Facing the agile shadow that smashed towards her, Xiao Yu calmed down, and with a shake of the Chixiao sword, what she used was her Luoxia swordsmanship that never showed people easily!

Since, even if she was just a cold-blooded killer in her previous life, those stubborn pride and persistence are still stubbornly flowing in her blood, then, in this life and this life, Xiao Yu still refuses to disobey her true intentions too much.

Since you don't want to hurt people with secret arrows, then, with a little martial arts skills in your body, go to a real fight!

Under the bright and scorching sunlight at noon, the scorching brilliance reflected by the Chixiao Sword was like a brilliant sunset!

Holding the Chixiao Sword in his hand, and stepping on the chic and free spirit dance steps under his feet, Xiao Yu was swinging his sword with a move that was absolutely impossible in the eyes of outsiders while avoiding the light and shadow of those golden maces.

Her spiritual dance steps have reached the point where there is no other in the world.

Now, in a way like a flowing handwriting, she is trying her best to interpret the unique sword intent under her own eyes, and her demeanor and posture are extremely wonderful.

Up and down the ring, the eyes of all the audience couldn't help but light up.

Xiao Yu in the ring, in the fierce attack of the fierce rival Jing Tao's pair of golden maces, his gait began to become more and more calm, and his posture became more and more chic and free.

The Chixiao Sword in her hand, in the cold sword intent, fluttered and fluttered, and its trajectory was very much like a poem, but also more like a painting.

Under such a dazzling attack, a pair of small golden hammers in Jing Tao's hands, dancing at a speed, finally seemed to slow down slightly.

That kind of slightly slower speed may not be anything at all in the eyes of ordinary people.

However, in the eyes of a first-class enemy expert like Xiao Yu, there is no doubt that many flaws were revealed at once!

Holding the Chixiao Sword, Xiao Yu first carved a small scarlet flower between Jing Tao's left ribs, Xiao Yu quickly turned the tip of the sword, and began to write fluently on Jing Tao's right arm.

After screaming miserably, Jing Tao rolled over on his side, abandoned the gold wedge in his hand, pinched his injured right arm, and rolled to the other side of the ring.

Large strands of blood flowed down from between Jingtao's fingers.

Xiao Yu squinted his eyes, carried the Chixiao sword, and silently stood on the side of the ring, and did not go over to make up for it, taking advantage of the victory to pursue.

According to Xiao Yu's previous experience with the enemy, according to the flow and speed of the blood on Jing Tao's right arm, it is very likely that his last sword just now inadvertently punctured the large blood tendon of the aorta on his right arm.

If the judgment is correct, in the final analysis, the Jing Tao in front of him has temporarily lost the ability to fight back, and there is really no need to continue to make up for the past.

Moreover, like him, if he hadn't gone over for regular bandaging, his entire arm would have been useless because of excessive bleeding. This is undoubtedly a devastating blow to those who usually love to collect martial arts and love martial arts.

Therefore, Xiao Yu is not worried at all, this Jing Tao will give up the treatment of his more important arm, and continue to pounce on him to fight him.