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The inn was already surrounded by a crowd. No one was allowed to go out, and no one was allowed to go in. This was, of course, an order from Ji Yongao. Now that Ji Yongao was dead, his subordinates were like headless flies, doing nothing. Retreat, not daring, nor attacking.

Chi Feng was sound asleep in his room. He knew when Ye Mo Han had left. Did he not stop him because he knew Ye Mo Han had come back?

In the forest, outside the thatched cottage. Ye Wen stood proudly, staring at Zhao Chongli, observing his every move.

Zhao Chong Li chuckled, and Ye Wen Han immediately sensed the retraction of his killing intent. Ye Mo was shocked. This was the first time he had seen someone who could easily collect and release their killing intent. For example, Chi Feng. When he was killing, his killing intent would invade and frighten people. However, he was unable to retract this killing intent in the blink of an eye. This wasn't necessarily the case with Zhao Chongli's martial arts, but Zhao Chongli was definitely someone who could utilize his skills to the utmost. This was to be able to kill without the slightest bit of effort, and to kill with the perfect amount of effort. The deaths of Dan Tianlong, including Dan Bo and Ji Yongao, were testimony to that.

Zhao Chongli said, "Actually, Zhao Binglong and I are actually brothers. He should have been killed by you, right?"

Ye Chonglou carefully sized up Zhao Chongli. Whether it was the appearance or the aura of the two, they did not resemble each other at all. One could even say that they were two completely different people.

Zhao Chongli saw through Ye Chonglou's doubt. "He should have died anyway. He should have died if he didn't know how to control himself. When I heard that you rescued Chi Feng, I already knew that he was already dead. I will not care about this matter, but us two brothers will serve the same person and perform our respective duties. If you kill him, then you will interfere in my work, and that will not do. "

Ye Chonglou had already expected Zhao Chongli to be a member of the Jade Pavilion. "I really don't know what kind of power the Jade Pavilion Master has. He would rather let all of you die than be loyal to him."

Zhao Chongli's expression suddenly turned respectful as he said one word at a time, "Only by following the pavilion master will you be able to achieve great things. This chaotic world will also come to an end. Someone like you, of course you don't understand."

Ye Mo Han sneered and said: "Now, I can't get out of the Jade Pavilion anymore. No matter what, I have to find this pavilion master."

Zhao Chongli laughed out loud as his killing intent surfaced again. He mocked Ye Mo Han, "You're overestimating yourself. With your strength, you want to fight against my pavilion master? You're practically a mantis trying to stop a chariot."

Ye Mo Han abruptly punched, his true qi circulating as he swept out the enemy forces. Zhao Chongli lowered his shoulder and retracted his leg, extending his left hand to pat Ye Chonglou lightly. Ye Chonglou's attack was immediately rendered powerless. Ye Wen used his fists and feet, the force of his palm was so strong that Zhen Qi continued to surge between the two of them.

Leaves rustling down, the air was suddenly frozen by the sudden cross between Ye Han and Zhao Chongli's Zhen Qi. No matter how Ye Mo Han's body changed direction and quickly attacked, it was all dispelled by Zhao Chongli's soft palm strike. Ye Mo Han could clearly feel that this soft palm power contained a power he was not familiar with. If he continued to fight with it, that strange power might be triggered and then devoured. With Zhao Chongli's palm strength as soon as it came into contact with his own fist and foot, Ye Mo Han turned his body to the side and changed his moves.

The two of them continued to exchange blows until dawn, exchanging more than two thousand blows. The zhenqi in Ye Mo Han's body was surging, but he still did not feel tired. As for Zhao Chongli, he could already feel that his breath was a little weak. In terms of martial arts competition, if the two's strength were equal, then their physical strength would become the crux of the battle.

Zhao Chongli lowered his head and dodged Ye Mo's kick. He turned his head and struck out with his palm, forcing Ye Mo Han back. Zhao Chongli then leapt up and landed on the thatched cottage. Laughing, he said, "Ye Chonglou, you really do have some skill, but why don't you come with me and kill Gongsun and Chun Qiu together? I think the pavilion master will let go of his past grudges and accept you into the Emerald Jade Pavilion. "

"A fool's dream." Ye Wen laughed coldly. Both palms shot out, and his inner strength transformed into true energy along his palms that rippled like a wave. It was like a huge mouth that was about to swallow Zhao Chongli. Zhao Chongli rose into the air and sent out his palms in unison. There was very little true qi, but it was as if there were golden threads. It passed through the waves of true energy of Ye Mo Han, and pierced through the fatal acupoints all over Ye Mo Han's body.

