Chapter 822: Whoever moves Chen Yang, who I kill!

"The Zhao family, though. I said, this is just the beginning."

This time, Chen Yangjian referred to Zhao Wenguang.

He was overbearing and mad, and the provocation was directly from the congenital mid-born Zhao.

But this time, no one thought he was arrogant.

He was in his early twenties, half-step innate; he possessed the secret of magical magic; plus the broken sword in his hand.

Over time, even if he dominates the ancient martial arts world, everyone thinks it is not impossible.

There was silence in the audience, silent.

People have yet to calm down from shock.

Shangguan Yun and Gu Yanyu looked at Chen Yang with excitement, comfort, excitement, and heartbeat.

Beauty, love for the strong.

But Lu Tiange, sitting next to Shangguan Yun, was frightened.

He didn't expect that Chen Yang was so strong.

He thanked Chen Yang for letting him go, otherwise, he would not be much better than Zhao Lingyun.

However, his jealousy towards Chen Yang became stronger and stronger.

On what basis did he take advantage?

On what basis do women like him?

Why isn't that broken sword obtained by yourself?

If Lu Tiange was perverted before, then at this moment, his mentality is gradually getting into magic.

"Tiange!"

A sad, angry voice came from the high platform.

Hesitate.

An old man appeared on the ring, it was Zhao Wenguang.

He looked down at the blood on the ring, trying to put away the bones of his younger son, but he couldn't get started.

He turned his eyes to Chen Yang.

The monstrous killing was released from him.

Raging momentum raged out.

At the core of Chen Yang, he felt great pressure.

When he really faced the innate state, he knew that the gap between him and the other party was not a little bit.

The next second, Zhao Wenguang moved.

When he saw his figure stunned, Chen Yang felt a strong wind rushing towards him, with a strong killing power.

He couldn't control that much either. He cut off the sword with black light in his hand and cut it forward.

However, he did not wait for his blade to wave.

His hand was firmly held.

The power was so strong that he couldn't resist it, he felt his arm and couldn't move the slightest.

"too strong!"

He looked at Zhao Wenguang in front of his eyes, with horror in his eyes.

Brush it, the black light broken sword in his hand was taken away by Zhao Wenguang.

"Dead to me!"

Zhao Wenguang sighed violently and slammed his palm against his chest.

I saw a singularity of palms gathered in the palm of Zhao Wenguang's palms, and the violent waves of qi were blowing Chen Yang's clothes apart.

Before the palm fell, Chen Yang felt that his blood was stagnant, and his entire chest was compressed by an invisible force, and he was out of breath.

Congenital is too strong, not that he can resist.

Chen Yang had no doubt that if this palm fell, he would be beaten into flesh.

Seeing that Zhao Wenguang was about to hit Chen Yang, everyone's face changed dramatically.

Is Chen Yang just showing his power and potential, will Zhao Wenguang be killed on the spot?

At this moment, a figure appeared three meters away from Chen Yang.

Everyone looked intently, but it was an old man they didn't know.

The old man was dressed in a gray robe and immortal style.

He struck Zhao Wenguang with one palm, and an energetic palm shadow burst out.

This palm video, although less powerful than Zhao Wenguang, but faster, the first come first.

Obviously, the old priests did so intentionally.

Only in this way can he stop Zhao Wenguang from attacking Chen Yang.

Boom.

There was a loud noise, and two palm shadows struck in front of Chen Yang.

The old Taoist hurriedly shot. Although blocking the shadow of Zhao Wenguang, he did not completely resist it, but weakened his strength by 70% or 80%.

The broken palm shadow banged on Chen Yang's chest.

Even with only a small amount of power left, Chen Yang was beaten out and blood spewed from his mouth.

Bang.

He slammed heavily against the mountain wall, his body felt severe pain, and his head felt groggy.

"This pharaoh is so strong!"

Chen Yang cursed, holding on to the mountain wall and leaping to the ground.

He touched the ground, his body shaking, hesitating, and almost falling.

Shangguan Yun and Gu Yanyu rushed over to him, holding him left and right.

Chen Yang only felt the faint aroma of a woman coming from her side, and it was comfortable to be in it.

But he was too late to spit out blood.

Zhao Wenguang's weakened palm just now, although he failed to kill him, still caused him serious injuries, internal organ damage, and broken bones.

"How are you?"

"Are you OK?"

Seeing Chen Yang spitting blood again, the two women quickly asked with concern, their faces full of worry.

Lin Jun also rushed over, trying to help Chen Yang, but looking at the two women next to him, he couldn't get started.

He took out a piece of Lin's healing elixir and took it to Chen Yang.

"Chen Yang, you die for me!"

A roar came, Zhao Wenguang did not give up to kill Chen Yang.

When he was in shape, he rushed towards Chen Yang.

"Zhao Wenguang, stop!"

The old priest, wearing a gray robe, gave a cold drink and appeared in front of Chen Yang, protecting Chen Yang behind him.

Seeing this, Zhao Wenguang stopped and seemed unwilling to do anything with the old Taoist priests.

However, Zhao Lingyun was Zhao Wenguang's most beloved and most optimistic son, and now died in the hands of Chen Yang, he has become extremely angry.

His eyes narrowed, and Shen said, "Xuan Xunzi, your apprentice killed my son, and I want him to pay his life!"

What, Aunt Xuan!

The people who were previously scratching their heads were suddenly surprised.

The old Taoist in front of him was Li Yiliang, the genius of Kunlun.

Now, after so many years, unknowingly, he is so old, but not many people recognize him.

Listening to what Zhao Wenguang said, Chen Yang turned out to be Xuan Yuanzi's apprentice. No wonder he was so powerful.

Li Yiliang looked at the roaring Zhao Wenguang, his eyes were cold, and he said casually, "Whoever moves Chen Yang, I will kill anyone!"

His temperament was indifferent, but he was extremely domineering.

This temperament, like Chen Yang, really is a master and apprentice.

Zhao Wenguang held the black light broken sword snatched from Chen Yang tightly in his hand, and said coldly, "Xuan Auntie, you are too bullying ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Do you want my son to die in vain?"

Li Yiliang shook his sleeves, and still said, "Whoever moves Chen Yang, I will kill anyone!"

At this moment, everyone felt that Li Yiliang was too domineering!

"Old Li, handsome!"

Chen Yang stood behind Li Yiliang and shouted with a smile, looking very excited, not paying any attention to his injuries.

He is the first time to see Lao shot, let alone the strength.

Lao Li's temperament, as usual laziness, was judged as two.

The domineering and arrogant is indeed handsome.

But Chen Yanggang had finished boasting about Li, and vomited a few mouthfuls of blood.

His injury was too serious!

Seeing this, Li Yiliang frowned, and said to Zhao Wenguang: "You hurt my apprentice, how can you compensate for this?"