"Be careful." With a word of concern, Yan Li rose into the sky and caught up with Meng Yuan.
Yan Ting showed no expression as he took a step forward. Black energy surrounded his arms, and the surging momentum exploded instantly. The demonic power filled most of the front yard and enveloped thousands of people.
"Kill!" Yan Ting took the lead, and the demonic energy that had been condensed for a long time in his hand instantly blasted out, turning into a world-destroying aurora that swept across the entire army.
Dozens of guards were struck by the aurora and died on the spot.
"Kill!" Behind him, the ferocious roars of hundreds of Yan tribe's children filled the entire space. After countless forbearances, the long-hidden ferocity, anger, bloodthirsty, and cruelty in my heart burst out without reservation, and in the end,
The perfect state was vented on the people of the city lord's palace.
"Kill!" Over at the City Lord's Mansion, a heart-shocking roar also erupted.
There was no verbal communication between the two groups, and everything happened so suddenly and so logically.
The vitality roars, shines brightly, and the endless power spreads across the battlefield in the front yard. As far as the eye can see, the two sides are fighting and fighting with all their strength.
As the battlefield progressed, guards from the City Lord's Mansion continued to come to support in the front yard, atrium, and both sides. Yan Ting rushed into the City Lord's Mansion. It was like entering a deserted land. Yuanluo Realm was all held back by Yan clan masters. Who is here now?
Can you stop him?
Dozens of guards raised their swords to kill. Yan Ting swung his arms sideways, and dozens of sabers snapped in the middle. His palms contracted, and then pushed out. Such a simple action was followed by a huge force of vitality that destroyed dozens of guards.
All the guards were shaken away.
He smashed the pillars supporting the house with one punch, and the roof between the front yard and the atrium collapsed, overwhelming a group of guards and temporarily cutting off the support of the city lord's palace.
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On the road, Yan Ting turned around and rushed into the guards in the front yard. In front of him was the overwhelming push of the Yan tribe's children, and in the rear was Yan Ting's crushing destruction. In just half a quarter of an hour, the thousands of guards in the front yard collapsed, and there was no more.
There was a lot of cohesion at the beginning, but everyone was fighting independently.
Every punch of Yan Ting was like earth-shaking divine power. The fists struck the guards without any fancy, but they were so powerful that it exceeded their understanding of the power of the Tianyuan realm. One guard after another flew out like arrows,
And knocked down a large number of guards on the road. When they fell to the ground, the Yan tribe's descendants would rush up and kill them with a sword.
With Yan Ting opening the way, the formation of the city lord's palace guards became more and more chaotic, but the Yan clan disciples remained consistent and looked after each other's backs. The battle in the front yard was like an overwhelming force pressing towards the city lord's palace.
The cut off support came in again, purple thunder light shone in Yan Ting's palm, and thunder covered his hand in an instant. He slapped the guard with one palm, and several bolts of thunder shot out like a snake, mercilessly penetrating the bodies of more than forty guards.
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Less than half a quarter of an hour after the battle began, no fewer than two hundred of Yan Ting's guards had died. Yan Ting's invincibility undoubtedly gave the children of the Yan tribe great confidence and courage. Each one of them had the heart to die and the will to fight.
Ling Tian, the vitality and sword in his hand blasted out even more crazily.
Although the number of people was far less than that of the opponent, the madness of the deadly battle greatly aroused their bloodshed. One of them was beaten by three, and more and more corpses fell, but most of them were the guards of the city lord's palace.
The balance of victory has tilted towards the Yan people.
In the backyard, Yan Li and Meng Yuan were fighting fiercely. The two men were equally powerful. The Fu Zhu Li Soul Bell and the Flying Spin Wheel collided fiercely in the air. Every collision would make a deafening sound, enough to knock out an Earth Yuan Realm person.
The eardrum was shattered.
The palms of the two people touched each other, and a terrifying storm rolled up in the backyard. The house collapsed, the earth was broken, and sand and rocks flew. However, the two people did not restrain themselves at all. This was a real game.
Meng Yuan was unwilling to lose half of Yan Li's moves before. In this battle, he unleashed his power to the fullest. The more he fought, the braver he became. Yan Li dealt with it calmly and continued to neutralize Meng Yuan's every move. When masters compete, who will rush first?
, who will reveal the flaw.
With equal palm power, the two of them stepped away, and the Fu Zhu Soul Bell and the Flying Spinner flew back at the same time.
Meng Yuan smiled coldly: "Yan Li, do you think it has been so long? Are your sons and others dead?"
Yan Li looked calm and released the energy in his hand again: "You don't have to provoke me. Ating can kill five hundred cavalry, and he can lead my Yan tribe's descendants to destroy your whole family. Don't you think it's too childish to mess with my soul?
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"Haha, Yan Li, you are worthy of it. Over the years, I have been attracted to you by the entire Red Feather City. It is my misfortune and my luck to be my opponent. Come on!"
Meng Yuan knew that he could not disturb Yan Li's state of mind, so he laughed and launched his strongest attack towards Yan Li. Rolling sand and dust were everywhere, and the two people's attacks were like divine punishment from the sky, like a doomsday storm.