The huge Zhen Qi released by Ye Mo Han had completely destroyed the thatched cottage. The numerous strands of true qi had already approached Ye Chonglou's body, almost touching his clothes. Ye Chonglou didn't even think as he once again released his palms and true energy. The only difference was that he no longer had the same aura as before, which was lower than Zhao Chongli's true energy. Ye Chonglou suddenly felt an intense pain as the blood within his body churned incessantly. Ye Chonglou had basically used up all of his strength in one move. Now that he had gathered new strength to resist Zhao Chongli's attack, he could actually dispel the deadly force. He had to admit that this was evidence of Ye Chonglou's improved strength recently.

Zhao Chongli flew out of the collapsed thatched cottage and missed the target. He stretched out his arms as layers of Zhen Qi surrounded his body, and both of his arms held up the sky. True energy immediately spiraled downwards, forming a nine foot long sharp blade that hacked towards Ye Mo Han's head. During the process of vaporizing weapons, Ye Mo had seen that the most powerful one was Chi Feng, followed by Zhao Binglong. However, when Zhao Chongli used it at this moment, although it was not as domineering and powerful as Chi Feng and Zhao Binglong, it was still somewhat strange. As for why it was strange, Ye Chanhan could not tell.

Zhao Chongli stood high up in the air, slashing towards Ye Mo. The surrounding trees could not help but be affected. Some of the larger trees that were encircled by three people had their branches cut off, while the smaller trees were mostly cut off at the waist. After a dozen or so moves, Ye Wen Han was forced into a state of panic. If not for his powerful lightness skills, he would have long become a ghost under the blade. In fact, Ye Chonglou's inner strength was almost on par with Zhao Chongli's. It was just that Ye Chonglou did not know how to transform his inner strength into a weapon to handle his opponent. If it wasn't for his outstanding lightness skills and the large number of trees around him, he would have long been a ghost under Zhao Chongli's blade.

Even after dozens of slashes from Zhao Chong Li, he still could not injure Ye Mo Han. His body suddenly spun in the air. The sharp blade transformed from Zhen Qi was like a lightning bolt, covering a radius of dozens of feet. Not even plants or insects were born.

Ye Mo Han stood ten zhang away, the palm of his hand split open, blood staining his clothes. When Zhao Chong Li's body suddenly changed, Ye Mo Han felt that something was wrong and did not think much about it. He used all his strength to strike a palm towards Zhao Chong Li. However, Zhao Chongli's blade was just too fast. Just as Ye Chonglou released his palm attack, the blade had already reached the top of Ye Chonglou's wrist. Shocked, Ye Chonglou struck out with his other palm, but it was broken by the backlash of the sharp blade.

Zhao Chongli stopped his attack and said, "Ye Chonglou, the pavilion master actually appreciates you very much. As long as you are useful to the Pavilion Master, we will make peace today. If you don't know what's good for you, hehe, then let Ox-Head and Horse-Face lock you up today. "

Ye Mo Han tore off a piece of his clothes and wrapped it around his wound, "Since you don't understand my words, then I will tell you again. I will find him and kill him."

"You overestimate yourself." Zhao Chongli roared as he swept his blade across the entire army that was mixed with true qi. The trees, plants, and gravel and sand in front of him were all swept up as if they were blown by a strong gust of wind, and swept towards Ye Mo. The strength behind the blow was so strong that Ye Mo Han couldn't even open his eyes.

Ye Chonglou jumped up a tree that had five people hugging him. When Zhao Chongli's attack came, the tree had a three feet deep crack in it. As Ye Wen stood on it, he could only feel the thick tree swaying, and it seemed as if the tree was about to be uprooted. Ye Jianhan stood still, but Zhao Chongli was nowhere to be seen.

