"Brother Zhao, just grab it!" A soft sword pointed at Zhao Yanhao's chest, about three inches away.

Zhao Yanhao was about to flick the sword with one finger, when he suddenly heard the voice of the sword owner, he stopped, looked up, it was Wu Shaoyuan, and said with a wry smile: "Brother Wu is such a fast sword!"

"The situation is compelling, and I hurt Brother Zhao, don't blame it!" Wu Shaoyuan's face was ashamed.

"Brother Wu's subordinates are merciful, they don't want the life of the younger brother, the younger brother is deeply gracious!" Zhao Yanhao smiled.

Wu Shaoyuan stared deeply into Zhao Yanhao's eyes and said sincerely: "Brother Zhao, brother hereby promises: as long as you don't resist anymore, we will never hurt you!"

"Thank you!" Zhao Yanhao hugged his left waist, and the blood immediately stained his left hand red.

"Smack!" "Smack!" "Smack!"

A man in a light blue robe clapped his hands and exclaimed, "Brother Zhao is really good!"

"Your Excellency?" Zhao Yanhao looked at him.

"Putuo Wu Yiyun. Wu Yiyun arched his hand, his face showed admiration, "Brother Zhao's martial arts, Wu admires it so much, he is ashamed!"

"Brother Wu is too humble!" Zhao Yanhao muttered: "Brother Wu is so profound!"

Wu Yiyun shook his head and sighed lightly: "There is a person on my back, and I can still escape under the combined attack of the five of us." Wu asked himself: No matter what, it can't be done!"

"Don't dare, it's just a defeat!" Zhao Yanhao shook his head.

An old man in a yellow robe stepped forward and arched his hand: "Nangong Huang Xing, the owner of Nangong Villa, is contemptible Nangong Villa." Brother Zhao, I also promise here: As long as you stop resisting, we will never hurt you. How?"

"Thank you Nangong Zhuang!" Zhao Yanhao smiled and said: "Nangong Zhuang, if the juniors want to leave, I don't know if the farmer will allow it?"

Nangong Huangxing's face sank and snorted coldly.

Nangong Fu's face turned angry, and he shouted: "Toast and don't eat and drink!Daddy, we don't have to be merciful, kill him!"

Nangong Huang Xing glanced at him and was noncommittal.

Nangong Chihuo was robbed of the Red Flame Spear with one move, and he was angry in his heart, and he also echoed: "Third brother, Fu'er is right, kill him!"

"Hahaha!" Zhao Yanhao suddenly laughed and said loudly: "It's late!

As he spoke, he suddenly fell out of Zhangyu like a rabbit, and he had already escaped the threat of Wu Shaoyuan's soft sword, jumped with his arms, and shot in the direction of the gate of the village.

"Stop him!" Nangong Huang Xing broke off.

Dozens of martial artists hurriedly intercepted, and Zhao Yanhao swept his left palm, and poured a large piece of it in an uproar.

Nangong Huang Xing and the other five people were busy chasing after him, Wu Yiyun had the best light skills, and with a split palm in mid-air, he slashed at Dou Xingkong on Zhao Yanhao's back.

Zhao Yanhao listened to the wind in his palm like a thunderbolt chasing after him, he didn't dare to pick up his edge, he flicked it violently, and fell towards the head of the wall like a flag.

It landed on the wall, and a sword light slashed down like lightning.

Zhao Yanhao suddenly raised his true anger, suddenly bounced up five feet, his body had changed to head and foot, and with a wave of his left palm, he hit the shoulder of the sneak attacker, and with a "click", the sneak attacker's shoulder bone shattered, and he fell off the wall with a scream.

Wu Yiyun waved his long sleeves and flew over the wall like a Dapeng bird, chasing Zhao Yanhao.

"Fourth brother!" Nangong Huang Xing couldn't chase after him, and picked up the Nangong green wood that fell at the root of the wall.

"Leave me alone...... Hurry up!" Nangong Lumu spurted blood from his mouth and fainted.

Nangong Huang Xing gritted her teeth, roared angrily, and ran up the wall with a "whoosh", following Nangong Fu to chase out.

Nangong Chihuo snatched the spear of a courtyard martial artist, jumped with a raised arm, and followed behind Nangong Huang Xing.

Wu Yiyun had just jumped over the wall, and with a "whew", a black and flickering whip shadow swept down head-on.

Wu Yiyun let out a loud shout and reached out to grab the whip. Almost at the same time, a bright sword light slashed at his chest.

Wu Yiyun didn't have time to snatch the whip, he rolled over in mid-air, flew out a foot away, and dodged this vicious knife.

Before it landed, another sword-like light cut through the air like a comet, blocking the waist and slashing down.

Wu Yiyun shouted violently, turned his right wrist, and suddenly there was a silver plate-like thing in his palm, faint, cold and shining, and the sound of "sonorous" sealed this fatal knife.

Zhang Chuanmiao's knife was useless, he roared angrily, his body rose vertically, and the knife of "Xiu" slashed straight at Wu Yiyun's head.

