This is Yizhu's full strength in the monstrous anger, and accompanied by the speed of the god-killing shadow, he unleashed a shocking sword.

For no reason, in the face of this knife, whether it was Zhao Batian, who was shocked, or the night blade who was standing in the distance, his expression was demented and frozen at this time. A thought of death arose in my heart.

At this time, Zhao Batian was only a few dozen meters away from Yizhu, but with the blessing of the Killing God Shadow, Yizhu's speed was as fast as the wind. Zhao Batian only felt a rumble in his ears, and Yizhu came to him with a flying step.

The domineering and violent knife qi slapped Zhao Batian's face fiercely, causing his face and clothes all over his body to swing wildly, and his black hair was also shaken messy by such a knife qi.

Zhao Batian was stunned, and before he could even react, he was deeply shocked by the terrifying sword aura that shook the earth.

At the moment when the knife was about to fall on his head, Zhao Batian came back to his senses, glared at the figure in front of him angrily, and at the same time used the spiritual power of his whole body to condense in the purple gold fist in his hand, and even attached all the power of the spirit armor to the spirit martial arts, hoping to block this knife.

Is there a myriad of means and moves in your mind that you are going to be killed before you have time to use them?

He never dreamed that he had just broken through the Jindan Dacheng, and before he had time to celebrate, someone would dare to kill the Zhao Mansion and slaughter the Zhao family that he had worked so hard to manage, and the one who used this knife was still a Lingquan imp who had not even reached the Jindan realm, even if it was the early Jindan next to him, he didn't care about it at all.

At the same time that this earth-shattering knife fell on Zhao Batian's purple gold fist, his entire arms and body were trembling violently, his knees bent uncontrollably, and he slammed into the ground, turning into a posture of kneeling to the ground!

His knees sank three inches deep into the ground, and countless cracks spread rapidly from the point of focus to all directions.

But that's it, he has already tried his best, and he has exploded all the strength of his body, from head to toe, even toes and hair!

It only felt like he was lifting a huge mountain with the strength of one person, and the heavy pressure made it difficult for him to even breathe!

With a cracking sound, the fist gloves and spirit armor in Zhao Batian's hands shattered in response, and his face was full of unwillingness and he didn't even make a move, and burst out with a hoarse roar:

"No.... This is not allowed...."

Without the protection of Lingwu and Lingjia, the sword light instantly slashed across Zhao Batian's body and slashed the earth, and with a loud bang, it also drowned Zhao Batian's monstrous roar in it.

After casting this knife, Yizhu didn't even look at Zhao Batian, and took the Qiankun bag from Zhao Batian's body, then gently inserted the Tianjie into the scabbard, slowly put it into the bag, and at the same time turned around and walked towards the night blade.

The smell of blood permeated the entire gloomy and dim Zhao Mansion compound, and a huge crack appeared on the ground behind Zhao Batian, which was particularly conspicuous, at this time he was still half-kneeling in front of the crack, his fists were pressed in front of him, his face was flushed, and his whole body was split into two halves and sprinkled on the ground, and not even a drop of blood was sprayed out around the corpse, and his expression of resentment and anger stayed forever at the moment when the knife fell, and then turned into dust.

Night Blade didn't notice Yizhu slowly walking towards him at this time, his eyes were still staring at the place where Zhao Batian fell, if he faced the knife just now, he would be cramped and uneasy just thinking about it, sweat also flowed out of all the pores of his body, and his mind was completely frozen, a terrifying, cold feeling of being in an infernal hell rose from the bottom of his heart.

The battle with Zhao Batian ended in just a few breaths.

At the end of the night, the monks of the Zhao Mansion alone allowed Yizhu to harvest thousands of spirit yuan, and at this time, the spirit yuan reserve in his body also reached four thousand and fifty spirit yuan.

The spiritual power in his body almost broke his dantian, and when he finished dealing with the two beasts in the City Lord's Mansion, he returned to the sect to break through the spiritual sea.

In fact, the current Yizhu is under Yuanying, and almost no one in the ordinary Jindan he has encountered is his opponent, but the only deficiency is that the spiritual power of the Lingquan Realm's body is too little, and he still has to break through as soon as possible.

At this time, Yizhu thought in his heart, basically he had helped Uncle Wang and Aunt Wang avenge most of the revenge, and there were two little minions who estimated that they would receive the news that their family had been destroyed tomorrow at the latest, and they couldn't wait for themselves to return to the sect, so these two people would either disappear or take the initiative to come here to find him.

After the destruction of the City Lord's Mansion, there will be no more girls in Nanming City in the future.

Yizhu was still in a good mood, he walked to the night blade, looked at him who was still in a trance, and said with a hippie smile:

"Brother Night, it's time to go, it's dawn soon, and the people from the City Lord's Mansion are coming soon. ”

Hearing Yizhu's words, Nightblade came back to his senses and said in a trance:

"Brother Yi's knife just now is too terrifying, if it hits me, let alone block it a few times, I will disappear in an instant. ”

After listening to what Nightblade said, Yizhu smiled and said:

"That's because Zhao Batian is too light on the enemy, with the body of the Jindan Realm, plus he can fly in the sky, if it weren't for the fact that he didn't take me, a little ghost of the Lingquan Realm, in his eyes at all, it would be difficult for this knife to slash at him.

With Brother Night's changeable state of mind, coupled with your unique weird body method, unless you stand still and let me chop this knife, it will be difficult to say what will happen next. ”

After listening to Yizhu, Night Blade thought about it, and this is indeed the truth, if he faces a monk who is a lot lower than his own realm, it is estimated that he will be very disdainful, and Zhao Batian in front of him is a very good lesson, and he can't treat anyone lightly.

However, to be able to make such a knife in the Lingquan Realm, it is estimated that in addition to the core disciples of the first-class sect, only Yizhu can do it here.

Thinking of this, Nightblade quickly shook his head and picked up the little girl, followed Yizhu and walked out, while looking at the corpse of the little girl in his arms and asked:

"Brother Yi, let's find a place to bury this little girl's body first, and then go back to the General's Mansion?"

Yizhu thought for a moment and looked at Nightblade and said:

"Now go out first, it's about to dawn, and send the little girl's body back to her grandfather first.

I remember that Zhao Tingcheng said that his grandfather's surname was Lu and he sold fruits in the west of the city, so Brother Ye knew where he was. ”

Nightblade nodded after hearing this, and took the lead in flashing towards the outside of Zhao's mansion, followed closely by Yizhu.

The two of them hugged the little girl, and as soon as they jumped out of the Zhao Mansion compound, five people in black instantly came to the two of them.

Seeing the person coming clearly, Nightblade asked coldly:

"How's the work I've done for you, and why are you here?"