The Most Powerful Young Man

Xiao Yao stopped.

Just looking into the distance, watching the group of white horses, getting closer and closer.

Puffs of dust were rolled up.

As Bai Ma Yicong approached, Xiao Yao remained calm.

After those people arrived, Xiao Yao looked at the headed person and asked: "The previous news is false news? Did you give it to me?"

The leading man looked very burly, with a brutal face, and nodded. The expression in his eyes when he looked at Xiao Yao was not so sharp, on the contrary, he appeared to be a little gentle.

"That's good." Xiao Yao let out a long sigh of relief.

The man was taken aback for a moment, and asked, "Aren't you angry?"

Xiao Yao was quite curious, and asked, "Why are you angry?"

The man looked at Xiao Yao, and suddenly he didn’t know what to say. He originally thought that if he were to be someone else, because his kindness was taken advantage of by others and fell into the pit, he would definitely be angry, but Xiao Yao didn’t. Yes, because in Xiao Yao's heart, maybe they didn't take them seriously at all.

If this is the case, how can you be angry?

Thinking of this, the man couldn't help feeling a little helpless.

Xiao Yao saw the other party’s frustration and said with a smile: “Actually, there is no anger, not because you didn’t take you seriously, but because you think that if you want to kill me, you will definitely look for opportunities, and now I know the previous news is Fake, I can also breathe a sigh of relief. It seems that the people there are not in danger yet, and there is no such band of bandits. Isn't this a good thing?"

Xiao Yao looked at each other and suddenly said, "Since you are here, you have to let me know who you are?"

"Tsing Yimen, Hong Yu," the man said.

Xiao Yao was taken aback for a moment, then he nodded, and said, "So you are Hong Yu! Is Wenbin here?" Before these two names, I didn't know how many times they had heard Wang Wenge and Zhao Tieniu. That's the real thing.

Moreover, it seems that the other party's interception and killing of oneself is also a matter of reason.

"Originally, I wanted to shout and kill, but I always felt that it was not so necessary. If it was someone else, it would be okay. But in front of you, shouting and killing is just a joke." Hong Yu said here again. I couldn't help but laughed, and said, "I can't yell with my throat, Qingyimen Hong Yu will come to die, right?"

"..." Xiao Yao didn't smile, but the smile on his face gradually faded, replaced by indifference, "Since I know this is the case, why do you still come?" These people stood in front of him, what are they all about. He can also perceive clearly the cultivation base. In his opinion, these people wanting to intercept and kill themselves is simply a joke, a fantasy. If they can really die in the hands of these people, I am afraid, The dead deserved it.

It is precisely because of this, coupled with Hong Yu's remark just now, that it made him even more confused.

If this is the case, why do you have to come to die?

Hong Yu smiled and said, "Knowing that it's impossible, but people! There is always a bad habit, that is, they like to have a fluke mentality. They always subconsciously think about a problem. What if it really succeeds? When you are helpless, even if you know it is impossible, you have to take risks. This is the commonality-didn't you before?"

Speaking of this, Hong Yu paused a little.

After a long silence, he continued: "I thought, someone must come. If this is the case, let me come."

Xiao Yao laughed and said, "You are not afraid of death!"

"It's not that I'm not afraid of death." At this point, Hong Yu suddenly lowered his head and muttered to himself, with little voice, "But I'm even more afraid. It's not me who died..."

After the words, it was shocked.

The sword rises majesticly, like a Weishan mountain, and collapses in a moment.

Hit Xiao Yao.

The remaining white horse Yicong, with a flying speed, surrounded Xiao Yao from the left and right sides, and when Xiao Yao dealt with the majestic sword spirit, they had formed an encirclement with a tacit understanding, turning Xiao Yao into Sleepy beast.

"If you want to kill me, I really have to practice." Xiao Yao said, his body was suspended, and then he brought the golden light down, his body's spiritual energy rippling around, with a force of destroying the city and shaking the mountains, and the white horses Yi flew out from all splashes.

When Xiao Yao fell on the ground again, Hong Yu was the only one standing in front of him.

After a while, the white horses climbed up from the ground one by one, holding hidden weapons in each hand, and threw them towards Xiao Yao.

"It's interesting." Xiao Yao immediately realized that the hidden weapons thrown by those people were not mortal things.

Every hidden weapon actually has aura overflowing.

Think about it carefully, this is really an amazing thing. After all, there are not so many spiritual weapons in the world. These people have only one hand. Although the spiritual energy above is a little weak, there are still some!

"Qingyimen!?" Soon, Xiao Yao wanted to understand the identities of these people.

Only people from Tsing Yimen can receive such treatment, right?

Otherwise, why can this one hundred people use spiritual weapons to make hidden weapons?

