Fengli Dao, who had narrowly escaped death, no longer dared to stay for a moment, turned around and swept straight towards the direction of Chengtian Gate.

And Zhao Yu, who put away his sword and stood up, was not in a hurry to chase Fengli Dao.

He knew very well that no one he wanted to kill today could be spared!

"God has the virtue of reviving life, so why do you continue to commit murder in vain?"

At this moment, a figure floated across the city and appeared not far from Zhao Yu.

"nameless?"

Zhao Yu narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at the person who appeared in front of him, and unconsciously revealed the origin of that person.

The man in front of me who shattered Zhao Yu's sword with one sword was Wuming who easily defeated Jue Wushen and thousands of ancient Khara outside the Fengtian Palace a month ago!

But……

so what?!

Zhao Yu turned the snow drink in his hand slightly, and a flash of coldness flashed on the blade.

"If you don't want your Zhonghua Pavilion to die, get out of the way immediately!"

Zhao Yu, who was holding a knife, narrowed his eyes slightly, stared at this so-called martial arts myth, and said coldly.

"As you come here, there will be many more innocent dead souls in the capital. If you just let go of the hatred in your heart and retreat..."

Wuming clasped his hands behind his back, looked at Zhao Yu with a calm expression, and began to preach.

"innocent?"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Yu didn't wait for Wuming to finish speaking, then laughed wildly and pointed his left hand in the direction of the outer city behind him.

"Great good man, there are hundreds of widows in our supervisory department. They are all women, children, old and young. When they were innocently killed, why didn't I see you standing up and saying such nonsense!!"

Zhao Yuyue said louder and louder, and when he finished the last sentence, some of the soldiers behind Wuming and in front suddenly started bleeding from their eyes and noses!

"It's hard to disobey the emperor's orders, and besides, they are just following orders..."

Looking at the indifferent expression of Wu Ming, Zhao Yu finally understood at this time.

What kind of martial arts myth?

In the final analysis, he is just a scumbag who bullies others and likes to kidnap others from the moral high ground!

Hundreds of old, weak, women and children died tragically, and he did not dare to say a word.

Because that was the imperial edict issued by Zhu Wuwu. Although his martial arts had reached the level of a saint, he still did not dare to contaminate the royal family's cause and effect.

But at this moment, seeing a powerless Zhao Yu going on a killing spree in the capital, he jumped out to create a character!

Is it hard to disobey the emperor’s order?

Zhao Yu stopped talking, Xue Yin's blade turned slightly, and a sharp blade light went towards Wuming.

"Stubborn!"

Seeing the sword energy coming, Wuming raised his eyebrows slightly, pointed his right hands together to form a sword, and countless sword lights suddenly appeared.

"Kill, leave no one behind!"

After the sword energy was shattered by the sword light, Zhao Yu roared angrily while charging forward with the sword.

Jiang Yuyan followed closely behind, and the blazing Fire Lin Sword turned into a beam of rainbow light and pierced into the nearly a thousand soldiers and inner court masters behind Wuming.

In Lingyun Cave, Jiang Yuyan, who ate the Blood Bodhi as a meal, had not returned to her peak state of vitality, but among the servants and inner court masters, no one could stop her who was equipped with the Fire Lin Sword.

"Roar!"

Erha roared angrily, and his whole body instantly felt like copper poured into gold, following Jiang Yuyan straight into the formation.

Shen Lian and Lu Jianxing, one on the left and the other on the right, wandered around the perimeter of the officials and the inner court masters. Any fish that slipped through the net would be killed instantly by the two of them.

Zhao Yu, on the other hand, jumped up high, held a knife in both hands, and struck Huashan with one blow straight towards Wuming's head.

"Bewitched by one thought..."

Looking at the snow falling above his head, Wuming sighed slightly, and then the indifference in his eyes disappeared.

Wuming, who took half a step back, pointed his hands together to form swords. Between the interlacing, countless real sword lights suddenly appeared.

boom!

The sword energy and sword light intersected, and a terrifying ripple of energy erupted.

Even though he was as strong as Wuming, he had to take two steps back under this terrifying strength.

Wuming retreated, but Zhao Yu remained motionless under such strength. He lifted the snow drink in his hand, and the sharp sword energy followed him like a shadow, heading straight towards Wuming.

Hiss...

At this time, there were many advanced masters in some teahouses or city pavilions in the outer city, and they all took a breath of cold air.

"It seems that the rumors in the world are not groundless..."

On the eaves of one of the tea houses, a man looked at the battlefield and narrowed his eyes slightly.

More than a month ago, there were rumors in the world that the former Jinyi Guard Beisi Town Governor kicked down hundreds of banished immortals on Wudang Mountain.

When they first heard this rumor, many masters of Tongxuan simply regarded it as a rumor in the world.

But now it seems that this is not the rumor.

Another time, in a slightly secluded city pavilion, a man with a majestic face and exuding unrivaled domineering expression also frowned.

"It's him?!"

But from his empty side, a rather surprised voice came.

"Do you recognize him?"

The man who seemed to be born with domineering attitude asked curiously to the empty side.

"More than just acquaintance, I almost died in his hands more than a month ago!"

The person who spoke had a hint of heart palpitations in his voice.

"In your opinion, how many moves can he withstand from Wuming?"

The domineering man was stunned for a moment, then asked casually.

"How many moves?"

The man hiding in the dark chuckled, and then said: "Let's watch. It's hard to say whether Wuming can leave the capital alive!"

"In other words, are the rumors in the world about the death of the immortal on Wudang Mountain true?"

When the domineering man heard this, a look of surprise appeared on his face.

"You can't believe it completely, but you can't disbelieve it either..."

…

The masters watching the battle were all speculating, while Zhao Yu, who was carrying a sword, pressed forward step by step, with a desperate posture.

"Since the death of my wife, I have never wanted to be involved in the crime of killing again, but today...it seems that I am going to break my promise!"

After these few fights, Wuming also noticed it.

The man in front of me was extremely powerful, but his swordsmanship was mediocre, and he was not as good as a third-rate swordsman.

And that terrifying sword energy is all driven by its own strong internal energy.

It's just that when manpower is limited, Zhao Yu can't persist for long.

After resolving several of Zhao Yu's suffocating sword skills, Wuming sighed again, and then slowly raised his right hand.

A cold light shot out from a distance and fell into Wuming's hands.

Hero sword!

Taking possession of the sword, Wumingyuan's surging sword energy was instantly absorbed into his body like a whale sucking water.

The long sword circulated in his hand, and the light of the sword was like an antelope hanging by its horns, and it swung away the snow drink in Zhao Yu's hand without leaving a trace.

The sword light emerging from the hero's sword pierced Zhao Yu's eyebrows.

At the same time, Zhao Yu felt an inexplicable sadness in his heart.

With a long sword strike, a trace of inexplicable compassion flashed across Zhao Yu's originally ferocious eyes.

When masters compete with each other, even the slightest difference is fatal. Besides, what Zhao Yu is facing now is not an ordinary high-level master.

Jiang Yuyan, who was charging through the crowd, felt her heart skip a beat at this moment. She passed the sword in front of her and turned around to look.

"Master!"

A flash of sword light was already between Zhao Yu's eyebrows, and was about to penetrate Zhao Yu's head.

when!

Without the slightest accident, Wuming held the heroic sword, and the cold light of the long sword pierced Zhao Yu's eyebrows.

However, when the indestructible sword light hit Zhao Yu's eyebrows, it instantly shattered.

Boom!!

At the same time, a strong and deep bell sounded in Zhao Yu's mind.
Chapter completed!