Ye Mo Han thought to himself, "Oh no!" He turned around and struck his palm, but his shoulder was already hit by Zhao Chongli's punch. He staggered as he fell from the tree. If it wasn't for Ye Mo Han's sensitive reaction, he would have turned around and slapped Zhao Chong Li's fist away, and Ye Mo Han, who was on his back after being hit, would have died from the shock of his heart being shattered. After failing to land even a single blow, Zhao Chongli used his momentum to give chase as he kicked out with both feet towards Ye Chonglou's chest. Ye Chonglou's life was hanging by a thread, but his heart was filled with joy. He could see that Zhao Chongli had become angry because he could not kill him for a long period of time. From what Zhao Chongli had seen, this kind of person who did not want to waste too much energy and energy on other people would not have any useless tricks up his sleeves. Now that Zhao Chongli had used both his feet, it meant that his heart was anxious and he was afraid that Ye Shuanghan would take the opportunity to turn the situation around and win. As long as he was angry and anxious, Ye Mo Han was confident of being able to fight back. On this point, Ye Mo Han had never doubted him.

Zhao Chongli's feet did not leave Ye Chong's chest, and Ye Chuanhan had no place to exert his strength in, so he could not change his body to avoid Zhao Chongli's fatal move. Before Ye Chonglou could land on the ground, Zhao Chonglou's left foot had already landed on Ye Chonglou's chest. Ye Chonglou grabbed his right foot with both hands. Zhao Chongli laughed coldly as his left foot once again landed on Ye Mo Han's chest. Blood spurted out of Ye Mo Han's mouth as his back hit the ground, causing dust to fly in all directions. Just as Zhao Chongli was about to feel proud of himself, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his right leg. He could no longer stand and his body fell to the ground. As he leaned forward, Zhao Chongli felt another heavy punch on his abdomen. When he was about to extend his hand to protect himself, it was already too late. His throat was already being gripped by a hand. That hand was naturally Ye Mo's.

It turned out that Ye Mo Han knew Zhao Chonglou's anger and impatience when he saw him kick again and again, so he risked gathering the Zhen Qi in his body to his heart. Although Ye Chanhan could not externalize his inner strength and zhen qi, it was still very easy for him to circulate and channel the true qi within his body. When Zhao Chongli's left foot had kicked his chest, the protection of his true qi had reduced most of the deadly force, which meant that his life was no longer in danger. Even so, with just a few kicks from Zhao Chongli, Ye Chonglou's Qi and blood were still clashing wildly within his body. When his body landed on the ground, Ye Mo Han used all his strength to break Zhao Chongli's right leg. He wanted to punch Zhao Chongli in the chest, but Zhao Chongli suddenly bent his body forward so that he could hit his lower abdomen. Although it did not hit, it still delayed Zhao Chong Li's defensive technique. Ye Mo Han was shocked as he quickly reached out his hand to grab Zhao Chong Li's throat.

Zhao Chongli was under the control of Ye Mo Han, and his left palm was raised in the air.

"Where is the pavilion master?" Ye Mo Han spat out a mouthful of blood. At this time, he was covered in blood, and his entire body was bloodstained. He looked extremely ferocious and terrifying.

Zhao Chong Li looked contemptuously at Ye Mo Han, his left palm striking down, but he could not move even an inch closer to Ye Mo Han's head, because Ye Mo Han had already broken Zhao Zhong Li's throat. Ye Chonglou pushed away Zhao Chongli's corpse and tried to get up, but it was as if his entire body had collapsed. He could not muster any strength and could only lie on the ground to rest. Ye Wen struggled to stand up only when the sky was bright. He tried to circulate his Qi and blood to give it a try. Not only was his Qi and blood unstable, but there was also a bone deep pain in his chest.

"Seconds." "A person behind Ye Mo Han started clapping his hands." [I am so impressed by that bloody battle.]

When Ye Chanhan heard the sound, he knew something was wrong. He hurriedly turned around and threw a punch, but this punch did not have the slightest bit of power. It was no different from a normal person's punch. The other party had completely ignored Ye Mo Han's punch, his left hand flicking away, his right palm lightly striking Ye Mo Han's chest. Ye Wen Han couldn't hold on any longer, he couldn't bear the sweet taste in his mouth, and he lost consciousness in an instant.