The two of them kicked each other, and the little ghost slid out a few meters before standing steadily, while Zhao Yu slid out more than ten meters before barely standing.

The little ghost raised his chin proudly: "Zhao Yu, why has he slowed down? This is not like you did at the beginning."

Zhao Yu gasped and bit his lip: "Baby, who taught you such good kung fu, I'm so annoying."

"Hahaha!" Hearing Zhao Yu's angry curse, the little ghost felt that he had angered: "Look, you dare to underestimate me! You also pretend to be an adult. However, I tricked me so much that I really thought you were an embroidered pillow. This time, I have to rely on my strength to really beat you once."

Zhao Yu shook his head: "Damn, whose unlucky child is so unfair, I'll beat you for your mother."

The little ghost's face darkened: "Speak again, I'm already an adult!"

The two fought again.

When Xiao Gui and Zhao Yu fought again, they had already clearly felt the deterioration of Zhao Yu's speed, and the circle of using many tactics has also become smaller, and they have completely lost the spirit and momentum of just taking action.

But to be fair, if the little ghost wants to easily suppress Zhao Yu with his level and win easily like in previous battles, he has no chance of winning easily. Facing Zhao Yu, who is two levels lower than him, he can only choose to slowly fight a protracted battle with the other party.

In the past, this would be an insult to Xiao Gui. But today, Xiao Gui accepted this fact calmly. In his heart, Zhao Yu was already an extremely powerful opponent. Zhao Yu was fully qualified to fight with him on the same level and gain respect.

Zhao Yu got three moves in a row. After being beaten back by the little ghost, the little ghost did not quickly follow up and continued to chase and attack. Instead, he stood opposite him with a serious face and looked at Zhao Yu.

Zhao Yu gasped and wiped the sweat beads on his forehead: "Little kid, who taught you kung fu?"

The little ghost did not answer, but said solemnly: "Tell me, why do you still have to fight?"

"ah?"

The little devil is much more serious than before, with a very serious expression: "I ask you, why do you still have to fight? You clearly know that you can't win."

Zhao Yu said depressedly: "Aren't you asking me nonsense? Why do you think? If you don't drug my friend, will I fight like this? If you give me the antidote, I won't beat it."

The little ghost said: "No."

"What?"

"You know that you can't win, she will die, and this kind of persistence has no meaning." The little ghost said: "Your early speed really surprised me, but no one can keep fighting at that speed. You have wasted too much effort. If you drag this way, your speed will get slower and slower, and I will eventually kill you."

Zhao Yu said depressedly: "You have a brain disease, right?"

The little ghost slowly pulled out a short knife from his waist: "You are the one who is sick in his brain. Just a woman. Ancient martial artists want women, and there are all over the world. Why should you save your life for a woman?"

"Hmph." Zhao Yu glanced at the little ghost with contempt: "It seems that your father only taught you kung fu, but not your reason. That girl is my friend, not a 'just woman'. When a friend is in trouble, he should be bothered. He has to fight if he can win, and he has to fight if he can't win. The key is not victory or defeat, but the choice between survival and loyalty."

"Living and loyalty?" The little devil snorted coldly: "Who will believe this kind of nonsense these days?"

Zhao Yu also pulled out a dagger from his calf, his eyes firmly: "I believe."

When the little ghost saw Zhao Yu rushing over, his body was still motionless. His petite body stood on a wasteland, like a sculpture. It was not until Zhao Yu rushed closer that he clanged and used a short knife to hold Zhao Yu's dagger.

His eyebrows were frowning and his eyes were solemn; Zhao Yu frowned and glared, using his strength to suck. The sword light collided, and a spark flashed.

Zhao Yu and Xiao Gui were still defeated step by step when they fought with sword techniques. Zhao Yu had several more sword injuries on his body, and Xiao Gui seemed to be more relaxed.

The little devil looked at Zhao Yu who was injured on many swords on his body and said, "Hey, Zhao Yu, stop hitting him."

Zhao Yu was stunned and opened his eyes wide: "Did you promise to give me the antidote?"

"No." said the little ghost: "Okay, I will have an antidote if you win. But I think the winner is decided and you have lost. I have no idea of ​​taking your life. Whether you die or not has nothing to do with me, so it is over."

Zhao Yu's brows locked: "Sorry, you have provoked this battle. There is only one premise to end it, that is, you can take out the antidote."

The little ghost said helplessly: "If I tell you, if you continue to fight, you will die?"

Zhao Yu smiled and said, "There is that possibility, but there is another possibility. If you lose to me, take out the antidote."

"Just for a woman?"

"She is not a 'a woman'." Zhao Yu said: "She is my belief!"

The car's horn rang, Zhao Yu turned his head, and Liang Yiling stuck her head out of the car window with difficulty: "Zhao Yu, stop hitting, you can't beat him."

Zhao Yu said, "Oh, why are you coming out? Don't be frozen. Go back. I will solve him. I will take you back after getting the antidote. Please wait quietly for a while."

Liang Yiling's eyes were filled with tears: "No, I don't want you to be hurt anymore. You have tried your best. It's not your fault."

Zhao Yu said depressedly: "Just go back and wait, I can deal with him soon."

The little ghost looked ugly: "At this time, you are still bragging! Zhao Yu, if you don't let you lose today, I will be defeated."

Zhao Yu once again competed with Xiao Gui's sword skills, but Liang Yiling had already made a crazy and bold decision at this time.

She moved to her driving position, turned on the car on fire, and suddenly turned on the headlights.

Zhao Yu and Xiao Gui stopped moving at the same time and looked here.

Liang Yiling looked at Zhao Yu and cried with a smile: "Zhao Yu, all this is because of me. You admit defeat. You must live well. There can be no Liang Yiling in this world, but you cannot be without you. You are the hero of this world."

The little ghost said dissatisfiedly: "Hey, what crazy things are this woman talking about?"

Zhao Yu already knew what Liang Yiling was thinking, and he shouted loudly: "Yiling, no, I can win, I can win, give me a chance, give me a chance!"

The car had already started sprinting towards the cliff, and Liang Yiling finally shouted: "Zhao Yu! I like you!"

Zhao Yu tried his best to rush towards the car, but Liang Yiling seemed to be desperate. She stepped on the accelerator heavily, and the car accelerated toward the cliff.

Seeing that Zhao Yu could not catch up, he shot out four Mo Yu swords. The four Mo Yu swords shot into the four tires of the car. The whole car instantly sank, because the tires were all blown up, so he could only move forward at a speed.

Zhao Yu rushed over quickly and stopped this crazy woman.

The little ghost stood there in shock: "Mo Yu Jian...he... he is a flying hero?"
Chapter completed!