Xiao Yao stopped.

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

Kick up puffs of dust.

With the approach of the White Horse Yicong, Xiao Yao was still unhurried.

After those people arrived, Xiao Yao looked at the person led by him and asked, "The previous news is fake news, and you put it on me?"

The man at the head looked very burly, his face was full of fierceness, and he nodded, his eyes looking at Xiao Yao were not so sharp, but they seemed a little gentle.

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

The man was slightly stunned 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 didn't know what to say for a while, he originally thought that if this was someone else, because his kindness was used by others and fell into the pit, he would definitely be angry, but Xiao Yao wouldn't, because in Xiao Yao's heart, maybe he didn't take them seriously at all.

If this is the case, why is there anger?

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

Xiao Yao saw the other party's frustration, and said with a smile: "Actually, there is no anger, it's not because I don't take you seriously, I just think that if you want to kill me, you will definitely keep looking for opportunities, and now that I know that the previous news is fake, I can also breathe a sigh of relief, it seems that the people there have not encountered danger yet, and there is no gang of bandits, isn't this a good thing?"

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

"Tsing Yi Gate, Hong Yu. The man said.

Xiao Yao was slightly stunned, suddenly realized, nodded, and said, "It turns out that you are Hong Yu! Is Wen Bin here?" Before, I didn't know how many times I heard Wang Wenge and Zhao Tieniu chant these two names, if they didn't know, it was really a ghost.

Moreover, it seems reasonable for the other party to intercept and kill himself.

"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 and beating was just a joke. When Hong Yu said this, he couldn't help laughing and said, "You can't shout at the top of your voice, Hong Yu from Tsing Yi Men is here to die, right?"

"......" Xiao Yao didn't smile, but the smile on his face gradually faded, replaced by indifference, "Since you know that this is the case, why do you want to come?" These people stood in front of him, what kind of cultivation they were, he could also perceive clearly, in his opinion, these people, wanting to intercept and kill themselves, it was simply a joke, it was a fantasy, if they could really die at the hands of these people, I am afraid, they deserved to die.

It is precisely because of this, coupled with Hong Yu's words just now, that he will be even more incomprehensible.

If that's the case, why do you have to die?

Hong Yu smiled and said: "I know that it is impossible, but people! There is always a bad habit, that is, they like to take chances, they will always subconsciously think about a problem, what if, really succeed? When they are helpless, even if they know that it is impossible, they have to take risks, this is the commonality - didn't you do it before?"

Speaking of this, Hong Yu paused slightly.

After a long silence, he continued: "I thought that someone had to come, and since that is the case, let me come. ”

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

"It's not that I'm not afraid of death. Speaking of this, Hong Yu suddenly lowered his head and muttered to himself, his voice was insignificant, "But I'm more afraid, it's not ......me who will die."

After the words, it was a shocking sword.

The sword qi rose majestically, like a towering mountain, and collapsed in a moment.

It slammed into Xiao Yao.

The rest of the white horse Yicong, with a flying speed, from the left and right sides, surrounded Xiao Yao, and when Xiao Yao dealt with the majestic sword qi, they had already formed a very tacit understanding to form an encirclement, turning Xiao Yao into a trapped beast.

"If you want to kill me, you really have to practice hard. Xiao Yao said a word, and his body rose in the air, and then fell with the golden mang, and the aura in his body rippled around, with a momentum that destroyed the city and shook the mountain, splashing out all those white horse yi.

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

After a while, those white horses got up from the ground one by one, and each of them held a hidden weapon in their hands and threw it towards Xiao Yao.

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

There was aura overflowing on every hidden weapon.

Think about it carefully, this is really a great thing, after all, there are not so many spiritual weapons in this world, but these people have one each, although the aura on it is a little weak, but there are still some in the end!

"Tsing Yi Gate!?" Soon, Xiao Yao figured out the identities of these people.

Only people from Tsing Yi Men can have such treatment, right?