Wu Yiyun stepped on the Seven Star Steps, avoided a heavy slash in the air, turned his left wrist, and another silver plate shone, heading straight to Zhang Chuanmiao's left rib with the empty door wide open.

"Ahh

"Second brother!" Zhang Chuanhao's face changed sharply, and he rushed to protect Zhang Chuanmiao.

At this time, Shao Feng and Nangong Fu had already handed over. Shao Feng's whip sound "woo", there were whip shadows within a radius of two zhang, Nangong Fu's sword was like a swimming dragon, pressing, killing Shao Feng and not retreating.

Wu Shaoyuan was as cold as electricity, and he was fighting fiercely with Qiu Yundan. Qiu Yuntian danced the long sword through the wind and rain, but he could only protect himself and could not fight back.

Nangong Huang Xing fell outside the village, his wrist shook, and the tip of the sword trembled three sword flowers, covering Qiu Yundan's chest.

How can Qiu Yundan resist it? With an exclamation, Nangong Huang Xing followed the shadow, and a sword stabbed on Qiu Yundan's right shoulder. Qiuyun snorted lightly, and his right shoulder was immediately dyed red.

Zhao Yanhao landed on the flat bridge, quickly untied the Dou Xingkong on his back, and was surprised to see that Zhang Chuanmiao and Qiu Yundan had both hung up their colors, and shouted: "Don't fall in love, go!"

While shouting, he pounced on Wu Yiyun.

Wu Yiyun was about to attack Zhang Chuanhao, when he suddenly felt a suffocating palm wind coming to his chest, and he couldn't avoid it.

With a sound of "Peng", his palms intersected, Wu Yiyun's qi and blood surged, and he took a step back.

Zhang Chuanhao picked up Zhang Chuanmiao on his back and jumped onto the flat bridge.

Zhao Yanhao forced Wu Yiyun back with one palm, shouted loudly, his body was like a wild man, and he swept towards Nangong Huang Xing with one leg in mid-air.

Nangong Huang Xing didn't have time to stab his opponent with a sword, and he didn't dare to take this earth-shattering leg and came out upside down.

Wu Shaoyuan and Nangong Fu roared in shock, their swords were like cold rui, and they both stabbed at Zhao Yanhao.

Zhao Yanhao struck a "flower finger", suddenly pinched Nangong Fu's sword spine, and with a swing of his hand, he sealed Wu Shaoyuan's soft sword. With a "clang", the "heartless bone" soft sword was like a silver snake being killed, trembling into a cloud of silver-white light and shadow.

"Let's go, carry Senior Dou away!" Zhao Yanhao shouted at Shao Feng.

Shao Feng pulled Qiu Yun's sleeves and grabbed the bridge. Qiu Yun lightly covered his right shoulder and ran behind Zhang Chuanhao, Shao Feng carried Dou Xingkong and followed quickly.

Wu Yiyun shook his arms, jumped to the opposite bank in the air, and suddenly felt that the wind in his palm was splitting his face, like a wall in front of him, so he had to pause his body suddenly, and pushed his palms towards the palm wall, and used his strength to reverse back to the gate of the villa.

Zhao Yanhao had already rushed to block the middle of the bridge, and his fingers were like the wind, sealing several key points next to the injured left waist to avoid excessive blood loss.

Rescuing his companions this time had almost exhausted his life's work, and he was so tired that his face turned pale and he gasped for breath.

"Brother Zhao, you have been injured a lot, why bother?" Wu Shaoyuan stroked his right arm, which was numb from the shock, and although his tone was cold, there was a hint of concern.

"From my point of view, you'll do the same. Zhao Yanhao stared at his eyes and smiled: "Brother Wu, did you say?"

"Alas...... Brother Zhao, I really don't want to be your enemy!" Wu Shaoyuan shook his head.

"Why shouldn't I?" Zhao Yanhao smiled bitterly, raised his breath and rushed to his right arm, but he still felt nothing, and gradually, he felt that his chest began to numb.

Zhao Yanhao secretly complained in his heart. If he had a blade in his hand, his martial arts would have been three points stronger, but he was confident that he would be able to resist the attacks of the masters, but unfortunately, in the duel of Renweiguan and the pursuit of Dongfang Zhen, he had lost a judge's pen one after another, and now he had no blade on his body.

He knew very well in his heart that if he fell, Shao Feng and his party would have no horses, and they would inevitably be caught up soon.

"Brother Zhao, as a friend, I would like to advise you again: give way, don't embarrass your brother!" Wu Shaoyuan was still persuading bitterly.

Zhao Yanhao shook his head.

"Brother Wu, don't talk nonsense with him!" Nangong Fu sneered, rushed to the bridge first, and stabbed Zhao Yanhao in the chest with a sword.

Nangong Huang Xing and Nangong Chihuo were afraid that he would lose, so they held a sword and a spear, and both followed him to attack.

