The knife light was fierce and direct, reflected in the young man's eyes, he subconsciously retreated sharply, but his back hit a mahogany table, which was a cargo transported from Donglan Jingzhou, heavy and sturdy, rare in Xidi, it was bought at a great price, but it became his talisman.

He slammed his back into the mahogany table and couldn't go any further.

The steel knife chopped down viciously, but because of the young man's shaking, the position where the blade fell was a little off, Zhao Li felt that the knife edge was a little weak, and he didn't cut something neatly like before.

Wu Zhu reacted.

He stood up suddenly, let out a roar like an angry lion from his mouth, reached into the delicate pocket on his waist, and prepared to use the powder of these spiritual objects to cast Sidi's spell, Zhao Li didn't even look at it, the knife on his right continued to strengthen, and with a twitch of his left hand, he grabbed the crossbow that came from the samurai guarding the cave.

The crossbow was pointed at Wu Zhu.

The crunch sound of the machine sounded continuously.

Before Wu Zhu could cast a spell, three swarthy crossbow arrows were already shooting towards him.

Wu Zhu had to stop his movements and roll to the side.

Only then did he avoid the crossbow, and there was another gust of evil wind, the old man subconsciously raised his head, and a machine hand crossbow that was soaked in sweat and changed color spun out of the afterimage and flew towards him, and the next moment, the crossbow smashed his nose, with a crisp click, Wu Zhu only felt that it was dark in front of him, and stumbled backwards.

The young man who was chopped down on the table by Zhao Li couldn't see behind him, but just cursed Zhao Li frantically and angrily.

His empty left hand was raised, and he frantically hit Zhao Li's shoulder, chest, and arms.

But this kind of pain is too weak for Zhao Li, who has received tens of thousands of punches and kicks in the past thirty days, too weak, Zhao Lizhong sighed, withdrew his left hand and grasped the handle of the knife, and the weight of his whole body pressed on the knife body.

The Heavenly Power and Inner Qi in the body flowed wildly.

Tianquan's internal qi was originally the top qi refining technique that directly crossed the three or five years of ordinary people's qi cultivation time, and in the past thirty days, he was soaked in the influence of Tianquan's aftermath almost every day, although the effect was not as good as day by day, but it still made him greatly increase his strength, which was by no means comparable to the past.

Taking a deep breath, the power on the blade exploded again at such a close distance.

This is Ji's technique, Gale.

Wu Zhu gritted his teeth and staggered to his feet.

He heard a terrible scream, saw a white light slash down, and then blood, and one arm flew upwards because of the strength, and then landed in front of his eyes, and when it fell, his fingers were still instinctively curled up and trembling.

"No !!"

He woke up from the pain almost instantly, and suddenly his son fell to the ground due to severe pain, one hand covering his arm, constantly rolling, and then the sacrifice next to him suddenly twisted and shook his left leg, Wu Zhu had never seen this kind of leg method.

Simple, basic, rough.

But it seems that he has gone through a lot of training, and he is extremely direct and ruthless.

With his waist as the axis, his left leg broke through the air like a whip, and his toes touched the young man's throat with the greatest force, accompanied by the crisp sound of bone cracking, his shouting, cursing, and wailing stopped in an instant, and his eyes changed from fear to godlessness.

He slowly went limp.

The whites of Wu Zhu's eyes were full of bloodshots, and he subconsciously howled angrily:

"No !!"

The agony of the loss of a child at the age of forty-four, the loss of almost all hope, almost broke his whole being, but then the flames of anger and vengeance rose and burned violently under his old chest.

"How dare you kill my son......"

His anger made him say something that even he thought was ridiculous.

But the trembling and pain in the words made his heart feel like a pinprick in his heart.

Zhao Li casually threw down the knife that was a little blunt because he had killed several people.

The blade trembled and thrust upside down on the ground.

He stretched out his hand and held the spare knife behind his back, the blade was white and cold, and he slowly pulled it out, his body was slightly volunt, and he made a standard horizontal slashing action, his eyes were fixed on Wu Zhu, who was distracted, his internal qi flowed, and his muscles tightened.

