There was no flying knife shooting in front of them for a long time, and the Mongolian military attachés guessed some clues, and shouted happily: "His hidden weapon is shooting light, everyone work hard!"

And the monks who were originally hiding behind also stood up and shouted arrogantly: "Hurry up and stop the boat, hand over that child, and the Buddhas will spare your life." Otherwise, I will teach you to die without a place to bury!"

Zhao Yu listened to the monk's voice as loud as a bell, thinking that the internal force must not be weak. And he usually fights against people, and what he relies on is his superb internal skills, but this time he has no advantage at all. pondering the words of the monk again, I thought that now on the river, if the dead body falls into the river, there is really no place to bury it. Thinking about it like this, I think it's a little funny.

Seeing that the boat showed no signs of stopping, the monk beckoned to take the bow, drew the bow and set the string, and the arrows shot actually brought a sharp sound of breaking the air!

Zhao Yu's heart tightened, picked up the wooden plank and shot down two arrows that were fired from the front, and the wooden plank was also shattered! However, two arrows passed over him and shot into the cabin, and he turned his head to look in a hurry, but saw Zhou Zhiruo who had already drilled out of the cabin at some point, and was lying on his father's corpse and crying bitterly.

Hearing the sound of breaking the air in his ears again, Zhao Yu turned around again, and two more arrows were shot, if he dodged, he was bound to shoot the person behind him. Simply put his heart horizontally, a pair of fleshy palms violently grasped the two arrows, and then felt the heat in the palm of his hand, and the pain of drilling his heart!

The power of these two arrows was so powerful that Zhao Yu's body took off and hit his back on the cabin. It's just that he gritted his teeth and didn't let go, a pair of fleshy palms had been ground off a layer of skin and flesh by the arrow shaft, but he finally took the two arrows down. However, Zhao Yu's arrows were also extremely sore, and he no longer had the confidence to catch the arrows empty-handed, so he flipped back and fell back to the bow of the ship.

Chang Yuchun saw Zhao Yu receiving the arrow with his bare hands, and he didn't say anything but nodded to him. At this time, the enemy ship had already rushed to within a few zhang, and there was no hope of getting rid of it, so he stopped rowing and held two oars to take Zhao Yu's place.

Seeing that the battle was about to start, Zhao Yu held down Zhou Zhiruo, who was crying bitterly, stuffed her under the corpse of Zhou Chuanfu, tore open her clothes and wrapped her bloody hands, held two arrows, and waited for the enemy ship to approach and jump on to kill the enemy.

The two ships were a foot away, and the Mongols on the big ship fired another round of arrows. At such a close distance, no matter how exquisite Zhao Yu's body technique was, he couldn't avoid it all, and he was hit by an arrow in his left shoulder and thigh.

The two ships collided, and the Mongols jumped over one after another, brandishing steel knives and slashing at Zhao Yu. Just now they chased after them in the rear, and several people died in the hands of Zhao Yu, this moment naturally attracted the most hatred, but Chang Yuchun only two Mongolian officers rushed up, and he casually knocked them into the water and rushed to help Zhao Yu.

Zhao Yu picked up the arrow in his right hand, and the cluster of arrows pierced through the military attaché's chin, revealing the top of his head! Then he picked up the long knife that fell from the military attaché's hand and swept it out, and several military attachés were swept into the water before they could stand still.

When those chasing soldiers saw Zhao Yu hit several arrows, they thought that he was already at the end of the crossbow, and they all wanted to capture him alive and grab the first credit, but they didn't expect that he would be so brutal after being injured, so they couldn't help but take a few steps back. The two monks came up and slapped Zhao Yu with a few palms.

Zhao Yu heard that the palm wind was terrible, and in a hurry, he just avoided the vital point, jumped up and split a monk from the top of his head!

