Outside the ancestral house that day, Simon Blowing Snow had a five-day appointment with him.

From the beginning, Zhao Yu, who knew the ending, understood that this battle was inevitable.

Moreover, no matter how confident Zhao Yu is, he understands that according to him now, it is impossible for him to be Ximen Blowing Snow's opponent at all.

Fortunately, the golden bell jar that has passed the thirteen levels is not to be seen.

He can't get Ximen to blow the snow, but the Ximen blowing snow may not be able to break through his golden bell jar, which has reached the realm of transformation.

It's good to have no worries about your life......

And this is the main reason why Zhao Yu came here to watch the battle with great pride.

If it weren't for this, Zhao Yu, who was timid and afraid of death, would have run away five days ago!

"Childe!"

Sensing the killing intent flowing from the white-clothed swordsman in front of him, Jiang Yuyan stopped in front of Zhao Yu with a sword.

Although she knew that she was by no means the opponent of the person in front of her, it was absolutely impossible for her to watch Zhao Yu die!

Seeing Jiang Yuyan take a step forward, Ximen Fuxue, who was alone, didn't care.

The person he wants to kill, even among thousands of troops, will definitely not be able to escape the sword in his hand!

"Don't worry, I can't die!"

Zhao Yu landed on Jiang Yuyan's fragrant shoulder with one hand, pulling the stubborn woman behind him.

"Do you have to fight?"

Zhao Yu stared at the Ximen blowing snow in front of him, making a final attempt.

After all, if your brain is not in the water, who will be idle and have nothing to do, and fight for your life with a sword god?

Simon didn't speak, but just lifted the sword in his hand.

The meaning couldn't be more obvious.

“……”

Seeing that it was inevitable, Zhao Yu could only bite the bullet.

And at this time, Ximen Blowing Snow, who has always cherished words like gold, looked at Jiang Yuyan for the first time and said: "If you don't want her to die, let her leave the capital as soon as possible......"

"What do you mean?"

Zhao Yu frowned slightly, and he had a bad premonition in his heart.

Simon Blowing Snow didn't want to say more, his thumb pushed the hilt of the sword, and the long sword was unsheathed by an inch.

The sword qi instantly swept out of the gap in the scabbard, and the killing intent was instantly permeated in the entire Fengtian Palace.

At the same time, above the sky above the two of them, thick black clouds flowed and pressed downward, and arcs of electricity raged in them, like silver snakes.

"Thank you!!"

Looking at the palace not far away, a blood qi like a substance rushed into the sky and disappeared into the black clouds, Zhao Yu instantly understood.

Blowing Xue at the West Gate thanked him, then turned to look at Jiang Yuyan, and said with a serious face: "Immediately lead all the horses in the headquarters of the Supervision Department and leave the capital as soon as possible!" ”

Zhao Yu understood that in the inner courtyard of the palace, Wei Zhongxian was the only one who could make such a big move.

His ambition, Zhao Yu no longer has to question it.

If the old eunuch mastered the Heavenly Fury Sword, then the first thing to be eliminated was not the new emperor, but the woman with the ninety-five qi in front of him!

"No ......"

"Go!!"

Jiang Yuyan wanted to refuse, but Zhao Yu suddenly roared at her with a hideous face.

It was the first time since Childe rescued her from the hook fence that he had spoken to her with such a look and tone.

However, Jiang Yuyan, who was clear-minded, naturally understood that this was Zhao Yu protecting her.

Jiang Yuyan's eyes flickered, and she couldn't hold back her tears, and turned around and swept out of the palace wall of Fengtian Palace.

"Hoo ......"

Seeing Jiang Yuyan walking away, Zhao Yu let out a sigh.

"Let's shoot!"

Seeing Zhao Yu turn around, Ximen Chuixue spoke again.

"Shall I do it first?"

Zhao Yu, who was still a little sensational, looked stunned when he looked at Ximen blowing snow.

"My sword never ...... ahead of others"

Under the raging sword qi, the white-clothed Ximen blew snow, and his expression was indescribably chic.

"Really let me strike first?"

Zhao Yu looked at Ximen Blowing Snow in surprise, and unconsciously moved two steps towards the white-clothed swordsman.

Looking at Zhao Yu, who was grinding and chirping, Ximen Blowing Snow was a little impatient.

"Okay, this is what you asked, then you're welcome!"

Zhao Yu took a small step forward again, looking at the distance between the two of them that was less than three steps, and then said.

"Please...... Woo??!! ”

Before Simon Fuxue's words fell, his eyes widened instantly, and an indescribable pain came from under him.

Looking at Zhao Yu's unexpected kick, Ximen Fuxue's expression changed greatly.

When the realm reached his part, the sword intent all over his body was pervasive, and the slightest move of the opponent could not escape his perception.

But what surprised him, the sword god, was that he didn't notice the slightest trace of Zhao Yu's foot just now.

What surprised Ximen Fuxue even more was that the moment Zhao Yu hit him, his body stiffened for a while.

Although this feeling is only for a moment, it is enough to make Ximen Fuxue look at the guy in front of him differently.

"You lost ......"

Zhao Yu did not take advantage of the victory to pursue, and after one kick, he immediately retreated to the other edge of the top of the Fengtian Temple, and looked at the snow blowing in Ximen very calmly with his hands around his chest.

In fact, he was panicking at the moment! 、

It's just that he wants to fight once with the golden bell jar that has passed the thirteen levels.

For the current Zhao Yu, a living sword god is much more useful than a dead Ximen Fuxue.

Besides, Lu Xiaofeng's little bit of caution can't be seen by himself?

Zhao Yu believes that even if he loses today, Ximen Blowing Snow will let himself go, and the key to this is Lu Xiaofeng.

In the world, there are not many people who can make Ximen blow snow and kill people with a sword, but at least there are a few.

may make Ximen Blowing Snow Sword merciful, except for Lu Xiaofeng, Daqian Jianghu can no longer find a second one!

"You've won!"

To Zhao Yu's surprise, Xiao Ximen Fuxue, who was still unscathed at the moment, simply admitted defeat for so long!

As he spoke, Ximen Fuxue reached into his arms, took out the brocade box containing the blood exquisiteness, and threw it to Zhao Yu.

Zhao Yu didn't make friends either, and took the brocade box thrown by Ximen Fuxue.

"Actually, from the beginning, I knew that I couldn't beat you......"

Ximen Fuxue shrank the thumb against the hilt of the sword, and the surrounding sword qi instantly fell into the scabbard like a thousand rivers returning to the sea.

Seeing that the surrounding sword qi dissipated, Zhao Yu cautiously moved a few steps towards the sword god.

Ximen Fuxue knew in his heart that his sword could not break through the golden bell jar that Zhao Yu had already broken through the thirteen levels.

Even, it is no exaggeration to say that no one in the world can break through Zhao Yu's body now.

Ye Gucheng is dead, but the sword intent is not weak at all.

The sword intent entered the body, but it failed to hurt Zhao Yu in the slightest, and the rest was even more vain.

"Oops!!"

At this moment, Zhao Yu wanted to say something, but suddenly looked at the position under the black cloud cover, and then his face changed greatly.

"Qi machine traction, she can't avoid ......"

Ximen Fuxue also followed Zhao Yu's gaze, only to see that sky-high blood qi, swept straight towards the outside of Chengtian Gate.