Zhao Jiuge cursed despicably in his heart when he saw what the boy in the silver robe did. He didn't expect that he looked so human-like but could be so despicable and vicious at such a young age.
Seeing Xiao Yu walking towards him and his sister, the young man in brocade robe quickly stepped forward to protect his sister behind him, and raised the long sword in his hand and held it in front of him. Although he was facing Xiao Yu, who was a level above him in the blood-moving realm, there was no trace of panic or fear in his eyes, and he still had a stubborn little face like a little lion. When it came to the young man behind him, his delicate face was full of panic, and his two black eyes showed an anxious look.
The old Mo family man who was entangled in a fierce fight with Xiao Zhan was still distractedly paying attention to the situation here. Xiao Zhan seized the opportunity of losing his mind and was slashed on the shoulder by a bloody sword. Looking at the dangerous situation, the old man of the Mo family no longer cared about conserving his spiritual power. Regardless of the depletion of his spiritual power, he worked desperately with his sword skills. From time to time, the sword light shot out wildly, and his old bones told him that It doesn't matter here. If the young master and the young lady are a little injured, how will they explain to the patriarch of the family
The coercive feeling of spiritual power spread in the mountains and forests, the woods made a swishing sound, fallen leaves and branches were flying all over the sky, and the stones on the ground were all marked by the sharp sword light, but Xiao Zhan clung to the old man of the Mo family. , watching the handsome young man in silver robe walking forward again, Zhao Jiuge couldn't help but feel anxious. His childhood life has cultivated Zhao Jiuge's kind-hearted character. He hesitated, gritted his teeth, and Zhao Jiuge also rushed forward while running his own spiritual power. Got out.
"Stop!" Zhao Jiuge paced and rushed towards the fierce fighting site. Xiao Yu was stunned when he heard the sudden voice. His eyebrows were slightly raised, and he was looking at the owner of the voice. He was a thin young man wearing black cloth. The black cloth was a little shabby, and he was holding an ordinary knife in his hand. Hunting knife, a look of anger on the delicate face, full of indignation.
"Get out!" Looking at Zhao Jiuge's dress, Xiao Yu didn't bother to show his mocking expression, and said disdainful words. He didn't know where this young man from the mountains came from, but the fluctuation of spiritual power in Zhao Jiuge's body slightly surprised Xiao Yu. Yes, of course he was just surprised. With the Xiao family's status in Dongyang City, they did not take Zhao Jiuge seriously. Then his spiritual power turned, and the long sword in his hand lit up with a light blue light, and he moved slightly horizontally. He was about to kill the two young masters and ladies of the Mo family.
Looking at Xiao Yu who was stunned by his appearance, but continued to kill him arrogantly and domineeringly, Zhao Jiuge lamented that this young man was cruel and ruthless, and at the same time, he was filled with anger. Injecting his own spiritual power into the hunting knife, he arrived in front of the young master and young lady of the Mo family in a few flashes, and struck at Xiao Yu's light blue sword that swept across them.
Xiao Yu didn't expect that this kid would actually step forward and take action. Although he felt the spiritual power fluctuations in Zhao Jiuge's body, he continued to join the surge of spiritual power and swept past with the magic weapon in his hand.
"Crack," there was a crisp sound, and Zhao Jiu's hunting knife split into two halves. He staggered back a few steps, pursed his lips, his face darkened, and a look of sullenness appeared in his eyes. Relying on the strong spiritual power in the late stage of the Blood Moving Realm, he was unable to overwhelm Xiao Yu, and the ordinary hunting knife that had always been with him was broken.
Xiao Yu only took a step back, "Haha, you still want to draw a sword to help when there is an injustice, huh." Xiao Yu looked at Zhao Jiuge's embarrassed appearance and couldn't help laughing wildly, with sarcasm and disdain in his eyes.
The young master of the Mo family, who was wearing a brocade robe, looked at Xiao Yu's arrogant appearance, his chest moved even more, and he kept looking at the simple and thin young man who suddenly appeared in front of him, his dark eyes full of curiosity. Then the white left hand holding the long sword was handed to Zhao Jiuge.
Looking at the long sword stretched out in front of him, it flashed with a trace of spiritual light. There was a crystal clear spiritual stone on the hilt. The fluctuation of spiritual power spread from here to the entire sword body. It was cold in his hand. Zhao Jiuge carefully took it into his hand. Looking at the entire long sword, it turned out that it was the lowest-ranked magic weapon among the magic weapons, and his eyes revealed a look of love.
With the long sword in his hand, he turned to look at Xiao Yu, who was still arrogant. The right corner of Zhao Jiuge's mouth curled up in a big arc. Although he could not externalize his spiritual power like the monks in the Spiritual Transformation Realm, he could rely on his ability to move blood. The strong spiritual power and physical speed of the late stage can also bully this seemingly good-looking but ruthless young man.
Xiao Yu looked at Zhao Jiuge, whose aura suddenly changed after taking possession of the magical weapon. The sarcasm and disdain in his eyes slowly faded away, his thick eyebrows were deeply furrowed, and his face was solemn.
Feeling the strong spiritual power in his body and the fluctuations from the long sword in his hand, Zhao Jiuge moved. Milky white light appeared on the sword, and he accelerated forward. There was no move, just an ordinary thrust without any fancy. Xiao Yu's eyes suddenly opened slowly, feeling that the spiritual power fluctuations in Zhao Jiuge's body were stronger than his own. At first, he didn't take it seriously.
