The voice fell.

Jiang Xiaoyu's body shook slightly, and a short knife that was sharp and exuded cold air slipped from his sleeve to his palm.

This short knife is a treasure that Jiang Xiaoyu found when he went to Taobao in the old market of a certain city in the process of walking the rivers and lakes. According to Jiang Xiaoyu's test, this short knife has reached the peak of mortal weapons, and it is only a line away from the spiritual weapon of the self-generated soul, which can be called a supreme weapon.

However, neither the handle nor the blade of the dagger has any clues about its origin, so there is no name.

So, Jiang Xiaoyu called it "nameless".

At this moment, Jiang Xiaoyu was holding the nameless short knife in his backhand, regardless of the injury on his chest, which was far from being easy, with the flame that ignited in his heart, all the remaining true qi in his body was urged.

Sou!

The true qi in his body was urged to the extreme, and the invisible and shadowless air was cut by the sharp short knife in his hand.

His speed exploded to the extreme, and the person flickered forward like a ghost, rushing to Zhang Yuan, who also came to his side, and launched a fierce and dangerous battle.

Zhang Yuan's face was solemn, and he didn't dare to underestimate Jiang Xiaoyu.

From Fang Cai's battle, he had already seen that Jiang Xiaoyu might not be as good as himself and Zhang Ye in terms of strength, but Jiang Xiaoyu's fighting consciousness and various low-ninth rate methods made Jiang Xiaoyu an extraordinary threat to himself and Zhang Ye.

Now that Zhang Ye has fallen, he has a disordered true qi, and he needs at least a stick of incense to ease up.

If Jiang Xiaoyu wants to break out of the encirclement, this is his biggest opportunity.

Zhang Yuan's heart was awe-inspiring, with a long knife in his hand, and the knife pointed at Jiang Xiaoyu.

At this time, Jiang Xiaoyu had broken through the defense line of the two, and Zhang Yuan had to go all out to capture Jiang Xiaoyu in order to prevent Jiang Xiaoyu from escaping.

Seeing this, Jiang Xiaoyu had a cold expression on his face.

He first grabbed the nameless short knife with his backhand and stabbed Zhang Yuan in the right chest, and Zhang Yuan hurriedly raised the long knife to block with the not too thick blade.

After the "ding" collision, Jiang Xiaoyu stepped on it again, and suddenly used his strength to crash into Zhang Yuan.

Zhang Yuan never expected that as soon as Jiang Xiaoyu came up, he would use such a desperate fighting style, and when he was caught off guard, he was hit by Jiang Xiaoyu on the wall on the side, his bones were traumatized, and half of his body was a little weak.

Take advantage of your illness to kill you.

Jiang Xiaoyu took advantage of the victory to pursue and was merciless.

With a twist of his palm, he clenched the nameless short knife in his palm, and then spun around, switching flexibly between his backhand and forehand, and stabbed Zhang Yuan in the heart.

At the same time, all the true qi in his body was frantically instilled into the nameless short knife, and under the shroud of abundant true qi, the blade of the nameless short knife had a fierce energy, and the knife qi was even more murderous under the blessing of the tip of the knife.

Zhang Yuan's face changed drastically, and his perception was not weak, and he could fully feel the extreme threat brought to him by the nameless short knife, which made his scalp numb and his hairs stand on end in an instant.

If this blow is carried out, the vital parts will inevitably be injured, and in terms of his strength, he will definitely die.

However, Zhang Yuan was completely suppressed by Jiang Xiaoyu's series of fighting styles at this time, and in the face of this short knife stab, he couldn't dodge at all, so that he could only show desperate eyes.

In this short fierce battle, he was first approached by Jiang Xiaoyu, and the long knife in his hand was not convenient to play at all compared with Jiang Xiaoyu's short knife, which was almost equal to losing its effectiveness.

Especially Jiang Xiaoyu's body is outstanding, Zhang Yuan relies on the higher realm advantage than Jiang Xiaoyu, and it is difficult to affect Jiang Xiaoyu.

