When the Eighth Elder screamed, the Fifth Elder and the Seventh Elder both looked a little shocked, especially the Seventh Elder, who had no idea what had happened.

The fifth elder's face suddenly turned pale. As a vassal force of the Bajue Sect and as a member of the old generation, the fifth elder's understanding of the Bajue Sect is much deeper than that of the Seventh Elders and the Eighth Elders.

He suddenly remembered something. When an elder of the Bajue Sect came to inspect their Baoyan Villa, he said: The level of fighting martial artists in the world is only one level in the seriousness of their disciples in the Bajue Sect. There is no so-called first-level and second-level Saint Fighting Warriors, only the level of Saint Fighting Warriors.

There is no subdivided level, only one large level.

After this sentence, there is another saying that if the inner disciples of the Bajue Sect cannot challenge the level, they are not worthy of being called the inner disciples of the Bajue Sect.

In front of him, Zhao Yu was not an inner disciple of the Bajue Sect, but a young sect leader of the Bajue Sect.

"Little Bazai, how dare you attack me?" The Eighth Elder stared at Zhao Yu with a splitting eyes, and the anger in his eyes was almost burning to the sky.

The broken arm is reborn, which is a ability that can only be found in the sage realm. The Saint Warriors and the Sage realm seem to be just one level of strength different from each other, but they do not have this ability.

The Eighth Elder can instantly stop bleeding and pain when his arm is cut off by a sword, but he absolutely has no ability to regenerate the broken arm.

"Don't let him use his martial arts ability and attack him in close proximity." The fifth elder's words were almost roaring.

When the strength is almost different, the reason why the lethality of martial arts is more terrifying than that of fighting skills is because there is no fluctuation that can be captured and cannot be defended.

"Close?" Zhao Yu's mouth slightly outlined a sneering curve.

The most feared thing about martial arts is close-up. In fact, Zhao Yu is really not used to it when fighting martial arts people like this, who use internal energy and external skills as soon as they come up. Because he doesn't know much about these martial arts, and most of them are all one-hit killing moves, so he prefers this kind of close-up battle.

Close combat?

The Eighth Elder was also stunned for a moment. After entering the Saint Battle Warrior, few people would fight in close combat.

Saint Fighting Warriors release internal energy from outside, this is a standard and an attack method. It can be said that not only Saint Fighting Warriors, but also strong people in the wise realm.

Therefore, when these powerful people fight, they will destroy the heaven and earth with one move.

"Yes, close to them, they practice martial arts and rarely have fighting skills." The fifth elder nodded and stared at Zhao Yu holding the hilt of the sword with a serious expression.

"Okay." Although the Eighth Elder was not a martial arts practitioner, he also knew the horror of martial arts.

Although both the fighting martial artists and the fighting martial artists look down on martial arts, after being promoted to the Saint Fight Warriors, everyone knows how terrifying the lethality of martial arts is.

When the sound fell, the Eighth Elder had already appeared in front of Zhao Yu, and the two were only a few 1 meter apart.

Yang Xiao suddenly narrowed his eyes and held the stick and suddenly greeted the Eighth Elder. However, at the same moment, the seventh Elder's voice suddenly rang.

"Your opponent is me."

With the rumbling sound, a fist shadow suddenly came.

Yang Xiao swung his stick almost without thinking, instantly dispersing the fist shadow, but his whole body was also knocked back three steps.

"Let him come, I can handle it." Zhao Yu gave Yang Xiao a reassuring look, squinted his eyes and looked at the Eighth Elder not far away, with the smile on his face becoming stronger and stronger.

When Yang Xiao heard Zhao Yu say this, he raised his stick almost without thinking and greeted the Seventh Elder.

"Little Bazai, I want to see your limbs chopped up and make you into a human stick." The Eighth Elder stared at Zhao Yu with a ferocious look on his face. The moment the voice fell, he had already cut down at Zhao Yu.

Crane, the Qilong sword was unsheathed, instantly blocking the Eighth Elder's big sword. At the same time, the Eighth Elder's pupils suddenly contracted because he suddenly discovered that he had lost control of his big sword, and even his body couldn't help but tilt with the big sword.

Do you really think that martial arts can only be used for sneak attacks? Zhao Yu's eyes were full of sarcasm.

The clothes are eighteen times falling, and they are used on the sword moves, and they are still extremely powerful.

"Impossible, what kind of magic is this?" The hideous expression on the Eighth Elder's face had been replaced by a look of horror.

Because, he wanted to let go and let go of the big sword in his hand. Although it is a taboo to let go of the weapons in his hand during a war, in this situation, he must let go of the big sword.

However, he found that... he didn't even have the ability to let go of the big sword, and a sticky feeling came from the hilt, making his body unable to separate from the big sword at all.

"Let you die with your eyes closed. This is a martial art. You will fall down with your clothes." Zhao Yu's gentle voice sounded in his ears.

The next moment, the Eighth Elder almost didn't even react, and a sudden move came from his throat.

The moment the cold light flashed, a dazzling scarlet red was brought out, which was... the blood of the Eighth Elder.

A sword seals the throat.

If a person who is touched by clothes and falls eighteen times, unless his strength is huge, or has relevant abilities to escape, then there is only one word waiting for the other person, and he will die.

So when the Eighth Elder was ready to kill Zhao Yu with one blow, his fate was already destined.

Does a Saint Fighting Warrior still need to be guessed about the outcome of a big fighter?

Before this, whether it was the fifth elder standing behind the formation or the seventh elder who was fighting, although the two were a little serious about Zhao Yu, they both felt that this was not a big problem.

The natural barrier between the Great Fighting Warrior and the Saint Fighting Warrior cannot be filled by any talent or martial arts.

But what about now? As soon as they fought, they only took three breaths. The Eighth Elder even had time to slash out and then was sealed with a sword. Not to mention crushing, there was no room for fighting back.

"How is it possible? This is impossible!" The fifth elder said in horror.

The Eighth Elder is a Saint Fighting Warrior. Although he is only the first-level Saint Fighting Warrior, he is definitely not comparable to a big fighter. But now, the Eighth Elder is blocked by a sword in just a few breaths.

A sword without any fighting force was used to seal the throat.

The fifth elder was unwilling to deceive himself and say that the Eighth Elder underestimated the enemy, or that the Eighth Elder was greatly reduced by the sneak attack, because... no matter what, the Eighth Elder was still a Saint Fighting Warrior. No matter how much he underestimated the enemy, he would never be able to be sealed by a big fighter with a sword.

"There is nothing impossible. Next, it's your turn." Zhao Yu raised his hand and pointed the tip of the sword at the fifth elder: "Half an hour has passed, and next, all the great warriors or above in Baoyan Villa will die."
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