The backyard was transformed.
Yan Li pushed out with a palm, and the mouth of the Floating Zhu Lihun Bell opened wide behind him. Immediately, golden light shone down, and an unusually strong suction force appeared from the bell mouth. Mengyuan quickly backed away, his feet sinking deeply into the ground, and the flying wheel seemed to be indestructible.
The solid city wall blocked Mengyuan, and his whole body's vitality rioted, pouring crazily into the flying wheel.
Behind Meng Yuan, collapsed houses and rubble on the ground floated into the air one after another, quickly flying towards the mouth of the Fu Zhu Soul Soul Bell, but his body did not move at all, only one flying wheel rotated rapidly, releasing its dazzling light, resisting
The residence has the power of being close to Mengyuan.
"Drink!" Yan Li roared violently, turned his palm upside down, and the Fu Zhu Li Hun Bell suddenly turned over, with the mouth of the bell facing downwards toward Meng Yuan.
"Get up!" The flying wheel reversed its direction and flew into the air. The golden light and yellow light merged with each other. The flying wheel cut on the Floating Soul Lifting Bell, causing sparks to fly and the energy to vibrate.
The two people flew out at the same time, vomiting blood, and their souls were injured far more than their bodies.
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Physical trauma is more severe.
But in just one breath, the two hit each other at the same time. Yan Li punched Meng Yuan in the face, and Meng Yuan kicked Yan Li in the lower abdomen. The ninth-level Yuan Luo's blow was so powerful, when the two of them seemed to
As if unconscious, each took a step back, and then punched the other person again.
When the two fists collided together, the incomparably powerful force was like the surging waves generated when a meteorite crashed into the sea.
"The lion soul is angry!"
"Breaking Sky Blade!"
Before the residual power had dissipated, the two men attacked again, this time using their own Yuan skills. The collision of forces set off a storm that was enough to destroy a small hill. Under the fierce bombardment of Yuan Qi, the underground
It sank half a foot deep, and the entire backyard was like a thousand-mile plain, and everything was annihilated under the terrifying power of the two men.
"Yan Li, die, die!" Meng Yuan suddenly let out a ferocious laugh, and his power gradually became violent. Yan Li frowned and resisted with difficulty.
Meng Yuan's cultivation level is only one step away from the Yuandao realm, and it has only been more than half a year since he broke through this realm. In the final analysis, Meng Yuan's cultivation base is always a little more stable than his, and there is also a slight gap in strength.
"Ah——" Meng Yuan's punch that gathered majestic vitality hit Yan Li's fist, sending Yan Li, who was almost the same in strength, flying away.
"kill!"
Meng Yuan jumped up and swung down with one foot. Yan Li stepped back wildly and crossed his arms to withstand the pressure that was comparable to a small mountain. His knees shook violently, but Meng Yuan hooked Yan Li's arm with one foot.
With one hand on the wrist and another kick on his chest, Yan Li flew dozens of feet away. After falling to the ground, he rolled over dozens of times before he could stop.
"Hahaha, Yan Li, you are no match for me!" Meng Yuan looked like he was going crazy, looking up to the sky and smiling.
Yan Li suddenly spat out a blood arrow, stood up, and faced Meng Yuan directly.
"I underestimated you." The words were neither salty nor bland, but Meng Yuan frowned slightly because he saw Yan Li smiling, and the smile was very light, as if he was mocking.
"What do you mean?" Meng Yuan frowned.
A golden light suddenly shone on Yan Li's body, giving Meng Yuan a sense of crisis in his heart.
"I originally planned to keep it, but it seems I have to take it out." Yan Li chuckled, and the golden light gradually became stronger, turning half of the sky into gold.
"Come, let's see if you can beat me." Yan Li raised his fingers towards Meng Yuan and said contemptuously.
Meng Yuan, who had just kicked Yan Li away, could not bear such an insult. He immediately shouted angrily, gathered infinite energy in his fist and blasted towards Yan Li.
Yan Li's eyes narrowed slightly, and he retracted his right palm. The golden light gathered in his palm like countless particles, and then he pushed it out. His palms and fists struck together. The power of the ninth-level Yuan Luo blasted the earth with a radius of hundreds of feet into cracks.
Tens of feet of land was directly overturned.
Yan Li did not move at all during the collision of this blow, while Meng Yuan's fist felt numb and soft as if it had been bombarded by a huge force, and was even more shocked by this blow that made him retreat repeatedly.
He looked at Yan Li in shock, unable to believe his eyes.
"The senior who helped the Yan tribe make elixirs taught me magical skills, and now I have achieved some success. Meng Yuan, do you still think that I am not your opponent?" Yan Li smiled coldly.
Meng Yuan's face was gloomy, why, why would someone help the Yan people to make elixirs and teach Yanli Kung Fu, why didn't he get this opportunity?
"Even if you die today, I will drag you to be buried with you!" Meng Yuan gritted his teeth, gathered all his energy again, and rushed straight towards Yan Li.