Li Yizhi's figure suddenly moved to the left and back, and at the same time he tightened his chest, and the spear passed through his chest with many dangers.
The fierce force of the gun slashed across Li Yizhi's chest like a blade, leaving numerous cuts on the clothes on his chest.
His left hand turned into a fist, grabbed the spear, and then shook it violently.
Gao He felt as if he had been struck by lightning, trembling all over and the blood in his body collapsed.
With a look of horror in his eyes, he abandoned his spear and turned around in the void, trying to fall back to the ground.
But Li Yizhi stepped forward again and kicked Gao He on the shoulder.
There was a snapping sound, and the shoulder bones were broken.
Gao He groaned, flew upside down, and smashed into a large house, smashing a large piece of the roof, revealing a big hole.
All this is a long story, but actually it happened in the blink of an eye.
In one confrontation, the three great martial saints were injured by Li Yizhi.
At this time, the champion jumped up again, his eyes full of murderous intent, but also filled with frustration.
Because Li Yizhi can fly in the air, he needs to jump into the air to fight with his opponent.
As for him, he had nowhere to draw strength from in the air, and his cultivation level could not reach even 50%.
"Li Yizhi, I want you to die, the God of Destruction Palm!"
The champion roared wildly, his voice matching his fist movements, and he looked like a furious blue dragon.
The violent air waves spread out in circles with his body as the center.
Amid the sound waves, the champion figure was like a flying dragon, constantly rising and falling with the help of the roof.
He struck out with both palms one after another, and each large bloody handprint covered half of the sky, seeming to strike at Li Yizhi from all directions.
Li Yizhi felt that the large space around him was about to condense into a single piece of steel under the squeeze of countless big bloody handprints.
"Peace to the world!"
Li Yizhi shouted loudly, twisted his waist, and swept his right arm out.
The majestic blood spurted out and turned into countless arms in the air.
Each arm is holding a different fist seal, hitting the big bloody handprints in all directions.
Rumble!
The sky seemed to have been blown open, and a ball of extremely dazzling light rose up. It felt like it rose out of thin air for a whole day, illuminating three thirds of the space hundreds of miles around.
Under the aftermath, the bodies of Yu Wutong and the four others trembled and became silent.
They were shocked to death and their spirits collapsed!
Xiao Anran and others, who had just escaped from Tianwu City, continued to flee with lingering fear in their hearts.
They felt aggrieved because the five great ghosts and immortals just ran away.
The full strength fight between humans and immortals is so powerful.
On the Yunmeng fleet that had just docked, the Black Wolf King and others raised their heads and looked into the depths of the Wilderness Continent, with horror in their eyes.
Even though they were hundreds of miles away, they could still feel the majestic blood energy fluctuations, which showed how fierce the battle there was.
Black Wolf King Bi Shihua shouted: "Everyone, someone got there first, let's go."
As he spoke, he jumped over a hundred meters and rushed into the tropical rain forest.
Behind the Black Wolf King, there were four more people following him, namely two men and two women.
Among them, there are two ghost immortals, namely Nalan Kui, the master of the Black Demon Hall of Xuantian Pavilion, and Nalan Yanluo, the master of the Destruction Hall.
Among the remaining two people, one is Nalan Yuanzhen, Prince Kun of the Yunmeng Empire, who has the cultivation level of a peak grandmaster, and the other is Xing Yuxian, the daughter of the Peacock King.
Although Xing Yuxian is only a master of possession, because he once refined the soul of a ghost immortal, his combat power is not inferior to that of the ghost immortal.
Not long after the four people left, Hong Yi and Chan Yinsha supported each other's bodies and entered the wilderness continent.
The two people still met together as in the original work, learned about the Qiankun Bag, and tracked it here.
They originally thought about dealing with the Black Wolf King, but after feeling the strong energy and blood fluctuations in the depths of the Wilderness Continent, they temporarily gave up the idea of a sneak attack.
So they took off again and flew towards the depths of the Wilderness Continent.
Tianwu City.
Rumble!
Under the pressure of the shock wave in mid-air, large areas of buildings on the ground collapsed one after another.
It was like being pressed down from the sky by an invisible big hand. It was crushed to pieces, dust and smoke spread everywhere, and turned into ruins.
Li Yizhi looked at the Jing Nin Monk and the Martial Saint Li Li who were running towards the center of the city, then glanced at the Champion Hou, and finally decided to get the Qiankun Bag first.
To him, this champion was like a hedgehog covered with thorns, but he couldn't really kill him.
Otherwise, if the Panhuang Sword is provoked, even if he can catch it, he will probably be seriously injured.
So, with a thought in Li Yizhi's mind, he turned into a stream of light and rushed into the center of the city.
The champion shouted loudly and hurried over.
At this time, the three people from Wei Taicang who crawled out from everywhere also followed.
After a while, Li Yizhi landed in front of a palace.
This palace is extremely grand and magnificent. There is a gilt plaque hanging on the plaque with the words "War Temple" written on it.
When he entered the palace, he saw an altar erected in the center of the palace.
On the altar, a large bag is enshrined.
This bag is neither silk nor linen, it has a strange color, like leather, and is tightly tied with a tendon-like rope. It is the Qiankun Bag.
Li Yizhi stepped forward and with a move of his right hand, the Qiankun cloth bag fell into his hand. It was as smooth as mutton-fat white jade.
With a bang, a figure jumped up and landed in the main hall. It was the Jingren monk.
He said in a deep voice: "Master Li, this is the most precious treasure of my Great Zen Temple. Please return it to me."
"First of all, if I take this Qiankun Bag, it is mine. Secondly, even if I give this Qiankun Bag to you, you won't be able to protect it, and you may even have to pay for it with your own life. So why bother."
Li Yizhi directly stuffed the Qiankun bag into his arms. As he spoke, he ignored Monk Jingren and walked out of the hall.
Monk Jingren's face changed, looking at Li Yizhi's back, he could only sigh viciously.
Just as Li Yizhi said, this time the imperial court not only dispatched a human immortal, but also four great martial saints and five great ghost immortals. How could he protect Qiankun Budai.
I don't know who this Li Yizhi is, but it seems that he has a grudge against the imperial court and gave the Qiankun bag to him, which may bring greater trouble to the imperial court in the future.
Thinking of this, Monk Jingren finally felt a little more comfortable.
When Li Yizhi walked out of the Temple of War, he saw that the champion was already chasing him. Behind him were the four great martial saints and the eighteen great masters.
"kill!"
Without any words, the champion shouted loudly, and in a flash he came to Li Yizhi and punched him hard.
The four people from Wei Taicang also took action, assisting the champion Hou from both sides.
As for the Qiankun Dragon Guards of the eighteen great masters, they could only stare at it and were unable to intervene at all.
Li Yizhi's eyes turned cold. He ignored the champion, but used his magical foot power to instantly arrive in front of Gao He and punched out fiercely.
Since he can't kill the champion, he'll kill everyone else!
Gao He's eyes were horrified. He kicked his feet violently on the ground and retreated quickly.