A flash of light flashed away, the speed was so fast that it was impossible to sense. The momentum caused by such speed should be very large, but the fact is the opposite, it flashed away quietly, until the flash of light passed by the chest that Kun reacted.

In the basin, Kun lowered his head with disbelief and looked at the wound on his chest that was slowly leaving blood. For a moment, he could not accept such a result.

"Sword... technique."

Without saying a word, a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of Kun's mouth, and his heart veins were broken.

No matter how powerful a person is, even if he is a wise man or even a powerful man, his heart is destined to be dead but not alive.

Bajue Sect, heavenly-level martial arts, sword-controlling skills.

This is a heaven-level martial art. How could a great warrior have so much internal energy to support heaven-level weapons?

Whether it is fighting skills or martial arts, they all need the support of internal energy. The internal energy required for the heavenly-level martial arts is too large, and even Saint Warriors cannot use heavenly-level weapons without restrictions.

In other words, if it were other great warriors here, they would probably have been exhausted from using the heavenly martial arts before they could use the heavenly level martial arts.

But now? Not only did Zhao Yu come out, but... it also... has no big impact at all.

Zhao Yu stood up, touched the blood at the corner of his mouth, and nodded.

Although Kun came to kill him, Kun's behavior made Zhao Yu unable to say anything.

It is too kind to be a killer who can give you a chance to show off openly.

If this third-level killer of Saint Warrior made up his mind to hide in the secret assassinate him, Zhao Yu really had no confidence to escape.

"Why are you okay?"

Even if he was about to die, Kun would not want to die inexplicably, and he knew that he was not unjust to die today.

First, I met a Saint Fighter Warrior of the same level who exchanged his life for injury, and then a Saint Fighter Warrior who pursued his life for death. Now I met a big fighter who did not follow the common sense. It is really not unfair to die.

Zhao Yu did not speak, but stretched out his hand and spread out his palms. On the palm were the golden blood stains.

This is Zhao Yu's answer.

"How could this happen? Why... why did this happen?" Kun widened his eyes, his face full of incredible golden blood? What is the situation?

However, he had no time to think about this. With the beeping, he turned his head and looked southwest, with a trace of nostalgia flashing in his eyes.

There was no chance to go back, no chance to eat the dishes she cooked, but... the favors have been paid off, and they probably couldn't find her place either.

She is safe.

But I am going to die.

Until his energy was completely cut off, Kun still maintained a posture of looking southwest, and his body stood firm because of his long stick.

Zhao Yu exhaled a sip of turbid air and quickly dispose of his blood.

Golden blood is his biggest secret. Even the seventh elders don’t know the secret that Zhao Yu has golden blood.

Although Zhao Yu still doesn't know what golden blood does until now, it can be seen from the fact that he has no load on earth-level martial arts or heaven-level martial arts, that he is different.

Zhao Yu's meridians and the internal energy in his body are no different from those in this world. The only difference is his golden blood.

"Young Master."

Yang Xiao jumped off the edge of the basin and ran to Zhao Yu, standing in front of Zhao Yu, looking at Kun who was dead with a look of alert.

Perceptually, Kun has lost the breath of life, but Yang Xiao dared not gamble, nor did he dare to gamble at all.

Kun had been severely injured by a powerful man of the third level of Saint Warrior before. However, even though he was severely injured, he still beat Zhao Yu and Yang Xiao without any strength to fight back.

If it weren't for Zhao Yu's final surprise attack on swordsmanship, it would be really unpredictable what the final result would be.

The third level of the Saint Warrior is so terrifying.

"I'm fine." Zhao Yu smiled and patted Yang Xiao's shoulder and said softly.

"Young Master, be careful." Yang Xiao was still a little worried. Who knew what kind of life-saint warriors had in the third level?

"It's okay, he is indeed dead." Zhao Yu smiled lightly, ignored the shocked look on Yang Xiao's face, and walked towards Qilong Sword falling beside him.

This was the first time he had consumed all the internal energy in his body. At this time, he felt a little difficult to walk, not to mention returning to the sheath of the sword.

"Yang Xiao, find a place and bury him." Zhao Yu walked out of the basin and walked towards the carriage. He was only feeling very tired now and wanted to close his eyes and rest.

So, Zhao Yu returned to the carriage without hesitation and began to close his eyes and regurgate his breath.

Jie Wu also entered the carriage with Zhao Yu. The little monk Yichan was still sleeping soundly, not knowing that Zhao Yu and Yang Xiao had already walked around the gate of hell.

The old monk Jiewu couldn't help but feel a little emotional when he looked at Zhao Yu's ancient Jing Wubo's expression.

If the Bajue Sect is really not clear, it has already made a stunning success. If such a freak is participating in the ten-year competition, what else can happen to others?

Facing the head-on battle, winning the first level of the Saint Warrior, and even the injured Saint Warrior dared to kill the third level of the injured. Why is this little guy's heart so big?

If it were an ordinary fighting warrior, when they met a Saint fighting warrior, which one was not like a mouse meeting a cat?

Even the young people who came out of the big family had to be obedient when they met the third level of Saint Warrior.

The name of the pseudo-sage is not for nothing.

But what about Zhao Yu? This guy not only did not have any awe, but even killed someone with his sword.

And along the way, as the old monk Jiewu saw, Zhao Yu had already killed four Saint Battle Warriors.

This simply broke his perception.

When did the warrior become so cruel?

On the top of Qingyan City, the ancestor of the Ling family and the lord Xiao Feng, both of whom had shocked expressions still did not retreat.

Really...win?

Kun was killed?

If it wasn't seen with your own eyes, if it hadn't happened before them, they wouldn't have believed it.

Feng Seming's sword only caused Kun to suffer a heavy blow. Even so, Kun can exert at least 50% of his strength.

That is 50% of the strength of the third level of the Saint Fighter Warrior. It is not the first level of the Saint Fighter Warrior, so it is impossible to compare.

But this is true for Rao, Kun is still killed by Zhao Yu and Yang Xiao.

And they could see clearly that if it weren't for Zhao Yu, even if there was another Saint Warrior level, it would be useless and would have to die in vain.

In the eyes of Xiao Feng and other third-level Saint Warriors, the Great Fighting Warriors are just a relatively strong ant, and they can't make any big waves.

But now, an ant in their eyes was right in front of them, killing a third-level Saint Warrior, and a third-level Saint Warrior killer.

Such things are too shocking.
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