You must know that Zhang Yuan is just a second-rate master in the middle stage, in other words, a five-star martial artist, even if he is stronger than Jiang Xiaoyu, who is a four-star martial artist, but he is only strong on the first line, and it is not enough to make Jiang Xiaoyu lose and retreat in the face of Zhang Yuan.

On the contrary, Zhang Yuan's strength is mediocre, and his martial arts talent is even more mediocre, in the fierce battle with Jiang Xiaoyu, he was forced to completely fall into disadvantage by Jiang Xiaoyu's flexible and ethereal body style, as well as his unexpected life-fighting skills.

Seeing that Zhang Yuan was completely suppressed by himself, the anger in Jiang Xiaoyu's heart eased slightly.

In the previous battle, Jiang Xiaoyu was beaten bloody, because in the battle with Zhang Yuan, he did not spare the slightest hand, and with all his strength, he actually relied on a flame in his chest and heart to slightly occupy the lead, which dragged the battle to such an extent.

Between the lightning and the fire, Jiang Xiaoyu's nameless short knife spun again, held the short knife upside down, changed the angle of attack, took a step forward, and hit Zhang Yuan's left face with the bottom of the knife.

This short fight was wonderful and intense.

Bang!

Zhang Yuan's brain was beaten to the ground, dizzy, and the whole person was stunned, and then collapsed in place and fainted.

Jiang Xiaoyu let out a long breath, forcibly endured the pain in his chest, and used the little remaining true qi to suppress the long and narrow knife wound on his chest that was bleeding non-stop.

Then, he came to Zhang Ye, who was cross-legged on the ground, adjusting his internal breath.

"Stinky, stinky boy......"

Zhang Ye noticed that the fighting stopped, and opened his eyes with difficulty, only to see his brother fall to the ground, Jiang Xiaoyu slowly came to him, and a look of disbelief immediately appeared on his face.

"This-" Zhang Ye gritted his teeth, his eyes instantly turned red, "Second brother!" ”

If it weren't for the fact that the true qi in his meridians had not subsided at this moment, and the injuries in his body were not light, causing his body to be difficult to move, he would definitely have to stand up and fight Jiang Xiaoyu desperately.

"Your second brother is fine."

Jiang Xiaoyu said expressionlessly, and then showed a somewhat hideous smile to Zhang Ye, and said slowly: "But if you have anything to do, I don't dare to guarantee it." ”

After speaking.

Bang!

Jiang Xiaoyu smashed his fist on the back of Zhang Ye's neck.

Zhang Ye's eyes rolled up, his eyes closed, and he couldn't take care of the true qi in his body that had not yet calmed down, and he passed out directly.

Jiang Xiaoyu won this battle with difficulty, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

However, he didn't dare to stay here any longer, and after a moment of silence, he took Zhang Ye, who was seriously injured, and quickly left the alley.

Half an hour later.

The two of them flew up the wall and quickly arrived here.

Their faces changed slightly when they saw the traces of fierce fighting around them and the blood that had coagulated slightly on the ground.

"Second brother."

One of them, when he saw Zhang Yuan lying on the ground, was taken aback, and quickly rushed to Zhang Yuan's side, probed his snort, breathed a sigh of relief, and woke him up.

"Big brother."

Zhang Yuan woke up slowly, first shocked, and then saw the familiar face in front of him, only then did he breathe a sigh of relief, the tense muscles of his body relaxed, his voice was a little weak, and he said with a ashamed face: "That kid ......"

"Don't say it."

This person is naturally the eldest of the three brothers of the Zhang family, Zhang Zhen.

At this time, Zhang Zhen's face was a little ugly, he interrupted Zhang Yuan's words, and asked in a deep voice: "Where is the third child, where is he?" ”

"What?"

Zhang Yuan was startled again, turned his head to look, and in his memory, the original figure of Zhang Ye cross-legged pranayama had disappeared.

Seeing Zhang Yuan's reaction, Zhang Zhen's face became even more ugly, and he already understood Zhang Ye's whereabouts.

"Brother Zhang, I told you, don't underestimate the enemy."

Just beside Zhang Zhen, a sigh came, with a little regret in his voice.

If Jiang Xiaoyu was here, he would be able to easily distinguish that the owner of this voice was the object of his dreams and wanted revenge.

Zhou Haoran.