The Li Mansion was already in chaos. Hundreds of Li clan members were fighting with the enemy, and several Dharma monks were fighting in the air.
I don’t know why, but the conflict between the two sides has directly intensified. After the Yang family’s patriarch took action, several Dharma monks from the Yang family also came out in full force, and in an instant they beat the Li family to the point where they didn’t even dare to do so.
Take a breath.
Suddenly, the figure of a young man suddenly appeared in the entire courtyard. The man was nine feet tall and was wearing a pure white gown. There were faint traces of blood.
A discerning person would know at a glance that this person was seriously injured!
"It's Li Yihan!"
"Kill him, and the entire Li clan will be under our control."
Two Dharma cultivators in the air looked at each other, and instantly flew down, launching their most powerful attacks, hoping to kill them with one move!
However, even if Li Yihan was seriously injured and the toxins in his body had not been cleared out, it was not something that two simple Dharma cultivators could contend with.
A glimmer of light flashed in his eyes, and a surging spiritual consciousness spread out instantly, and the air seemed to solidify due to this.
Before the two attacking Dharma cultivators could react, the air suddenly vibrated and opened up, forming an extremely powerful air wave.
With two bangs, an invisible storm hit the two of them. Their faces turned red, and they opened their mouths and spat out a mouthful of blood.
After stepping backwards, the two of them finally managed to stabilize their bodies, with shock on their faces.
At this time, Xuanyi monk Li Yihan's originally pale face became even paler, and his finger joints could not help but tremble slightly.
The sound of fighting drowned out the howling wind. Many Li clan members gathered around Li Yihan, each holding a sharp knife in their hands, obviously planning to fight to the end!
"Stand back, as long as I am here, no one can kill me, Li!"
Li Yihan shouted sharply, and suddenly his throat felt sweet, and a trace of blood overflowed, falling from the corner of his mouth and falling on the pure white collar, turning a shocking bright red.
This moment stimulated the hearts of everyone in the Li family, and everyone shed tears of reluctance.
I don't know who screamed, "Kill the enemy with all your strength and protect my Li family!"
With a bang, the people around them roared, each holding a sharp blade in their hands, their eyes red. Seeing this, they swarmed up and fought with the Yang clan.
Before the smell of blood in the air dissipated, another pungent smell came over. The entire ground of Li Mansion was covered with blood, and mutilated limbs could be seen everywhere.
Every one of them was red-eyed, and there was a very tragic feeling.
I don't know whether it was because of Li's bravery and lack of fear of death, or the sudden appearance of Xuanyi monk Li Yihan, which made the enemies subconsciously move back.
"Kill! As long as this Li Yihan is killed, the entire Li family will belong to our Yang family! He is just the end of a powerful crossbow and a broken lamp. Now he is just returning to his glory!"
A Dharma cultivator suddenly shouted loudly, and without caring about anything else, he rushed forward.
As this man's shouts strengthened the morale of the army, the others also put away their fear, and each of them drew their swords and attacked Li Yihan with all their strength.
"Damn it!"
With such an angry shout, Li Yihan's mind was moved, and he didn't even care about how serious his injuries were. Standing on the same spot, he suddenly moved and used a huge force to forcefully pull his clansman back.
The attacking Dharma cultivator expanded his territory, and the surrounding ground was filled with fiery red flames. A heat wave was like a tide, sweeping towards Li Yihan.
With a bang, a blue barrier formed in front of Li Yihan, blocking all the flames.
"My Li family, except for the Dharma monks, all the younger generation have retired. You are the pillars of my Li family's future. There is no need to struggle here. I, Li Yihan, have not died for a day, and there is absolutely no way that you will be bullied by outsiders!"
A loud shout resounded throughout the world!
The younger generation of the Li family all screamed unwillingly. However, under Li Yihan's strong force, they could not advance even an inch. In the huge courtyard, there was only a young man in a white shirt standing there.
Among them, the blood stains on his body were shocking.
"No, uncle, you can't go!"
"Uncle, you will die. If you die, who will lead us?"
"Clan leader..."
"Let's kill, kill these sons of bitches."
Hearing such a voice, Li Yihan's face became sad, revealing a very powerless feeling. Then he straightened up, turned around suddenly, and looked at the bald man standing at the front, "Ruohu, you are my Li."
The eldest brother of the younger generation of the Li family, leave here and take the clan members away! Ten years later, twenty years later, or even a hundred years later, I want you to come back here and take back what I, the Li family, have! This is the order of the clan leader.
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The bald man's face was full of tears, but he saw that the blue barrier formed by Li Yihan was already showing signs of disintegrating under the bombardment of the enemy. He knew that he could not delay it any longer. If he continued to delay it, he, these Li people, would suffer.
His only hope will be lost forever here!
"Yes, patriarch!"
Just three words, contains a variety of emotions, unwillingness, anger, and even regret...
"very good!"
Li Yihan laughed happily, and then looked at the two old men in the sky, "Third, fourth. Today, let us have the most exciting battle!!"
"Hahaha, brother, I have been waiting for your words for a long time." The third child suddenly laughed and got entangled with one of the Dharma monks.
"Old guy, you can't die in front of me!"
Feeling that the people behind him were showing signs of retreating, Li Yihan no longer had any worries and used his strongest method.
The air surged up, forming sharp wind blades. With the movement of his hand, all of them flew out.
The enemy didn't react for a moment, the wind blade had already penetrated his body, blood gurgled out, and he fell to the ground.
Just this time, more than 20 people fell down.
A Xuanyi monk, even if he is seriously injured, even if he regains consciousness, he is still a Xuanyi monk!