Seeing Zhao Jiuge's sword thrust, Xiao Yu raised the sword horizontally and at the same time used all his spiritual power to strike Zhao Jiuge three times with his sword. "Bang, bang, bang" were heard as three consecutive collisions, and Xiao Yu stepped back continuously. After taking three steps, sweat appeared on that handsome face, and his whole right hand was numb.
Taking advantage of his illness to kill him, although Zhao Jiuge had no experience in fierce fighting, his hunting experience also made him understand this truth. Without giving Xiao Yu a chance to breathe, he continued to strike at Xiao Yu with his sword, relying on his speed to continuously attack him. After several sword blows, Xiao Yu raised the sword and was struck by Zhao Jiu's long sword.
"Pfft, pfft" Two swords were struck in succession. One sword cut through Xiao Yu's silver robe, and a trace of blood slowly seeped out on his chest, but the wound was not deep. The other sword directly split a bone-deep sword on the shoulder. hurt. Xiao Yu's handsome face was full of pain, a trace of blood slowly flowed from the corner of her mouth, and her whole body was trembling slightly.
Seeing Xiao Yu's miserable look, Zhao Jiuge hesitated for a moment, and was torn in his heart whether to continue killing. Although Xiao Yu was ruthless, he couldn't do it. Zhao Jiuge could do it when hunting and killing animals, but humans are no better than animals. Zhao Jiuge still couldn't get over this hurdle in his heart. The angry murder of Wang Dazhuang that night was just hatred suppressing the young man. Although the young man was kind-hearted, it did not mean that he could be bullied.
While Zhao Jiuge was hesitating and dazed, five young men dressed as generals rushed over immediately. Zhao Jiuge's eyes were filled with anger, and with a heartbeat, he stepped forward and grabbed the hilt of the light blue long sword in Xiao Yu's hand with his left hand. , his right foot suddenly moved towards Xiao Yu's belly, "Pfft" Xiao Yu flew backwards for several meters, and his injured body was even more shaky, but fortunately the two generals who came over supported him.
The remaining three generals rushed over, "Hoo, ho, ho!" The long sword in Zhao Jiuge's right hand slashed towards the generals. The sword blade made a harsh friction sound in the air. After all, the three generals were in the psychic realm. , the spiritual power all over his body is weak, how can it compare with the strong spiritual power in the late stage of moving to the blood realm. In one round, the three generals all had wounds more than a foot long, and their armor was dyed red with blood.
Although Zhao Jiuge hated these people who bullied the weak, he dealt harsh blows but did not kill them. He couldn't bear it in his heart. The battle between Xiao Zhan and the old man from the Mo family was fierce and fierce, but both of them were distracted by the situation here. Seeing that Xiao Yu was seriously injured, Xiao Zhan no longer had the intention to continue fighting. After being left with several wounds on his body by the old man of the Mo family, Shi returned to Xiao Yu's side and looked at Xiao Yu's injuries.
Considering that the two young masters and young ladies of his family were still there, the old man of the Mo family did not continue, fearing that Xiao Zhan would break the pot. Xiao Zhan saw that although Xiao Yu's injuries were serious, but his life was not in great danger, he subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief, and his heart dropped. Then he became angry, turned to look at Zhao Jiuge and said fiercely, "Boy, you are fine, you are still fine." There is the Mo family, you wait, this matter is not over yet." After saying that, he held Xiao Yu and led several generals towards the outside of the mountain.
Listening to Xiao Zhan's threatening words, although Zhao Jiuge was annoyed that he had caused trouble, he was not very afraid. He took Xiao Zhan seriously. Although the opponent was in the early stage of the spirit transformation state, Zhao Jiuge was not afraid with the Sanskrit Holy Body. The old man of the Mo family breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Xiao Zhan leaving. Just now he was frightened into a cold sweat when he saw Xiao Yu walking towards his young master and miss. He was afraid that something might happen to the young master and miss. As for Xiao Zhan's danger, the old man of the Mo family didn't even worry about it. Above, although the eldest young master of the Xiao family has joined the Liuyun Sect, the Mo family also has the background of the Mo family.
The young man in brocade robes who returned the long sword in his right hand carefully observed the light blue long sword that he had taken from Xiao Yu with his left hand. He found that the spiritual power of the spiritual stone on the hilt was even stronger, and the blade was even more powerful under the sunlight. It looked sharp, and I felt extremely happy for a moment.
The girl wearing a light yellow gauze dress looked at the brave appearance of the young man who suddenly appeared. She changed her panic and fear look just now. Her two dark eyes were full of admiration. She stepped forward and hugged Zhao Jiuge's right hand with both hands. , and praised, "Young hero, you are so powerful, better than my brother." Zhao Jiuge suddenly became embarrassed, feeling the soft flesh next to his right hand, and became shy again.
I had to look at my nose, my nose and my mouth, and my mouth and my heart. I secretly glanced at the soft flesh next to my right hand. The slight bulge on the girl's chest was a little deformed because it was next to her arm. Zhao Jiuge couldn't help but said in his heart, Xiao He just showed his sharp horns!