Otherwise, how can these hundred or so people use spiritual weapons to make secret weapons?

Xiao Yao suddenly put his hands together, and when he pulled them apart again, the spiritual weapons condensed into silk, countless silks, mixed together densely, gathered into cloth, his arms flicked, and there was a mysterious attraction, and in the blink of an eye, he sucked all those spiritual weapons over, blended together, and formed 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 one by one the hidden weapons flew towards those white horse yicong.

Like a goddess scattering flowers.

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

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

The battle continues.

Hong Yu threw everything aside and rushed towards Xiao Yao.

The big knife in his hand looked like it was at least three hundred pounds.

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

In the soft earth, there was a gully as deep as a palm.

After waiting in front of Xiao Yao, he jumped forward, and when he fell, the machete in his hand was shiny, exuding a cold killing intent. That killing intent was like a wisp of filament, wanting to completely restrain Xiao Yao.

"Break!" shouted angrily, cutting through the sky, Xiao Yao held the golden Nine Songs long sword in his hand, and flicked away the heavy knife in Hong Yu's hand.

Then his body bounced up, kicked Hong Yu's chest, and then landed smoothly, but he was like a feather.

After Hong Yu's body fell to the ground, he jumped up again in the next second.

Towards Xiao Yao again.

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

In the blink of an eye, he was in front of Xiao Yao again, and he still raised the knife in his hand as before, just like before.

Xiao Yao frowned, and threw another punch, knocking the other party away.

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

After a while, Hong Yu returned to Xiao Yao's front again, unlike before, this time blood had seeped out of the corners of his mouth, and he had obviously suffered some internal injuries, but with his cultivation, he didn't die after this punch, but his speed was a little slower, and he looked like he was staggering, and when he ran towards Xiao Yao several times, he almost fell down.

"Is this really a dead eye?" Xiao Yao smiled bitterly.

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

The expression on Xiao Yao's face did not change at all, just stretched out his hand and waved it lightly, and a spiritual wall was condensed, blocking all those thin needles from his body.

"I've heard Mr. Zhao say it before, what is really terrible is not Wen Bin, the master of the Tsing Yi Gate, that guy's cleverness and cleverness, in the Great Qin Dynasty and the Lingwu Continent, it is not a secret, but Hong Yu next to Wen Bin is a very dangerous person, obviously has the talent to govern the country, but he always has to pretend that he has 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 faces Hong Yu, he will pay attention everywhere.

But even so, he still had a feeling of lingering when he remembered what had just happened.

Hong Yu was shot away by Xiao Yao several times before, but in fact, it was all deliberate, the purpose was just to create an illusion for him, so that Xiao Yao formed a habit, and subconsciously felt that the other party was just like this, and he would sympathize with Hong Yu, who was bent on seeking thoughts and fighting for Xiao Yao's life.

However, just when Xiao Yao relaxed his vigilance, he suddenly released a hidden weapon, intending to kill someone.

How to say that Hong Yu is also a master, and he is also an elder in the Tsing Yi Gate.

The hidden weapon is probably what Hong Yu is really good at.

Facing the dense needles before, Xiao Yao had no doubt that if he really didn't dodge, I am afraid that those thin needles containing rich aura and poison can kill him, even if he survives, I am afraid that this life cultivation will be invalid. It's just that Hong Yu didn't calculate, if it really talks about assassination, Xiao Yao is the master of the masters.

As far as this killer circle in the Lingwu world is concerned, in Xiao Yao's opinion, it still seems a little too immature.

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

The last hand has been recognized by Xiao Yao, and he can no longer maintain his previous luck mentality.

Xiao Yao walked towards Hong Yu step by step, and suddenly several sharp feathers shot out in front of him, and each fluttering feather became a killing weapon at this time.

Five feathers forced Xiao Yao back five steps.

"I'm a little capable. Xiao Yao's eyes narrowed slightly, silent.

A white horse, dressed in white, with a hard gun, and a remnant of the sun behind him, like blood and poetry.