Li Yizhi looked at the sudden appearance of Champion Hou and his party, not much surprised.
It’s just that after not seeing him for half a year, the champion’s demeanor has become even more solemn, and he has actually stepped into the fairyland.
He stood with his hands behind his hands, standing in the void like a heavenly emperor, looking around the earth.
Finally, the champion's eyes fell on Li Yizhi, with murderous intent immediately in his eyes. The scene of being tortured by Li Yizhi that day resurfaced in his mind, making him feel even more humiliated.
"Li Yizhi, I didn't expect to meet you here. It just so happens that we can settle our old and new grudges together. You can stay here today."
The champion said coldly, with his head held high, showing the magnanimity and confidence to control everything.
He does have this confidence now. Not to mention that he himself is already a human immortal and thinks that he is not inferior to Li Yizhi. Let's just say that the group of people behind him are very extraordinary.
Among them were four martial saints, including Hong Xuanji's chief steward Wu Da Guanjia, the governor of the seven provinces of Nanzhou, Wei Taicang, and his two newly trained martial saints in the army.
There are five ghost immortals, namely his subordinate, the Eagle King, Yao Qinghui, the leader of the Yaochi Sect, and his daughter Yao Yueting, Xiao Anran, the leader of the Fang Xiandao Sect, and Zhang Boheng, the general manager of Zhengdao.
There are eighteen Grand Masters, all of whom are well-equipped and powerful Qiankun Dragon Guards.
There are nine Taoist priests with great mastery of possession, respectively from Zhengdao and Fangxian Dao.
It can be said that this is an extremely huge force, enough to destroy any overseas country, including the Kamikaze Kingdom and Tao Shinto.
Therefore, the strong confidence is enough for the champion to feel that he can win Li Yizhi today and avenge his previous humiliation.
The four people lying on the ground, Yu Wutong, curled up one after another. They really wished they could dig a hole and crawl into the ground.
The extremely powerful Li Yizhi just arrived, and now a group of even stronger people have arrived.
Although their Wugui Dao is said to have good strength, in front of these two parties, they are only at the level of minions.
The Jing Nin monk's eyes flashed with light as he looked at the champions and the group of people. He clenched his fists tightly and refused to rush forward to fight.
The Dazen Temple was destroyed by the Daqian Dynasty, so the Jingren monks wanted to kill the people in the imperial court, not to mention that at this moment, these people were all coming for the Qiankun Bag.
Li Yizhi looked at the champion indifferently and said: "It seems that the lesson I taught you last time was not enough. If it weren't for the Panhuang Sword, I would kill you as easily as slaughtering a pig or a dog."
"Arrogant. I want to see who kills whom today, kill!"
The champion's face was cold. He shouted loudly, jumped up and threw himself in front of Li Yizhi, and slapped him hard with his palm.
His fingers spread wide, as if he wanted to grasp the whole world in his hands.
A large area of space around it was frozen, and it gave people the feeling of being infinitely shrinking, and it was about to be thrown towards the palm of the champion's hand.
"Don't overestimate your ability, you should go together!"
Li Yizhi shouted low, his blood elixir vibrated, and a boundless and huge momentum burst out, mixed with hot blood, sweeping across the west.
Just like Yu Wutong and others, under the suppression of Li Yizhi's powerful momentum, the condor king who controlled the gourd of creation had his thoughts forced back into his body.
Other ghosts and immortals were also unable to leave their bodies. No one controlled the gourd of creation, and they could not stand upright in the sky. They all screamed and fell from the sky.
However, there were four great martial saints and eighteen great masters in their group. They were physically strong and they were able to catch the other cultivators without breaking their legs like Yu Wutong and the other four.
"Retreat! So all the ascetics retreat from Tianwu City!"
Xiao Anran shouted, and he looked up to the sky. At this moment, he saw Li Yizhi punching out, and it was printed on the palm of the champion.
Boom!
It was like the explosion of Xia Lei, ringing in people's ears. He only felt his soul shaking, as if he was about to be shaken out of his body at any time.
At the same time, the collision of the blood energy of the two immortal-level powerhouses was like countless raging fires, filling the entire Tianwu City, making him feel as if he was in a boundless furnace. His soul was hidden in his body, and everything was being burned.
Burning feeling.
He only has one thought now, and that is to escape from Tianwu City as soon as possible.
Otherwise, without Li Yizhi taking action, all of their cultivators would have been shocked to death by the aftermath of this battle.
Although ghost immortals are powerful, compared with human immortals, the gap is really too big.
At this close distance, he is not even qualified to intervene.
"Governor Wei, Steward Wu, follow me to help the Marquis. Zhang Li, you lead the Eighteen Universe Dragon Guards to seize the Qiankun Bag." A Martial Saint named Gao He, a subordinate of the Champion Hou, shouted.
Because he looked up and saw that under Li Yizhi's punch, the Marquis was knocked back and fell back to the ground.
He shouted loudly, flew into the air, and joined forces with Wei Taicang and Butler Wu to attack Li Yizhi.
The Jingren monk said nothing and ran quickly towards the center of the city.
Now this chaotic situation is a good opportunity for him to escape with the Qiankun Bag.
Martial Saint Zhang Li naturally discovered the Jingren monk and quickly chased after him. He was a Martial Saint in the army and had extremely strong fighting power.
Although he has just become a Martial Saint, in terms of combat prowess, he is definitely not below the mid-level Martial Saint.
Not to mention the help of the Eighteen Universe Dragon Guards, he is not afraid even of high-level martial saints.
Li Yi knocked back the champion with one punch, and then three loud shouts came from below, and three figures rushed in front of him.
Gao He was wearing armor and holding a spear.
In his hand, Zhang Zhang's spear was like a poisonous dragon that came to life, and it pierced Li Yizhi's heart with extremely fierce and fierce killing intent.
Butler Wu was wearing a black gold cassock, holding a ruler to measure the stars, and struck down on Li Yizhi's head.
Especially when he took action, many hidden points around his body violently erupted with a strong aura.
This aura was like a god, as if several gods suddenly emerged from his body.
This is exactly the wheel of life and death practiced by Butler Wu. In each acupoint, there is a god, holding a huge wheel high.
The yin and yang of life and death, the chaos of heaven and earth, are all within it.
Wei Taicang was surrounded by thick electric pythons all over his body, but his sword energy was pushed to the limit.
Wherever the sword energy passed, the space seemed to be shattered, and it struck towards Li Yizhi's waist with a devastating momentum.
The three great martial arts masters attacked from three directions.
They cooperated closely and directly blocked all Li Yizhi's escape routes.
They wanted to force Li Yizhi to resist forcefully, and they would ignore both ends.
Li Yizhi looked sternly, looking at the three people attacking from three directions. He clenched his fists with both hands and struck from left to right.
Among them, the right fist violently exploded the electric python in the sky, and hit Wei Taicang's blade with great accuracy, causing a sharp sword cry.
Wei Taicang's face turned red, he spurted out a mouthful of hot blood, and his body flew out, breaking the beams of a large house.
At the same time, Li Yizhi's left fist also hit Butler Wu's star measuring ruler.
Butler Wu was like Wei Taicang, his face was so red that he was about to bleed, his body was thrown away, blood was scattered in the sky, and his black gold cassock made a hunting sound.
At this moment, Gao He's spear was about to pierce Li Yizhi like a poisonous dragon drill.