Chapter 822 I will kill anyone who touches Chen Yang!

"The Zhao family is nothing more than that. I said, this is just the beginning."

This time, Chen Yang pointed his sword at Zhao Wenguang.

He was domineering and arrogant, and he was directly provoking the head of the Zhao family in the middle Xiantian period.

But this time, no one thought he was arrogant.

He is in his early twenties, half-stepped to the innate realm; he possesses magical secrets of movement skills; plus the broken sword in his hand.

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

There was silence in the whole place, and there was no sound.

People have not yet recovered from the shock.

Shangguan Yun and Gu Mingyao looked at Chen Yang with excitement, relief, excitement, and heartbeat.

Beauty is attracted to the strong.

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

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

He was glad that Chen Yang let him go, otherwise, his end would not be much better than Zhao Lingyun.

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

Why should he take all the benefits?

Why do women like him?

Why didn't he get the broken sword?

If Lu Tiange was a pervert before, then at this moment, his mind is gradually becoming possessed.

"Tiange!"

A sad and angry voice came from the high platform.

Whoosh.

An old man's figure appeared on the ring, and it was Zhao Wenguang.

He looked down at the blood on the ring and wanted to collect his youngest son's bones, but he couldn't do it.

He turned his eyes and looked at Chen Yang.

The overwhelming killing intent was released from him.

A violent momentum raged out.

Chen Yang was at the core, and he felt great pressure.

When he truly faced the Xiantian realm, he realized that the gap between himself and the other party was not just a tiny bit.

The next second, Zhao Wenguang moved.

I saw his figure swaying for a moment, and Chen Yang felt a strong wind blowing towards his face, carrying a strong murderous intent.

He couldn't care less, so he slashed forward with the broken sword of black light in his hand.

However, before he could swing his sword blade.

His hand was held firmly.

The huge force was so powerful that it was difficult to resist. He felt that his arms could not move at all.

"too strong!"

He looked at Zhao Wenguang in front of him with a look of horror in his eyes.

With a swipe, the black light broken sword in his hand was snatched away by Zhao Wenguang.

"Die!"

Zhao Wenguang shouted loudly and struck his chest with a palm.

I saw a palm shadow of condensed zhenqi emerging between Zhao Wenguang's palms, and the violent fluctuations of zhenqi blew Chen Yang's clothes to pieces.

Before his palm fell, Chen Yang felt that his energy and blood were stagnant, and his entire chest was compressed by an invisible force, making him unable to breathe.

The middle Xiantian stage was too strong, and he couldn't resist it.

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

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

Could it be that Chen Yang was about to be killed on the spot by Zhao Wenguang just after he showed his power and potential?

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

Everyone took a closer look, but it was an old man they didn't recognize.

The old man was wearing a gray Taoist robe, with an air of immortality and a commanding aura.

He struck Zhao Wenguang with a palm, and a palm shadow of condensed energy burst out.

Although this palm shadow is not as powerful as Zhao Wenguang, it is faster and arrives first.

Obviously, the old Taoist priest did this on purpose.

Only in this way could he block Zhao Wenguang's attack on Chen Yang.

Boom.

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

The old Taoist priest hurriedly took action. Although he blocked Zhao Wenguang's palm shadow, he did not completely resist it, but only weakened it by 70% to 80% of its strength.

The broken palm struck Chen Yang on the chest.

Even with little strength left, Chen Yang was knocked backwards and flew out, blood spurting out of his mouth.

Boom.

He hit the mountain wall hard, his body felt severe pain, and his head felt dizzy.

"This old bastard is so strong!"

Chen Yang cursed secretly, used his strength on the mountain wall, and jumped to the ground.

When he touched the ground, his body shook, staggered, and almost fell.

Shangguan Yun and Gu Mingyao quickly ran over, one on the left and the other on the right, to support him.

Chen Yang only felt the faint scent of a woman coming from beside him, which was very pleasant.

But before he could feel comfortable, he spit out a mouthful of blood.

The palm that weakened Zhao Wenguang just now, although it failed to kill him, still seriously injured him, damaging his internal organs and breaking his bones.

"How are you?"

"Are you OK?"

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

Lin Jun also rushed over and wanted to help Chen Yang, but looking at the two women next to him, he couldn't do anything.

He took out a healing elixir from the Lin family and gave it to Chen Yang to drink.

"Chen Yang, die!"

A roar came, and Zhao Wenguang did not give up killing Chen Yang.

He moved and rushed towards Chen Yang.

"Zhao Wenguang, stop!"

The old Taoist priest in gray robes gave a cold shout 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 priest.

However, Zhao Lingyun was Zhao Wenguang's most beloved and optimistic son. Now that he died in Chen Yang's hands, he was extremely angry.

He narrowed his eyes and said in a deep voice: "Xuanjizi, your apprentice killed my son, and I want him to pay for it with his life!"

What, Xuanjizi!

Everyone who was confused before suddenly showed surprise.

The old Taoist priest in front of him is Li Yiliang, the genius of Kunlun back then.

Now that so many years have passed, without realizing it, he is already so old, but not many people recognize him.

From what Zhao Wenguang said, Chen Yang turned out to be Xuanjizi's apprentice, so no wonder he was so powerful.

Li Yiliang looked at the roaring Zhao Wenguang with cold eyes and said casually: "Whoever touches Chen Yang, I will kill!"

His temperament is indifferent, but his words are extremely domineering.

This temperament is the same as that of Chen Yang, and he is indeed a master and disciple.

Zhao Wenguang held the black light broken sword that he snatched from Chen Yang tightly in his hand, and shouted coldly: "Xuanjizi, you are going too far. Do you want my son to die in vain?"

Li Yiliang shook his sleeves and said the same thing: "Whoever touches Chen Yang, I will kill!"

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

"Old Li, handsome!"

Chen Yang stood behind Li Yiliang and shouted with a smile, looking very excited and not caring about his injuries at all.

This was the first time he saw Lao Li take action, let alone his strength.

Lao Li's temperament is completely different from his usual lazy appearance.

That domineering and arrogant look is indeed handsome.

But as soon as Chen Yang finished praising Lao Li, he vomited a few mouthfuls of blood.

His injuries are too serious!

Seeing this, Li Yiliang couldn't help frowning and said to Zhao Wenguang: "You injured my apprentice. How can you compensate me for this?"