The evil aura made Wu Zhu pour a basin of ice water on his head, realizing that the other party was not a sacrifice of blood sacrifice at this moment, but a fierce warrior who could kill through the tribe and kill here, and he could guess that the seven warriors guarding the cave, as well as the guards outside, were all dead.

The person in front of him had already killed at least thirteen powerful samurai.

With such a short distance, he didn't have time to cast spells at all, and the spells he learned from most of Jiuli were more used to communicate with people's hearts, rather than to drive thunder and lightning, which was the power of Donglan Jingzhou, the power of Daze Thunder God, and only the Qi refiners and cultivators of the Tianqian Kingdom could master.

He glanced at his son, who was no longer moving, and finally slowly released the wooden cane in his hand, untied the pockets, and untied the complicated clothes on them, revealing his naked and emaciated upper body like a samurai outside.

He grabbed the ceremonial dagger next to him.

He took a deep breath, and then let out an angry roar from his mouth, which was a quaint war horn, and then accompanied by this tune, he rushed towards Zhao Li with a frantic pace.

Zhao Li's eyes were calm, and when Wu Zhu rushed over, he suddenly raised the blade.

The blade tore out a cold glow and swept past the front of Wu Zhu's neck.

At the same time, he had already taken advantage of Ji's pace, dodging Wu Zhu's ceremonial short knife from one side, the blade in his right hand paused, his wrist flipped, the blade slid through an arc in the air, retracted, and finally slowly wiped the blood on the cowhide bracer in his left hand, and put it back into the scabbard, Zhao Li still held the licorice root in his mouth.

In the sound of the knife, he turned his back to Wu Zhu, sighed with some emotion, and said:

"There is a wrong, and there is a debtor. ”

"Old thing. ”

"The matter between us is over today. ”

Wu Zhu had a terrible knife wound in his throat, blood flowed from it, he opened his mouth, wanted to speak, but only made a grunting sound, and finally fell to the ground, next to his son, his eyes were open, and he lost his spirit.

Zhao Li exhaled, he didn't go to You immediately.

At this time, You was still safe, Zhao Li roughly rummaged through this room that was not like Sidi's style, and found some obviously better wound medicine, a knife with gems inlaid on the scabbard, the knife edge was sharp, Zhao Li buckled all the gems on the sheath, and then received this good knife into his own scabbard.

In the end, he used his forty-two yards of foot work to trample a few gold and silver wine glasses he found, picked out some of the valuable ones, and searched the things that were confirmed to be able to be taken away and useful for the future, and then left quickly.

The door was shut.

Wu Zhu, who was lying on the ground, had a trace of brilliance in his eyes.

The last breath in his throat was locked, and under the effect of hatred and the last life-saving technique, it began to circulate in his body, his heart beating at the core, and the fatal wound on his neck actually began to stop bleeding slowly.

Footsteps came up.

Wu Zhu's weak breathing stagnated, and the radiance in his eyes voluntarily became wooden and lifeless.

Zhao Li walked back quickly, squatted in front of Wu Zhu's body, grabbed a cross-shaped iron drill in his hand, took a breath, and stabbed directly into Wu Zhu's heart with a snort, penetrating into the ground.

Wu Zhu's body trembled, and his eyes widened.

Zhao Li clapped his hands, stood up, and muttered to himself:

"It's so dangerous, I almost forgot to make up for it. ”

"There are immortals in this world, and Ji's master note also mentions the means of fake death to save his life, and future generations must remember to cut two more knives to avoid leaving a disaster. ”

"But the trachea was cut and the heart was pierced, and I even found the Iron Cross and glutinous rice. ”

"No matter which way you go, I don't believe you can live. ”

Zhao Li used this way to gradually calm his mind, the tense muscles regained their elasticity, he calmed down, and ran out again.

Behind him, madness and unwillingness appeared in Wu Zhu's eyes, and then slowly dissipated.

The heart was destroyed, and the operation was broken.

The last breath wandered around for a while, and slowly exhaled.