In the alley, five Saint Warriors looked at Zhao Yu and his group mockingly, but unexpectedly, they did not see any fear and trembling expressions on Zhao Yu and his group. On the contrary, Zhao Yu and his group were looking at them like fools.

Not only Zhao Yu is the case, but everyone is like this.

Liu Zeng and the other two saw with their own eyes that Zhao Yu still did not tremble and retreat when facing the ferocious beasts of the sky. Yang Xiao even saw Zhao Yu killing the Saint Fighting Warrior with one blow. They had absolute confidence in Zhao Yu's strength.

Not to mention the second level of Saint Fighter Warrior, even if the third level of Saint Fighter Warrior is here, they don’t think Zhao Yu will suffer a loss.

Whether it is confident or blind, at least they have factual basis.

"Boss, something seems wrong." A second-level Saint Warrior with a stingy look on his face, reminded the bald man in the lead with some concern.

"What's wrong? In the face of absolute strength, no pretentious behavior is of no use." The bald man shook his head gently. Although he also felt that the atmosphere seemed wrong, he still didn't believe that Zhao Yu and the other two could do anything surprising.

Zhao Yu was a little helpless. He really didn't want to cause any trouble, but it seemed that trouble had never let him go.

"Hey, since you are so confident, then when you see who wants to deal with me, at least let me die in peace?"

Zhao Yu actually had an answer in his heart. After entering the Alliance Town, the only person who had conflicts with him seemed to be the only one, Mr. Zhuge.

In addition, he only went to the Lin family once, and then he never contacted others.

But Zhao Yu was still not sure. After all, many things in this world seemed very inexplicable, and Zhao Yu could not be sure whether the people who came to cause trouble for him were sent by others.

"Boy, I said we were not here to kill you. If you cooperate well, you can suffer less. Otherwise, don't blame us." The bald man touched the bald man and said in a sequel: "As for you want to talk in our mouths, let's die."

The task they received was not to kill Zhao Yu, but to destroy Zhao Yu, so that Zhao Yu could not exert the strength of a Saint Fighting Warrior after entering Yanliangshan. In this case, if Master Zhuge or his own prince met Zhao Yu in Yanliangshan, it would be much easier to deal with.

"This way, there is nothing to talk about." Zhao Yu suddenly raised a bright smile: "Since that's the case, then...you can die."

Almost as soon as Zhao Yu's voice fell, Yang Xiao was already the first to attack.

Liu Zeng and the other two were not slow either, and they almost found their opponents at the first time.

When the bald man saw this scene, he couldn't help laughing. What damage can a first-level Saint Warrior level cause to a second-level Saint Warrior level? These guys were so stupid that they didn't think about escaping, but instead wanted to kill them? Where did the local buns come from? So unsightly?

When he was just moving, a flash of eyes appeared before him, and Zhao Yu actually appeared in front of him, blocking his way.

"Your opponent is me."

"Adversary? A first-level Saint Warrior actually wants to be my opponent? Do you think I am the waste accumulated with pills?" The bald man was angry and laughed. Why are there so many unknown things in this world?

"Is that true?" Zhao Yu smiled slightly, and the Qilong sword suddenly unsheathed.

The sword roared in shock. At that moment, the bald man's pupils suddenly contracted and suddenly retreated.

In front of him, a sword energy suddenly cut off the position he was standing before.

"Looking for death." The bald man's face suddenly changed. The momentum of the second-level Saint Warrior exploded in full swing, and the suppression of the level of level burst out instantly.

However, what shocked him was that under this momentum, Zhao Yu had no effect at all.

At the same time, the voice of the Saint Warrior with a stingy eyebrows and a mouse-eyed look came.

"Boss, they are not afraid of momentum suppression."

The second-level Saint Warrior with a stingy eye is Yang Xiao.

It’s not that Yang Xiao is not afraid of the pressure of the level momentum, but... his pressure is not strong enough. Although it has a certain impact, don’t forget that Yang Xiao also uses martial arts, not fighting skills, so it doesn’t seem to have much impact at all, which has long since made him illusion.

A hint of surprise flashed in the bald man's eyes, because in front of him, Zhao Yu was really not oppressed by momentum.

"Fight quickly and decide quickly, don't kill things directly." The bald man shouted suddenly.

While speaking, the bald man had already swung his sword. With a clanging sound, sparks flew everywhere, and Zhao Yu's body was suddenly forced to retreat.

"I thought that the martial artists in this world would only use fighting skills to consume a lot of internal energy to fight the enemy." A smile appeared on Zhao Yu's face.

Along the way, the enemies he faced were always using fighting skills, giving him the illusion that all the fighting fighters in this world seemed to like the illusion of using big moves as soon as they came up.

Little do you know that this is a wrong misunderstanding.

No one uses fighting skills as soon as he comes up. He will use fighting skills directly unless he wants to fight quickly or encounters strength to crush the opponent. He does not need to consider the consumption of internal energy.

If the strengths of both sides are not much different, naturally no one will be so stupid to consume their fighting skills. In that case, it is equivalent to giving the other party a target.

With a loud voice, the bald man's figure suddenly disappeared from the spot, and the position he was standing at suddenly collapsed. The next second his figure actually appeared in front of Zhao Yu. Zhao Yu grinned and suddenly met.

The Qilong Sword is unsheathed this time, no longer a martial art that determines victory or defeat or life and death, but is just a weapon.

When it was cold, someone gave him a quilt. Zhao Yu wanted to prove his strength. When he was in Musen City, the Saint Warriors he faced were all improved with pills, so he had no value to verify his strength.

And the appearance of the bald man now makes up for the regret in Zhao Yu's heart.

For a moment, sword lights and sword shadows instantly enveloped the entire alley.

On the other hand, Liu Zeng and the other two fought evenly, but from the point of momentum, Liu Zeng and the other two tended to gradually gain the upper hand.

The five bald men suddenly realized that they were not facing a flock of sheep but a flock of wolves. It was too late to retreat.

Zhao Yu could not let such a good team-up target go, while Yang Xiao and the other two could not let others influence Zhao Yu.
Chapter completed!