Chapter 112: Fighting against Zhao Mu

The sharp blade flashed with a penetrating cold glow, and at this time, on the blade, it was covered with scarlet blood, and the blood was steaming in the air, and the dense forest became blood-red.

Under Zhao Xiaoyi's crazy killing, the members of the main line of the Zhao family fell one after another, even if they were martial arts powerhouses, they couldn't withstand that knife at all, Zhao Xiaoyi seemed to have turned into a red-eyed killing god, and no one could stop him.

Originally, there were still hundreds of main vein personnel, but under Zhao Xiaoyi's killing, there were now less than thirty left, and the remaining group of people were frightened by Zhao Xiaoyi's endless killing, and fled backwards one by one, for fear of touching the cold blade.

Looking at this scene, Zhao Zhuo, Zhao Yue and the others were completely stunned, even if they had the strength of martial arts, they had seen many strong fights, but they had never seen such a bloody storm, Zhao Xiaoyi's strong fighting intent and decisiveness to kill also deeply shocked them.

Stirring his throat vigorously, Zhao Yue opened his dry lips slightly at this time, with a shocked look on his face, "It's not a person!"

Compared with the current Zhao Xiaoyi, his belligerent temperament seems a little shabby, this is called a real battle maniac, this kind of person can't be easily provoked!

In the middle of the field, as a second-order martial artist fell in front of him, the long sword waving in Zhao Xiaoyi's hand finally stopped, and his gaze swept over the less than twenty people hiding behind Zhao Mu, and Zuihou froze on Zhao Mu at the front.

Zhao Mu's face was pale, originally he wanted these people to contain Zhao Xiaoyi, but he didn't expect the casualties to be so tragic, just now under Zhao Xiaoyi's killing aura, even he didn't dare to stop it.

"What's more!" The grim gaze fell on Zhao Mu, and Zhao Xiaoyi said coldly at this time, "If no one comes again, then it's up to you." ”

Hearing this, Zhao Mu's face couldn't help twitching, although his strength was not weak, maybe he didn't need to be afraid of Zhao Xiaoyi at all, but Zhao Xiaoyi's killing just now had already made him feel a little shadowy.

Zhao Xiaoyi didn't care about Zhao Mu's expression at all, as soon as his feet moved, the blood-stained sword blade lifted a sword light, and in that whistling sound, he frantically slammed down on Zhao Mu.

Zhao Mu exhaled deeply, a handprint in his hand was formed, and then the palm print with a rich blue light slammed out towards Zhao Xiaoyi's wide long sword.

Bang! Zhao Xiaoyi's strength has exceeded Zhao Mu's imagination, although Zhao Mu blocked Zhao Xiaoyi's fierce sword, but under that sword, his body was bent down, and only then did he retreat on the side of his feet.

"I don't know how you swelled to your current strength, but don't think that I, Zhao Mu, am afraid of you, I want to see how long you can hold on. Zhao Mu's face was terrifyingly gloomy, and his deep voice fell, and his arms were raised.

With the formation of Zhao Mu's handprint, suddenly the surrounding heaven and earth energy was faintly surging, although it was not big, but it could clearly feel that it was converging towards Zhao Mu, and under the convergence of energy, a layer of dead ash qi gradually emerged above his hands.

"Ghost claws tear up!" With a low shout, Zhao Mu's five fingers in his right hand turned into claws and stood on his chest.

Looking at the paw prints shrouded in the aura of dead ashes, Zhao Xiaoyi's eyes narrowed slightly, the martial arts that Zhao Mu used was not Zhao Qiang's move just now, but, compared to Zhao Qiang, Zhao Mu's dead ash aura was much thicker, and in that dead ash aura, there were faint bursts of ghost howls, which was terrifying, obviously, this blow was much more powerful in Zhao Mu's hands than in Zhao Qiang's hands.

Zhao Mu's body moved, and he was the first to sweep out, carrying a powerful Yuan Force fluctuation, and the secluded claw prints fiercely grabbed Zhao Xiaoyi.

