He was wearing a blue dress and a long sword on his back, running wildly on a messy wilderness. Within a radius of two hundred miles, it had been a mess because Feng Seming and Kun had fought.

In the blink of an eye, it was approaching the edge of the basal base. In an instant, it jumped up, and the long sword spread across the sky, and the sword light broke through the sky.

Kun's pupils suddenly contracted, and he stood tall and held the stick. The next moment, his body suddenly shot out towards Zhao Yu.

bite!

In the middle of the basin, the sound of gold and stone suddenly came out, and the tip of the sword and the top of the black long stick collided.

Time is like forbidden.

The next moment, the two of them suddenly retreated.

With a bang, the two figures suddenly stepped on the edge of the basin and rushed towards each other again at a faster speed.

Can a great fighter fighter fighter fighter fighter fighter fighter fighter fighter?

It is obvious that this common sense will be broken in Zhao Yu's hands today.

Or it should be said that Zhao Yu had already broken this common sense, but what Zhao Yu is doing now is actually showing the world that if he crosses a big realm, he will fight his opponent.

In an instant, the two sides collided again.

As the horizontal sword resisted, a long stick suddenly fell.

Zhao Yu was directly hit by this stick, and with a loud bang, his knees sank into the ground.

A severely injured Saint Warrior, he is still a Saint Warrior. No matter how good Zhao Yu is, he is just a big fighter.

Behind him, Yang Xiao, who was rushing over, looked almost bloody when he saw this scene.

Shao Bei was actually suppressed by someone, how could he bear it?

With a bang, Yang Xiao rushed towards Kun almost in the most crazy posture. Before the person arrived, the stick arrived first.

Kun suddenly narrowed his eyes and raised his long stick.

boom!

The huge breath vented in all directions.

Two dark long sticks collided in the air.

Zhao Yumeng then took a step back, and as soon as his heel landed, he rushed towards Kun again.

"Fighting skills: breaking the wind."

"Martial Arts: Seven Quatrains."

Two loud shouts suddenly sounded, but in a contact, the two sides actually fought each other with their lives.

Kun can see that all the people who came out of the Bajue Sect were madmen. Whether they were level 3 of the Saint Fight Warrior, level 7 of the Great Fight Warrior, or level 1 of the Saint Fight Warrior, they were all madmen, and they were all madmen.

Therefore, he used the fighting skills directly without any hesitation, but what he didn't expect was... Yang Xiao, who was also using the stick, almost used the stick skills at the same time as him. Although it was just a ground-level martial arts, its power was definitely higher than his fighting skills.

In the flying sand and stones, Zhao Yu's figure suddenly broke through and arrived without saying anything. The Qilong Sword stabbed Kun's left rib at the most tricky angle.

Turning around, with backhand, Kun shouted again.

"Fighting skills: Nine sticks split the sky."

This is a heaven-level fighting technique, a real heaven-level fighting technique, a heaven-level fighting technique issued by a third-level Saint Warrior. The movement is simply terrifying.

However, neither Zhao Yu nor Yang Xiao retreated, even without a single step.

"Martial Arts, Qijue Stick." Yang Xiao did not hesitate, and was still Qijue Stick. With the rumbling sound, Yang Xiao had been smashed away.

And just as he was smashed away, Zhao Yu had already rushed in.

clang!

There was no words, and the sound of the sword was shocking.

Martial arts, sword drawing.

Kun almost realized something was wrong at the first moment. His martial arts were hard to defend against, but the gap between the strength of the two sides was too big. In an instant, Kun had suddenly closed his stick.

Kneel... With a crisp metal impact, Zhao Yu was thrown away from a distance.

At the same time, Yang Xiao had already swung his long stick, swept across the thousands of troops, and smashed it towards Kun.

He did not give Kun any possibility to kill Zhao Yu.

With a loud bang, Kun actually reminded him that in the light of the calcium carbide, Kun's long club suddenly cut through the space and headed towards Zhao Yu.

At that moment, Zhao Yu had only time to cross the sword.

Bang!

With just a slight contact, Zhao Yu was directly hit by a stick, retreating again and again. With the rumbling sound, Zhao Yu's back had already hit the edge of the basin.

puff!

A mouthful of blood shot out, and when he looked at Kun again, Zhao Yu's face was full of solemnity, and murderous intent was leaking in his eyes.

A third-level Saint Conquer warrior who was severely injured was so difficult to deal with?

Zhao Yu originally thought that even if he could not beat the third level of the Saint Fight Warrior, he could escape.

But now it seems that this idea is a bit too whimsical. If he faces Kun in good condition, let alone joining forces with Yang Xiao, even if there is one more Yang Xiao, it will be useless.

The third level of the Saint Fighting Warrior is worthy of being a powerful man called a pseudo-sage.

Yang Xiao did not hesitate at all. He almost came from instinct, and smashed Kun with the power of thunder and the force of thousands of pounds.

Kun, who was flying with one stick, avoided Yang Xiao's thunderous stick with a snap, waved his hand and pushed it out again.

Yang Xiao's eyes were slightly aware, but he ignored the stick. He gritted his teeth and threw it down without hesitation.

By this time, Kun had already exerted the hostility in his bones, and a fierce aura flashed in his eyes. He did not turn back and took action without hesitation.

Bang!

Yang Xiao was almost directly driven out by this stick, and was even heavier than Zhao Yu's injury. He flew out of the basin directly. As for Kun, he was actually put into the ground.

Fight your life with your life, and exchange your life with your injury.

Madmen, they are all madmen.

By this time, Kun had actually retired. As a killer, he had seen too many people who were desperate. As a third-level Saint Warrior, he had challenged too many people.

But I have never encountered such a situation today. Everyone is desperate and just trying to leave wounds on him?

However, just as Kun raised his head, Zhao Yu's sword had already arrived in front of him.

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

At that moment, Kun's eyes instantly collapsed, and there was a dissatisfaction with blood in his pupils. He was long sticks towards the sky, almost piercing a hole in the sky.

With a loud bang, Zhao Yu rolled out again and roamed nearly ten feet on the ground. Kun, who was originally standing up and preparing to get out of the pit, was suppressed again.

"You are the first person to hurt me with the strength of the seventh level of the Great Fighting Warrior."

Kun's voice came out of the pit. The next moment, with a roar, Kun actually jumped up from the pit.

puff!

A mouthful of blood finally couldn't stop it and spurted out from Kun's mouth.

When facing Feng Seming, who is also a third-level Saint Warrior, Kun did not spray blood, but he was actually beaten by a first-level Saint Warrior and a big-level fighting warrior, and he vomited blood in his mouth?

If this was not seen with your own eyes, who would believe it?

"Injured? I want to kill you." Zhao Yu's eyes suddenly opened.

Sword control, move!

The Qilong Sword, which had been knocked to the edge of the basin, flashed in the air and penetrated through Kun's back.

Fast, too fast. Not to mention the Kun that has suffered heavy damage in succession, even Kun in good condition will suffer a great loss without observing it.

And Zhao Yu was waiting for the moment when Kun jumped out of the pit.
Chapter completed!