Yang Yong couldn't help but change his expression after sensing the breath of the arrival, and his figure flashed and he was about to rush out.

But the black-clothed young man moved faster than him, and his figure disappeared in place, just in front of Yang Yong.

At this time, the distance between the two was only ten steps, and the space in the store was small, and the true qi stirred up from the two of them alone made the entire inn fly sawdust, and there was a big hole directly in the ceiling.

The upstairs guests screamed and ran downstairs to see what was going on.

But as soon as he reached the stairs, he saw the menacing men in black below, and saw that there were two people facing each other at the door, so they didn't dare to go downstairs, nor did they dare to stay here to watch the excitement, so they had no choice but to run back to the room.

Ye Ziyu's face was also a little more dignified after a slight sense, although the black-clothed young man's cultivation was only the sixth layer of qi refining, but there seemed to be an extremely violent aura hidden in the true qi.

Although the old man named Yang Yong has a higher cultivation, his true qi is soft, he must be old and has not fought with anyone for a long time, and judging from the current situation, he may not be the opponent of the young man in black.

Xiao Ning naturally sensed the fluctuations coming from downstairs, and her expression became nervous, Ye Ziyu cast a reassuring look at her, which made her calm down a little.

The two people downstairs were tense, and the young man had already put away his light appearance at this time, and after sensing the momentum on Yang Yong's body, there was also a touch of solemnity in his eyes.

After all, he was a Qi Refiner who was a realm higher than himself in front of him, and all the gestures he had made before were to confuse his mind, and only then could he gain the upper hand when he moved.

The anxious color in Yang Yong's eyes became more and more intense, and he clearly sensed the fluctuation of the young master's breath, as if he was moving with someone.

But after all, his strength was too weak, he was only a cultivator of the first layer of qi refining, and the weakest cultivators in the line in front of him were all at the second level of qi refining, and when he entered the door, he obviously sensed that there were two masters of the fifth layer of qi refining.

But now these two people are not in the store, presumably they were sent by this young man to arrest the young master.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel anxious, the true qi in his body actually appeared sluggish for a moment, and the black-clothed young man's eyes lit up, the opportunity has come!

Cang Chang took the steel knife out of the sheath in his waist, and slashed at Yang Yong's head head-on, and the spiritual light on the steel knife flashed, this is also a good spiritual weapon.

Yang Yong's mind was unstable, and he was caught off guard by the knife qi that directly broke through the protective body qi, and the long knife went straight into his eyes and was about to slash at his face.

He hurriedly stretched out his palms and caught the blade with his empty hands, and the two sides held each other together, after Yang Yong came back to his senses, his cultivation was stronger than that of the young man in black after all, and the young man was shocked by a few steps with the knife.

The young man did not retreat, but advanced, and after adjusting his body, he raised his knife and rushed up, not giving Yang Yong a chance to breathe.

Yang Yong was bare-handed, and he had never fought with anyone for a long time, even if he cultivated profoundly, he couldn't gain the upper hand for a while.

On the other hand, the young man became more and more courageous, his knife skills were wide open and closed, and the knife aura in the small store was vertical and horizontal, Yang Yong couldn't dodge it, but he was directly cut off by a wisp of knife energy, and turned into a mantle with an embarrassed appearance.

The black-clothed men behind the two of them did not move at all, and they did not mean to go up to help, and they were extremely relieved of the young man's strength.

Yang Yong lost his first hand, and at this time he could only be beaten passively, at this time, his hair was scattered, and a few cuts were cut on his body by the knife qi, and blood flowed.

Suddenly, he shouted, like a madman, and a small sword flew out of his sleeve, stabbing the black-clothed young man in front of the door at an extremely fast speed.

Seeing the ferocity of the little sword, the young man didn't dare to take it hard, so he hurriedly dodged and dodged.

Unexpectedly, the small sword turned the sword body and stabbed at the young man's back heart when it missed, the small sword was only an inch long, but it had an unpredictable power under Yang Yong's true qi envoy.

The young man was forced to dodge left and right, and he was directly pierced through his arm by the spirit sword when he couldn't dodge once, and one arm could no longer be raised.

A look of pride flashed on Yang Yong's face, this sword technique combined with this spirit sword of a medium-grade spirit weapon was enough to compete with an eighth-layer Qi refining monk, while the other party was only a sixth-level Qi refiner.

Even if he is proficient in killing, he is still not his opponent in the face of absolute strength.

However, when he thought of his own young master outside, he was worried about his safety, so he once again increased the spiritual energy infusion of the little sword.

The speed of the little sword suddenly went up to a new level, and the black-clothed young man was in danger, just when the men behind him were about to resist making a move.

The black-clothed young man suddenly stopped moving, a look of doubt flashed in Yang Yong's eyes, but he didn't think much about it, and the imperial envoy Xiaojian stabbed straight towards the center of his eyebrows.

At the moment when he was about to be stabbed, the true qi in the young man's body changed, and it turned directly into a blood-colored ocean, and the energy was agitated, and an extremely violent aura was stirred.

The blood qi turned into a blood-colored light curtain, and the small sword stabbed on the light curtain but could not advance a bit, Yang Yong's face changed greatly, and he tried his best to urge the little sword with all his true qi.

With the blessing of true qi, the spiritual light on the small sword was bright, a white sword light lit up, and the blood-colored barrier shook slightly, and even cracks appeared in some places, but in the end, it was not broken.

On the contrary, from the blood qi emanating from the young man's body, there was an imperceptible wisp of blood mist that quietly entered the spirit sword, and after holding each other for a while, the consumption of true qi on both sides was extremely huge.

Yang Yong was old and frail after all, and his endurance was not as deep as that of a young man after all, and at this time, the true qi in his body was already a little unsustainable, so he wanted to withdraw his spiritual power and withdraw the little sword.

Unexpectedly, just as he wanted to retreat, the small sword in mid-air actually fell to the ground by itself, and the sword body was dyed a blood-red color at some point, losing the aura that had shrouded it before.

Yang Yong was shocked, and when he looked at the black-clothed young man, there was a trace of horror in his eyes, and he said in a lost voice: "Blood Demon Skill!" ”

As soon as these words came out, a fierce color flashed in the young man's eyes, and he disappeared in place with his figure, and actually appeared behind Yang Yong.

After getting closer, he sneered: "I didn't expect you to know quite a lot!" Then I can't keep you! ”

Yang Yong wanted to escape after saying the three words Blood Demon Skill, because he knew that he was by no means the opponent of this young man who had cultivated the Blood Demon Skill, and staying here to fight him hard could only send him to death in vain to help him increase his cultivation.

However, since the young man stirred up the blood-colored true qi, his speed was several times faster than that of Fang Cai, and there was even more strange blood and qi entanglement between his shots, and this blood qi was actually able to erode Yang Yong's true qi.

Yang Yong's face was pale, he was already a little unable to support it at this time, his eyes flashed, and he finally made up his mind.

The left hand that had been hiding behind him suddenly slapped out, and a spirit rune exploded, and the young man with a blazing bright light couldn't open his eyes, and then Yang Yong's figure disappeared from everyone's sight.