With the clanging sound, Mars flew, and Qilong moved forward.

A fighter, use his power to suppress others?

Sorry, it doesn’t exist here in Zhao Yu.

Tan Ying seemed to have discovered this problem and wanted to get out, but it was too late.

The moment he dared to make moves, Qi Long had already turned around, and then Zhao Yu pressed his elbow hard on his chest.

Bang... A dull sound was heard, and Tan Ying flew backwards, flew back five meters away, and fell heavily at the door of the inn, where he had been standing before.

Zhao Yu stood on the sword, pressed his hands on the hilt of the sword, looking at Tan Ying, with the initial smile on his face and a light look.

Tan Ying looked at Zhao Yu with a serious expression, and a hint of scarlet red had spilled out of the corner of his mouth.

Fighting warriors? Not like.

Zhao Yu did not have the aura unique to the fighting warriors. The reason why the fighting warriors had a crushing advantage on ordinary warriors is nothing more than this aura that made ordinary warriors feel desperate.

But he didn't feel it at all in Zhao Yu.

However, even such a young man who didn't even think about the voice of an ordinary warrior hurt him the moment he met.

"I'm so clumsy, what do you call me?" Tan Ying stared at Zhao Yu with a serious expression and said word by word.

"I don't have any interest in chatting with you. If you want something on me, then show your due strength. To be honest... your strength is not good." Zhao Yu shook his head gently, with a smile on his lips.

If the strength of the warriors in Dayue Mountain City is at this level, then Zhao Yu is really not afraid.

Tan Ying was silent, and after a moment, he gently wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth: "Although I don't know how strong your strength is, I still want to give it a try."

The fighting skills are so tempting to these sectless cultivators. Although he is from the Tan family in Dayueshan City, and even though he is a warrior, after all, his fighting skills are only one.

If you sell the entire Tan family, you probably won’t be able to acquire a fighting skill. This is the pain of the casual cultivator.

Now, there is such a good opportunity in front of him and he will give up like this. That will definitely be impossible.

Zhao Yu blinked. He had actually shown mercy just now, but now he looked at Tan Ying, whose momentum was becoming more and more concise, and his expression was a little confused.

Didn’t it be said that good warriors cherish their lives? Why didn’t this guy stop seeing the good?

In fact, the reason why I showed mercy was not because this was Dayue Mountain City, nor because Tan Ying's surname was Tan.

And just because Tan Ying has no intention of killing since he appeared.

Why did Teacher Guo get seriously injured and not be able to wake up and get out of bed? It was because he had the intention of killing.

"Have you brought enough money to buy life?" Zhao Yu suddenly asked when he thought of something.

"What?" Tan Ying was a little stunned, but his aura continued to increase instead of decreasing.

"If you don't have enough money to buy your life, you will die." Zhao Yu looked at Tan Ying deeply. Since the other party chose to continue the battle, he would not hold back.

"How much did Situ's family use?" Tan Ying suddenly remembered the news he received at noon, his pupils shrank slightly, and he almost subconsciously asked such a sentence.

"Three thousand taels." Zhao Yu was unrestrained and spoke according to the facts. And... if Tan Ying could not afford to buy the life of three thousand taels, then Zhao Yu was really ready to kill someone.

He didn't have the interest to accompany these people to fight slowly one after another, which was too time-consuming and too physically strong.

"have!"

Tan Ying said this word in a deep voice, and then rushed towards Zhao Yu.

He only has one sword, one sword determines the outcome, one sword determines life and death, and one sword determines the universe.

Wherever you pass, dust is flying with the rumbling sound, wood chips are splashing, step by step, momentum is imminent.

This is the fighter.

Zhao Yu's eyes suddenly narrowed, and the momentum that rushed towards him was like the surging river water, the roaring covered the sky, which was...a sword energy.

Fighting skills...this is fighting skills.

At some point, the sword light suddenly appeared in the air, cutting through the dust, opening up momentum, and cutting through everything.

Kneel...The huge and harsh metal collision sound suddenly sounded.

In the field, Zhao Yu had a sword blocked Tan Ying's sword, but the whole person was knocked away and rolled in the air three times. Before the inn wall, Zhao Yu finally stabilized his body.

If it is not enough, he doesn't stop. If the opponent makes a move, can he be beaten?

The answer is of course not.

Speed ​​and Zhao Yu's speed cannot be said to be outstanding in this world, but it is absolutely suppressed by the warriors or fighting warriors he encounters.

Whoosh...

The next moment, the long sword was like a rainbow hanging on the sun, and a white light shone out in the air.

Tan Ying wanted to retreat, but... he could no longer retreat because at the moment he had this intention, the Qilong sword had already landed on his big sword. With the rumbling sound, Tan Ying was forced to stand on the big sword and resist the sword. However, the seemingly ethereal sword was so powerful that it was unimaginable that Tan Ying could not imagine that he was forced to kneel down on one knee to remove the huge power. Even from the corner of his eyes, he saw the crack on the big sword.

When he raised his head and looked at Zhao Yu, Tan Ying's pupils suddenly shrank.

"Boom!" Tan Ying flew backwards. When he was forced to kneel on one knee, Zhao Yu did not give up on continuing the attack. Instead, he kicked Tan Ying's chin and kicked him backwards.

At the same time, as the figure flashed, Zhao Yu was already following him, and the cold light flashed in the air again.

This time, Tan Ying almost relied on his instinct to have a horizontal sword.

Crane... The fire was shining everywhere, and at that moment, an illusion between life and death suddenly flashed from Tan Ying's heart, because at that moment, the Qilong sword wandered on his big sword, and in the blink of an eye, it had already appeared on his neck.

"Buy your life money." Zhao Yu still had the initial smile on his face, and he just looked at Tan Ying and said softly.

When buying money for life, the reason why he kept Tan Ying's life was not because he cherished his talents, but because he lacked money.

This is the inspiration given to him by the waiter. If not, I am so sorry for the waiter's violent attack.

"Yes." Looking at Zhao Yu's smile, Tan Ying shuddered in his heart. He knew very well that if he dared to say a word without words, the smiling young man in front of him would definitely cut his head with one sword. This is an unquestionable fact.

In contrast, being pushed to one knee by someone seems so small that it cannot be more insignificant.

"Thirty minutes... Oh no, half a quarter of an hour, I want to see the money, otherwise, I will go to your Tan family to talk to you."

Hearing Tan Ying's answer, Zhao Yu had already put away his sword and turned around and left, and his voice also reached Tan Ying's ears at this time.
Chapter completed!