"Xuanzhong Hammer!" Zhao Xiaoyi didn't delay in the slightest, the long sword in his hand was put away, and then his fist blasted out brutally.

Boom! Between the fists and claws, with the flicker of a light, the sound of the explosion suddenly sounded in the field, but it was not immediately separated like the last time they met Zhao Qiang, the two of them were confronted in mid-air with one claw and one punch.

Under the sweep of energy, there was a crackling sonic boom in the space, and the power of the blow between the two was equal, and neither of them could help anyone.

However, at this moment, Zhao Xiaoyi's eyes flashed, and suddenly a spiritual ripple swept out, and then he blasted straight towards Zhao Mu.

Feeling this liliang attack, Zhao Mu's face changed suddenly, he was equal to Zhao Xiaoyi's strength, but the difference was spiritual power, the sharp claws of the confrontation hurriedly retracted, and then Zhao Mu grabbed the spiritual ripple with one claw.

"Six elements in one!" Taking advantage of this opportunity, Zhao Xiaoyi's arm shook, and six shuttles flashed out, and in an instant, the six shuttles were combined, and with a wave of his arm, the combined shuttle suddenly killed Zhao Mu who was close in front.

Zhao Mu and Zhao Xiaoyi are less than two meters apart, no matter how fast Zhao Mu is speed, he can't stop it at all, it's too late to retract his arm, in a hurry, Zhao Mu's body is on the side, and the shuttle flashes through his heart, but the sharp shuttle still penetrates from his left arm.

Zhao Mu endured the stinging pain on his arm, and his body hurriedly retreated, Zhao Xiaoyi's shuttle was quite weird, and now that his arm was pierced, he didn't dare to stalemate at all.

He wanted to retreat, but Zhao Xiaoyi didn't want to let him go, and the six-yuan shuttle hovered in mid-air, and then killed Zhao Mu again.

Zhao Mu gritted his teeth tightly, and when he saw the shuttle coming, his paw prints stretched out, and he blocked the shuttle to death, but at the moment when he blocked the shuttle, Zhao Xiaoyi's figure in front of him disappeared strangely in place.

When Zhao Xiaoyi reappeared, he had already arrived behind Zhao Mu, and the fist that had already been wrapped in rich yuan power smashed down on Zhao Mu without hesitation.

Boom! Zhao Mu didn't have time to react at all, he couldn't get out of his hand with the six-yuan shuttle to restrain him, and Zuihou was hit on the back by Zhao Xiaoyi's punch without hindrance.

The blue figure drew a parabola in mid-air, and with a mouthful of blood spurting out, Zuihou Zhao Mu slammed into a big tree and slid down the trunk to the ground.

Looking at this scene, on the side of the branch, the sound of gasping suddenly sounded, their eyes were horrified, and they gathered on the long body that was covered in blood, what kind of strength is Zhao Mu, the first among the young generation of the Zhao family, no one can replace it for so many years, but now, he was beaten like a dog by Zhao Xiaoyi from Qingshan Town, Shaoyang City, and he had no power to fight back, and the current scene, following Zhao Xiaoyi's slaughter of the main vein crowd, shocked all the branch personnel again.

On the side of the main vein, seeing Zhao Mu's defeat, one by one as if he had seen a ghost, he fled in a hurry and quickly disappeared into the dense forest.

Zhao Xiaoyi didn't care about these remaining main vein personnel, his eyes fell on Zhao Mu, and then walked over.

"The first person of the younger generation of the Zhao family, heh, don't you want to hunt me down to death!" Looking at Zhao Mu who was sluggish on the ground, Zhao Xiaoyi sneered, a cold glow flashed from his scarlet eyes, and then his arm shook, and the long sword was held in his hand, "I don't like to be hunted down, so, you need to die." ”

The deep voice fell, Zhao Xiaoyi's long sword was raised, and the sharp blade suddenly slashed towards Zhao Mu's throat.

"Stop!" However, at this moment, a loud shout suddenly came, and then, a figure flashed in front of Zhao Xiaoyi out of thin air, and held the long sword that was about to be cut in his hand.