As soon as Zhao Yanhao twisted his waist, Nangong Fu felt a flower in front of him, and the long sword had already stabbed into the air.

Nangong Chihuo shouted violently, and the spear stabbed Zhao Yanhao's throat.

Zhao Yanhao grabbed the head of the gun again, Nangong Huang Xing's body was like electricity, and he deceived himself like a ghost, and he unintentionally inserted the killing move of the willow sword technique, "Jade Girl Throwing Shuttle", snatching the abdomen and stabbing down.

Zhao Yanhao didn't have time to grab the gun, so he had to abandon the head of the gun, pinched the spine of the sword with a "flower finger", and was about to snatch his sword, when he suddenly felt that the opponent's wrist was sharpened, and a huge force came through the sword body, and he couldn't hold it anymore, so he hurriedly abandoned the sword and retreated a step to avoid the disaster of breaking his finger.

As soon as he stood firm, Nangong Fu's sword was like a match, blocking his waist and slashing.

Wu Shaoyuan and Wu Yiyun both jumped up and chased after them.

Wu Yiyun roared, and a split palm in mid-air was issued, which immediately shrouded the range within a radius of one zhang above Zhao Yanhao's head.

Zhao Yanhao was not sure that he could get rid of the enveloping range of this palm, so he had to take it hard.

With a sound of "Peng", Zhao Yanhao staggered back a step, and Wu Yiyun was shocked by the huge force, and the volley flipped upside down, eliminating this huge force, and fell on the bridge deck.

Wu Shaoyuan's Songshan Quick Sword, one of the seventeen styles, sent out the killing move "Flying Dragon Outside the Sky" at the same time, stabbing at Zhao Yanhao's chest like lightning.

Zhao Yanhao took a diagonal step, but he couldn't completely dodge, and with a "poof", he stabbed on his right shoulder, and immediately dyed his right shoulder red.

Zhao Yanhao snorted, and a "dragon claw hand" flashed out, hitting Wu Shaoyuan's left shoulder. With a "click", the shoulder bone shattered, Wu Shaoyuan screamed in pain, his body flew out diagonally, and he fell into the moat with a "plop".

Nangong Fu roared angrily, and a sword stabbed at Zhao Yanhao's throat; Nangong Chihuo shook his wrist, and the red cherry blossoms were like a fire plate, wrapped in the shiny tip of the spear and stabbed Zhao Yanhao's lower abdomen angrily.

Zhao Yanhao pulled out five feet out of thin air, and the spear missed. With a "whoosh", his right leg was slashed by Nangong Fu, but fortunately it did not hurt his muscles and bones.

The yellow shadow flashed, and the figure carried a cold sword light, stabbing down at Zhao Yanhao's lower abdomen in mid-air like lightning.

Zhao Yanhao was at a time when the old power was about to be exhausted and the new power was not born, how could he calmly dodge? At that moment, he took a sharp breath of true qi, and his body floated half a foot sideways like a light smoke.

With a "poof" sound, the sword was hit above the left abdomen, and blood shot out. Fortunately, he only stabbed the edge of the lower abdomen and did not hurt the viscera, Rao is so, Zhao Yanhao also felt a sharp pain in his heart, snorted in pain, and fell to the bridge.

Before he landed, a thousand-armed Guanyin-like figure collided sideways.

Zhao Yanhao saw that the other party's palm shadow was like hemp, vertical and horizontal, and he couldn't distinguish the virtual from the real at all, so he slapped the "seal" word of "Pranya Zen palm" in his left palm and sealed the front of him into a light curtain wall.

There was a loud "bang", and the thousand-armed Guanyin collided with the light curtain wall.

Zhao Yanhao had no roots under his feet, and was immediately shocked and flew out of the way, and fell on his back on the bridge deck.

"Come on!" Wu Yiyun let out a thunderclap-like cry, his hands were shining with silver plates, and the goshawk spun towards Zhao Yanhao's left and right chests like a rabbit.

Seeing that Zhao Yanhao couldn't dodge, but when the light and shadow were about to reach him, his body suddenly slipped back a foot.

"Poof" and "poof" sounded almost at the same time, and two knives as thin as cicada wings had pierced Zhao Yanhao's left and right lower abdomen, and blood shot out.

Wu Yiyun's face was hideous, his eyes were fierce, his wrists shook, and he was ready to slash horizontally with two knives and cut his intestines open.

Suddenly, a kick flew out of nowhere, kicking him heavily in the chest; Wu Yiyun was like a Chinese electric shock, and in the sound of "clicking", the sternum segment was shattered.

This kind of "heart and leg" is the gathering of Zhao Yanhao's life's work, how can Wu Yiyun bear it? Before he could scream out loud, his eyes went dark, and he immediately fainted.

This kick was not heavy, it kicked him straight into the sky, flew diagonally over the heads of Nangong Huang Xing and others, "snapped", and fell heavily in front of the stone steps at the entrance of the villa, his body twitched a few times, and then he was silent.