The blonde man grinned and said, "Little devil, it's a bit interesting. He doesn't even care about his back in order to save that girl."

Zhao Yu stretched out one hand behind his back, pulled out the dagger without expression, and secretly flipped his wrist with the other hand, and the Mo Yu sword disappeared.

Zhao Yu gently waved his dagger: "I have a weapon this time."

Li Meiqi was already silly. She could see clearly behind Zhao Yu that Zhao Yu's hole was very terrifying. Her skin was turned outward, and blood flowed out along her back. The woman's underwear was dyed red, and her clothes and blood stains were tightly pressed against Zhao Yu's skin.

Li Meiqi was shocked: "Why...why..."

"I'm not leaving yet!" Zhao Yu shouted.

Li Meiqi was both shocked and frightened. At this moment, she felt that her limbs were a little out of control and was almost crying and climbing upstairs.

The blonde man snorted: "Pretty."

After saying that, he launched an attack on Zhao Yu again. Zhao Yu rushed out suddenly, avoiding the blonde man's attack, and kicked him in the abdomen. The blonde man raised his knee and blocked it with his calf.

The smoke ghost man rushed towards the stairs on the second floor again, but as soon as he rushed over, he noticed the danger and retreated suddenly. As soon as he retreated, a dagger flew in front of him and inserted it onto the wall.

Looking up, Zhao Yu stood at the stairs again and smiled proudly at them.

The blonde man gritted his teeth: "Damn, I don't know how proud you are, a fool. You are obviously unable to hold on anymore, and he still smiled foolishly with me!"

Zhao Yu is not very good at throwing ordinary flying knives, and cannot achieve speed and power like the Mo Yu Sword.

Moreover, even if he used the Mo Yu Sword, Zhao Yu no longer had the strength and confidence of that year. It was not under some specific advantageous conditions that it was impossible to achieve the same example as before.

Zhao Yu's wrist moved gently, Mo Yu's sword quietly held it in his hand, and looked at them calmly: "It turns out that it is because of the number of people that he is so confident. He really looked down on you just now."

The blonde man couldn't stand the provocation the most, and gritted his teeth in anger: "Damn it, this is the first time I have seen such a stinky soul-casting person!"

The smoke ghost man frowned with a stern face and frowned: "Okay, I'm really worried about handing him over to you in this situation. He has a lot of combat experience. I'm afraid he's not an ordinary soul-casting master. I'll deal with him with you and then deal with the women."

"Hey! Don't be troublesome!" the blonde yelled: "He is mine, this bastard must be handled by me! If you dare to interfere, I will knock it over with you!"

The smoke ghost man glanced at his companion and said in annoyance: "Damn it, it's so fucking unbearable, so I don't like to go on missions with you the most."

"I'll just complain to my superiors when I go back!" The blonde man pulled out a long knife from behind: "Now, hand me this bastard!" As he said that, he rushed towards Zhao Yu again.

Zhao Yu had no choice but to try his best to hold on, hoping that the police would arrive soon. He tried his best to deal with the two of them and tried every means to prevent the two of them from going to find Li Meiqi. In order to accomplish this goal, he suffered a lot of secret losses and was hit repeatedly, covered with scars, but he did not take a step back. After a few minutes, Zhao Yu was a little gasping, but he was still standing in the best position, blocking the smoke ghost man's way forward.

The smoke ghost man said angrily: "You hold him!"

Then while the blonde man rushed towards Zhao Yu, he suddenly rushed to the floor-to-ceiling window, rushed out of the window, easily turned over, flipped over to the mezzanine window, smashed the glass with one punch, and drilled into the second floor.

Zhao Yu was shocked, shook the blonde man away, and rushed up the stairs.

Li Meiqi searched in panic and found a desert eagle pistol for emergency response from the bedroom cabinet, and panic-filled bullets into it.

She knelt on the ground, tears kept flowing out of her eyes, her whole body was trembling, and her hands were not in control. After finally getting the bullet, she heard someone messing up the glass.

She retreated in panic and hid in the corner, holding the pistol in both hands, trembling with fright.

The smoke ghost man can discover where Li Meiqi is just relying on her spiritual sense, because she has a large movement and heavy breathing, so she is easily discovered.

The smoke ghost man knew that the guy below was actually very powerful. The blonde man fought with him for 55 minutes, and the winner could be decided in an instant. So he didn't dare to waste time, so he rushed over and kicked the door open, rushed towards Li Meiqi.

Li Meiqi shouted and fired another shot!

The smoke ghost man had no expression on his face, tilted his head and avoided it, rushed to Li Meiqi and pressed the barrel. No matter how Li Meiqi pulled the trigger, the gun did not respond anymore.

The smoke ghost man smiled at Li Meiqi: "Beauty, I'm sorry, it's time to go on the road."

The other hand pulled out a thorn from his waist. Just as he was about to pierce Li Meiqi, he heard the window shattering and a figure rushed in and kicked the man who was thinking of the smoke.

The smoke ghost man gritted his teeth and jumped backwards. He saw a man who surprised him - the flying hero!

The smoke ghost man frowned and looked at the guy wearing a black leather jacket and a black cloak: "Flying Hero!? Didn't he say that Flying Hero has died?!"

The fake guy stood in front of Li Meiqi majestic: "The flying hero will not die."

As soon as Li Meiqi saw the flying hero, her idol suddenly felt hope and courage, touching and admiration, intoxication and yearning... She almost started to cry, she was indeed crying, she shouted excitedly: "I knew...I knew you would come!"

The fake guy glanced at Li Meiqi: "It's you?!"

Li Meiqi struggled to stand up, covered her bath towel, and blushed: "Yes, how are you doing? Are you hurting better?"

At this moment, the double-open door in the bedroom was shattered with a slam. The two of them fell in together, rolled around and half to kneel on the ground, panting and glaring.

Zhao Yu and the blonde man were both injured, with blood on the corners of their mouths. They turned their heads together and were stunned.

The blonde man's eyes opened with big eyes: "Fly...Flying Heroes!?" Then an excited and fierce look appeared in his eyes: "I have been looking for you!"

The fake flying man glanced at him: "Do you want an autograph?"

"Hey." The blonde man grinned: "I have always wanted to see you Mo Yu Sword."

The fake flying man looked at him coldly: "Are you worthy? Only dead people can see my Mo Yu Sword."

The blonde man wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth: "I have lived enough. My biggest dream is to die under your Mo Yu Sword. That is the glory of a warrior who loves hidden weapons."

The smoke ghost man snorted, feeling so fed up with his mentally ill companion, and said coldly: "He is a fake."

"Hmm!" The blonde man didn't believe it.

The smoke ghost man turned around and looked at him: "Let me be clear. If it is a real flying hero, we are dead now!"

Zhao Yu lowered his head in disappointment and said depressedly: It's really... no one can stop it.
Chapter completed!