In just a short while, they had changed their goal to Zhao Yu, no longer the little monk next to them.

Zhao Yu was a little surprised.

In this blink of an eye, the other party regards himself as his target?

"Young Master, I will try my best to hold them back later, you can leave first." Yang Xiao lowered his voice, but his tone was full of solemnity.

"Do you know something?" Zhao Yu's eyes condensed slightly. No matter how slow the reaction was, he realized something was wrong.

Originally, when Yang Xiao asked him to find an opportunity to escape as soon as he spoke, Zhao Yu thought it was Yang Xiao who saw the strength of the two men in black.

But now it seems that this is not the case at all.

"They should be from Tiange." Yang Xiao whispered: "That is a killer organization that makes people scared."

The killers, two, and were severely injured, were they all Saints Warriors?

Thinking of this, Zhao Yu's pupils couldn't help but shrink slightly.

This is really a coincidence, no coincidence anymore. But what Tie Laogui said is not like this. Hasn’t the other party already chosen the place to start? Why did it suddenly change to this place?

Could it be that the other party already knew that the plan was discovered by the Bajue Sect, so he rushed over here overnight to intercept them?

But this is not right.

If this were the case, the other party wouldn't have talked so much nonsense with him, nor would he have been in a position for so long. He had already taken action when he saw him.

After all, or a coincidence?

Wu Bufan patted Yang Xiao’s shoulder with a wry smile: “Protect Master Yichan and let me meet the so-called Saint Warriors.”

"Young Master." Yang Xiao looked anxious. He had already done his best to create a chance for Zhao Yu to escape at all costs, but he didn't know that Zhao Yu actually pushed him behind him as soon as he reached out.

If a great fighter faces two Saints Warriors, is it still necessary to fight? This is simply seeking death.

Even if he is the peak of the seventh level of the Great Fighter, he can only use his life to create a chance to escape for Zhao Yu, and it is only once.

If Zhao Yu couldn't grasp it, then they would have to explain it all here.

It can be said that in Yang Xiao's view, Zhao Yu's approach is truly a trap.

"Don't worry, it's okay." Zhao Yu waved his hand and smiled, "Take a look after Master Yichan."

If these two men in black were in their heyday, Zhao Yu would immediately launch a thirty-six strategies, and the best strategy would be.

It can even be said that if these two black-clothed masked killers were third-level Saint Warriors, Zhao Yu would have slipped away without hesitation.

But unfortunately, these two Saint Warriors are only the first-level Saint Warrior level, and they are also the first-level Saint Warrior level who have been severely damaged.

This is a ready-made target, no need to do it.

"Hehe, since you want to die so much, then I will fulfill your wish."

The masked man in black on the left suddenly burst into laughter. The laughter was too harsh.

As the laughter sounded, the masked man in black suddenly stretched out his hand. In the air, a big hand formed by internal energy suddenly condensed and slapped at Zhao Yu.

"Fighting skills, big overturning palms."

A gloomy voice suddenly resounded throughout the ruined temple, and the fire was pressed down by two inches at the moment when the big hand appeared.

A grim smile flashed across Zhao Yu's face. Facing the Saint Fighter, he only made a move on the Xiaohu once, only once, but it was enough to let Zhao Yu know that with his current strength, fighting against a Saint Fighter first-level warrior would definitely not be a big problem.

Therefore, when Zhao Yu saw that the masked man in black was so arrogant, he didn't even think about it and directly held the hilt of the Qilong Sword with his backhand.

clang!

In the darkness, a white light flashed through the beams of the ruined temple.

Martial arts, sword drawing.

This is Zhao Yu's best martial arts and the most capable of hitting others off guard.

If you want to slap him to death with one hand, then Zhao Yu would never mind cutting off his hand.

"Boom!"

With the loud bang, a huge lightning flashed across the dilapidated temple between the two.

The huge palm that suddenly appeared was cut off by a white light at that moment.

One sword broke, and the huge force suddenly vented in all directions, like a huge wave, pushing everything away.

Yang Xiao did not hesitate at all and suddenly held the sword in front of him. However, the next moment, he found that he didn't need to do such a thing at all, because... all the waves of air had automatically dissipated in front of Zhao Yu.

"What?"

"How is that possible?"

Two screams of exclamation came from the mouths of two black-clothed masked people, one of which... was a female voice.

One man and one woman, but they were dressed in black and masked, and they couldn't tell the difference in their outfits.

After all, the Saint Fighter is a Saint Fighter. Even if he is seriously injured, he is not comparable to a big fighter. But now, Zhao Yu has broken their cognition alive.

Not to mention the two masked men in black, the man who was hiding in the dark was shocked by this scene.

"There is nothing impossible. The two people who were severely injured and could not even exert their own strength to the first level of the Saint Warrior. What's so great about it?" Zhao Yu shook his head gently. If you look closely, you can see that the Qilong Sword had been unsheathed three inches at this time.

"Since you have seen it, you will be even more inseparable. Take all your strength!" The female masked man in black suddenly spoke.

clang...

As her voice fell, two white lights suddenly resounded through the world.

The huge white light cuts straight into the dark night, crosses in the air to form a × shape, and covers Zhao Yu.

At the same time, two masked men in black rushed towards Zhao Yu at the same time.

Zhao Yu suddenly narrowed his eyes and the Qilong sword suddenly unsheathed.

When drawing swordsmanship, the sword is nine inches long, and life and death are divided.

With the rumbling sound, the word × in the air was still cut in half like the previous big hand. Unlike before, this time, Zhao Yu's sword was targeted not only by fighting skills, but by... people.

ah!

Amid the screams, the masked man in black suddenly screamed. It was just a confrontation that he was cut off one hand.

At the same time, Zhao Yu's Qilong sword had already blocked the long sword of the masked woman in black.

Amid a sharp and violent friction, a large string of Mars suddenly jumped in the darkness.

This time, Zhao Yu took out his sword, not only broke one of the masked man in black, but also blocked the attack of the masked woman in black.

Boom!

The energy exploded with a bang, and at that moment, Zhao Yu couldn't help but flew back suddenly.

Qi and blood rolled in the chest.

Zhao Yu also said.

It’s not that Zhao Yu was careless, but... sometimes the human power was exhausted, and the sword made nine inches of life and death, and it only cut off one hand of the masked man in black, and then blocked the attack of the masked woman in black. Such an impressive record was enough to make people dazzle.
Chapter completed!