Xiao Yao suddenly put his hands together, and when he opened it again, the spirit weapon condensed into silk, countless silks, mixed together densely, gathered into a cloth, his arm flicked, and there was a mysterious attraction. In the blink of an eye, he sucked all those spirit instruments and combined them to form a huge irregular metal ball.

When Xiao Yao threw the irregular metal ball high into the sky, in the blink of an eye, the metal ball suddenly exploded, and the hidden weapons flew towards the white horses.

Like a goddess scattered flowers.

In the blink of an eye, more than half of those white horses were killed and injured.

In the face of Xiao Yao's strong offensive, they were indeed somewhat difficult to guard against.

The battle continues.

Hong Yu put aside everything and rushed towards Xiao Yao.

The big knife in his hand looks at least three hundred catties.

But this did not affect the speed at which he rushed towards Xiao Yao.

On the soft ground, a ravine with deep palms was left.

When he was in front of Xiao Yao, he jumped forward, measuring three feet by sight. When he fell, the machete was bright in his hand, exuding a cold killing intent. That killing intent was like strands of filaments, trying to completely restrain Xiao Yao.

"Broken!" With an angry shout, cutting through the sky, Xiao Yao held the shining golden sword in his hand and bounced off the heavy sword in Hong Yu's hand.

Then he bounced up, kicked Hong Yu's chest, and then landed steadily, floating like a feather.

Hong Yu jumped up again the next second after falling to the ground.

Go to Xiao Yao again.

His speed didn't seem to be affected in any way, and he was as fast as before.

In the blink of an eye, I arrived in front of Xiao Yao again, still raising the knife in his hand as high as before, exactly the same.

Xiao Yao frowned and threw a punch again, knocking the opponent out.

With this punch, Xiao Yao knocked out Hong Yu's body by dozens of feet.

After a while, Hong Yu returned to Xiao Yao again. What was different from before was that this time blood had leaked from the corners of his mouth, and he had obviously suffered some internal injuries, but because of his cultivation, he suffered. This punch didn't die, but the speed was a little slower, it looked like he was staggering, and when he ran towards Xiao Yao several times, he almost fell.

"Is this really a hard-hearted one?" Xiao Yao gave a wry smile.

But when Xiao Yao smashed him out for the third time, Hong Yu, who was flying in the air, suddenly shot a hidden weapon. The hidden weapon suddenly exploded in the air and turned into golden needles, towards Xiao Yao. Stabbed over.

The expression on Xiao Yao's face did not change in any way, but he stretched out his hand and waved it lightly, and a spiritual wall was gathered, blocking all the fine needles out of him.

"I have heard from Mr. Zhao before that the real scary thing is not Wen Bin, the master of Qingyi Gate. The cleverness of that guy is not a secret in the Great Qin Dynasty, Lingwu Continent, but Hong Yu beside Wenbin But he is a very dangerous person, he has a talent for ruling the country, but he always pretends to have to rely on Wen Bin to survive... Now it seems that this is really the case!"

It is precisely because Zhao Tieniu once said so, that when Xiao Yao faced Hong Yu, he would pay attention everywhere.

But even so, he still had a lingering feeling when he recalled what happened just now.

In the past, Hong Yu was shot into flight by Xiao Yao several times. The purpose was to create an illusion for him and let Xiao Yao form a habit, subconsciously thinking that the other party was nothing more than that, and, I will also sympathize with Hong Yu, who is determined to fight Xiao Yao's life.

However, when Xiao Yao relaxed his vigilance, he suddenly released a hidden weapon with the intention of killing people.

In other words, Hong Yu is also a master, and even an elder in Tsing Yimen.

Hidden weapons are probably what Hong Yu really is good at.

Faced with the densely packed fine needles before, Xiao Yao had no doubt that if he hadn’t avoided it, those fine needles with strong spiritual energy and poison would be able to kill him, even if he survived, I’m afraid in this life. The cultivation base will also be invalidated. It's just that Hong Yu didn't count it. If it really talks about assassination, Xiao Yao is the master of the master.

In the eyes of Xiao Yao, this killer circle in Lingwu World still seemed a bit too immature.

Hong Yu was lying on the ground, but this time he didn't get up.

Xiao Yao's last move has been seen through, and he can no longer maintain the fluke mentality he had before.

Xiao Yao walked towards Hong Yu step by step, suddenly a few sharp feathers shot from the front, and every light and fluttering feather turned into a murderous weapon at this moment.

Five feathers forced Xiao Yao back five steps.

"It's quite patience." Xiao Yao's eyes narrowed slightly, and he was silent.

A white horse, a white coat, a hard gun, and a remnant cloud behind him, like blood and poetry.