The golden light flashed. Seeing that, after the big black fist the size of Zhu Chun's vinegar bowl missed, a big gap was drawn out of his abdomen, and the dazzling red cloak behind him was suddenly softly cut into two.

Seeing this, the ruthlessness in Zhu Chun's eyes became more and more intense.

Like a beast that has been trapped in a cage for a long time.

Looking at his manic appearance that was desperately trying to burn the jade, Xiao Yu's mood began to have a trace of solemnity.

Now, this guy in front of him began to jump up and down in front of him like a wild bull.

At first, he just relied on the subtlety of his own body to keep walking with him, wasting part of his energy.

If it is, his turbidity is surging, even if he closes his eyes and ignores it, he slams it indiscriminately, if he is not careful, scratches his paws, and the taste is good, I am afraid, it is enough for himself to drink such a pot.

But he must not be allowed to continue to go crazy like this.

Thinking like this, Xiao Yu had a new plan in his heart.

Putting the short blade in his hand still in his sleeve, Xiao Yu easily pulled out his Chixiao sword.

The Chixiao Sword, which had experienced countless vicious battles, immediately exuded bursts of murderous aura and cold glow as soon as it came out of its sheath.

The sword flickered, and Zhu Chun, who was in a state of semi-madness, looked at the cold Chixiao sword blade, and couldn't help but shiver.

Xiao Yu smiled coldly again.

In other words, they have been passively defending for so long, and it is time for them to take the initiative again!

With a slight flick of the sword tip, the Chixiao Sword in Xiao Yu's hand let out a clear dragon groan, and then countless sword flowers suddenly shook out.

Xiao Yu held his breath and condensed, his strength was used to the sword body, and a set of unique swordsmanship techniques of the Nangong family, which had long been practiced, stabbed towards Zhu Chun's cold light.

Zhu Chun's complexion, which was originally swollen with purple, suddenly became a little pale.

In other words, he has been making his debut and becoming famous in this Zhongdi Academy for so long, and Zhu Chun naturally knows the true source of this set of swordsmanship used by Xiao Yu.

If, just the power of this set of swordsmanship, in the palm of this Xiao Yu, it was used plainly, Zhu Chun asked himself, with his own force alone, he could barely resist it for a while.

However, the key is that the family behind this set of signature swordsmanship is by no means something that his little Zhu Chun can afford to provoke.

The red night sword that was being waved in front of him made Zhu Chun's speculation about the identity of the seemingly inconspicuous kid in front of him almost a very heavy question.

While resisting Xiao Yu's ferocious offensive with some passivity, Zhu Chun began to constantly bow and ask himself:

In other words, who is this unknown yellow-faced thin boy in front of him? Who is it?

With temporary unresolved doubts, Zhu Chun's original anger gradually began to melt away like ice and snow in the rain.

Only the bottom of my heart was left, and there were bits and pieces of cold chills.

And Xiao Yu's long sword attack, one by one, began to become more and more powerful.

This time, the one who really began to feel extreme regret was the Zhu Chun who was originally very supportive.