Zhang Xueyao's gaze was cold, from the moment the junior sister who had followed him for many years died at the hands of this person, there was no room for any reversal.

The Demon Sect's expulsion of the middle-aged man from the sect was an explanation to the Sword Sect, but it was not an explanation to her.

The explanation she wants is a tooth for a tooth, and blood for blood. Life for life.

She broke through the middle-aged man's Yuan Tu with a sword without pause. The long sword in his hand carried the incomparable sword qi and stabbed the middle-aged man directly.

But the sword in her hand had just started before it stopped.

Because the fist of the middle-aged man arrived. He didn't have any fear, didn't hesitate at all, and still threw his punches in silence.

His fist was still stained with bright red blood, and with a resolute momentum, it collided with Zhang Xueyao's long sword.

The bluestone slab street in front of Xiao Yu's door is already full of cracks, and large and small broken stone slabs can be seen everywhere, which is miserable.

Swords and fists intersect, and metal clangs.

The debris on the ground was shaken slightly, as if the ground was shaking slightly.

The middle-aged man took a step back, his upper clothes already crumbling into shreds, revealing muscles as hard as rocks.

Now, these rock-hard muscles were covered with tiny wounds, and the blood that flowed from these tiny wounds had stained him almost bloody.

At the same time, his hands were also flesh and blood, blood flowed sideways, and large white bones were faintly visible. It's tragic.

But there was still no expression on his face, and he silently stepped forward, his fists were like mountains, and he struck again.

Zhang Xueyao glanced at the middle-aged man in some surprise, she paused, silently put away her sword, and then met it again, fighting with the middle-aged man with the long sword in her hand alone.

Although the middle-aged man did not cause any harm to Zhang Xueyao, he never stopped, did not stop for a moment, and Zhang Xueyao failed to take a step forward during this time.

Xiao Yu sat on the ground, feeling the vibration of the ground, and looked at the two silently.

Although he and this middle-aged man are friends and foes, at this moment he also has to admit that this middle-aged man's will to fight is really terrifying.

"If it's not the here and now, change the time, change the place. We may be friends. ”

He remembered that he had read people in legendary novels when he was a child, and he still fought hard knowing that he was invincible.

......

In front of the small building near the lake, the two figures were staggered together, and the ground under their feet had long been shattered under the constant trampling, turning into debris that could fly with the wind.

The ground seemed to tremble with it, and the sound of metal staggering was incessant.

Just when Xiao Yu felt that the aura in his body had calmed down, the sound of metal colliding suddenly stopped.

He looked out into the arena, where the battle was over.

The middle-aged man was covered in blood, his hands were bloody, the corners of his mouth were bloody, and his whole body was bloody.

He didn't know how many bones he had broken, but he still maintained his fist clenching posture, as if the next punch would fall at any moment.

Zhang Xueyao couldn't see any injuries on her body, and she was still floating like a fairy in white. It's just that her right hand holding the sword trembled slightly, and it seemed that she was holding the sword a little reluctantly.

The fight ended because the middle-aged man no longer had the strength to throw this punch again. And Zhang Xueyao's long sword was already pointed at his throat.

He is the pinnacle of the void, and his will to fight is rarely matched.

He was not reconciled, and he had to fight hard.

But in the end, the reality is cruel. He in the Empty Netherworld Realm is not the opponent of Zhang Xueyao in the Frost Realm.

At the end of the battle, the middle-aged man's face still had no expression, he lowered his eyes and glanced at the long sword against his throat, and suddenly smiled.

Then he looked at Zhang Xueyao and said, "I really want to can't escape." ”

Zhang Xueyao has not yet used her real strength.

She had two swords, a long sword and a flying sword, but just now she put away the flying sword, and just by relying on the long sword in her hand, the middle-aged man was seriously injured.

A sword cultivator and a martial cultivator fought hand-to-hand, and the martial cultivator was defeated.

"You can't escape. ”

Zhang Xueyao also laughed, and then she looked at the middle-aged man's eyes, the smile on her face gradually faded, became indifferent, and said: "Killing people pays for their lives, it is justified." But I respect you for your bravery, and you can finish it yourself. ”

The middle-aged man looked at Zhang Xueyao and smiled again.

Then he didn't say anything, didn't make any other moves, just shook his head. Immediately after that, the blood on his body suddenly burned, and the whole person flew upside down towards the small lake behind him at a speed that could not be seen by the naked eye.

Almost at the same time, Zhang Xueyao's flying sword buzzed and came out.

A sharp sword light pierced the space and stabbed straight at the middle-aged man.

An extremely powerful sword intent permeated from the flying sword.

The middle-aged man shouted violently, crossed his hands in front of his chest, and narrowly blocked the sword.

But he blocked the flying sword, but did not block the sword qi attached to the flying sword.

His face turned pale suddenly, he had already been seriously injured before, and at this time, he was hit by the sword qi again, and the injury was almost uncontrollable.

But he still hasn't given up, as long as there is a glimmer of life, he has to fight for it.

With the power of this sword's shock, the middle-aged man widened the distance again.

......

Zhang Xueyao looked indifferently at the middle-aged man who rowed across the small building and fell into the small lake, and did not choose to pursue.

The flying sword had been withdrawn by her.

Because she knew that the middle-aged man was so injured and hit by a lifeless sword qi from herself, it was already a mortal death.

There is no point in pursuing.

The most important thing is that even if you chase it, you may not be able to catch up, the middle-aged man used blood escape, using blood as a medium in exchange for a speed escape spell, and the flying sword chased after her, but she couldn't catch up.

She put away the long sword in her hand, glanced at Xiao Yu who was sitting on the side and was still holding the mixed yuan umbrella in front of her, and did not speak.

The white clothes are unblemished, and they are still like immortals.

And the black robe was stained with blood, and it has been beaten to the dust.

They are not people of the same world, and even if they have occasional contact, they are all at the touch of a button.

So Xiao Yu also didn't speak.

With the autumn wind and falling leaves, the white shadow slowly faded away.

Xiao Yu shook his head, closed the Mixed Yuan Umbrella, and slowly stood up from the ground with both hands supporting the Mixed Yuan Umbrella.

After this toss, it is already three poles in the sun.

The golden sun broke through the thick clouds and shone on the bamboo forest in the small building.

The gold hung down on the girl's green silk, dyeing it with a layer of gold.

A delicate girl in a pale pink dress silently walked out from behind the door, grabbed one of Xiao Yu's arms, and slowly brought him back to Xiaozhu.

Xiao Yu sat on the chair, Mo Shu took care of his wound without saying a word, and then picked up the white gauze that had been prepared on the side and wrapped it around his injured left shoulder and arm.

This is not the first time, so the ink book is very skillful.

Now that the two have a tacit understanding, Moshu never asks what happened, and Xiao Yu never explains.

However, now, among the people who can be trusted by him, Moshu is definitely one.