At the critical moment, if he was too slow to lose his life, although Zhao Yu received a slap, his movements became faster and faster, and he pulled a military attache to block several knives in front of him. At this time, Chang Yuchun had already killed from the side, Zhao Yu's pressure decreased, and he turned over and faced the monk with a palm. The two palms collided without fancy, and the monk took a few steps back, while Zhao Yu's feet were nailed to the deck, not a single step back, and when the monk was not stable, he slashed his throat with a knife!

After the monk fell, Zhao Yu spurted out a mouthful of blood. He stubbornly held the palm power of the monk, although he was injured and injured, he finally grabbed a chance to kill!

Before he could pause, he joined the battle group again, but his movements were no longer as agile. However, the image of him harvesting human lives like a Shura was already terrifying, and no one dared to stop him for a while!

Despite this, he and Chang Yuchun were finally at the end of the crossbow, and for a while they had the upper hand due to the convenience of the narrow boat, but it was difficult to fight for a long time. However, there are more than ten military attaches and two monks on the opposite ship, and there is no chance of winning this battle!

Zhao Yu reluctantly swung his knife to slash at the front door, but was stabbed again between the ribs. He blink his eyes and saw Chang Yuchun being knocked down in the morning, struggling with his fists and kicks. He stepped forward, cut down several people, rescued Chang Yuchun, and said: "I have tried my best, and there is no more life!"

Chang Yuchun's expression was hideous, and his voice was dry: "It's a young man......

The corners of Zhao Yu's mouth twitched, and he said, "If I don't want to be affected, I won't be affected." He used to inject an internal force into his body to help him recover some energy.

Chang Yuchun's eyes widened, and he couldn't imagine that after a hard battle and being injured one after another, Zhao Yu still had the strength to spare! He didn't know that Zhao Yu's practice of qi cultivation was a true Taoist tradition, and the first important qi vein was long, especially when he used the Great Hui to return to the strength of the Dan foundation, which is rare in the world! He was frustrated for a while, but he was full of resilience.

Zhao Yufang was about to say something, but he saw a figure with big sleeves fluttering in the air, and it was the old man who saw it retreating. At this time, I don't know what the idea is, but I came up again.

The old man's long sleeves rolled up, and several military attachés on the small boat flew back to the big ship. Seeing this, the two monks were about to rise, and the old man waved his arms in a semicircle, and he couldn't move in the same place!

Zhao Yu saw that Lao Dao showed such a magic skill, and he was stunned when he was stunned. He had never seen a person whose martial arts were so high in his life, and in a trance he thought that he had seen a god.

Those Mongols saw that the old way was so high-level, they didn't dare to step forward again, and after rescuing a few of their comrades who had fallen into the water, they fled in a hurry.

Chang Yuchun was shocked by the old Dao's miraculous skills, but after a while, he woke up and got into the cabin, but suddenly exclaimed: "Little boy...... Shoot them to death!"

Zhao Yu poked his head into the cabin and saw that the little boy had an arrow stuck in his back, and the blood was congealed, and he should have been dead for a long time. His heart jumped suddenly, and he rushed back to open Zhou Chuanfu's body, but saw Zhou Zhiruo face down, half of his body was wet with blood, and said in a trembling voice: "Are you dead?"

Zhou Zhiruo heard Zhao Yu's voice, her shoulders trembled, she turned over, her face was already full of tears, and she looked at Zhao Yu and said mournfully: "Daddy, daddy is dead......

Seeing that the little girl was fine, Zhao Yu breathed a sigh of relief, and out of the corner of his eyes, he saw Chang Yuchun holding the corpse of the little boy crying and fainting. I thought that this fight was all because of the little boy, and in the end, Zhou Chuanfu died sideways, and he was also wounded, and in the end he still did not save his life. What is the significance of this danger?

Thinking of this, he felt like a pile of weeds stuffed in his chest, and he heard a military attache lying in a pool of blood under the side of the ship still moaning. He rushed forward, smashed the military attaché's throat with one palm, and threw him into the water like weed. Without spinning the heel, a large blood flower blooms in the ripples.

"Alas......"

Zhao Yu heard a sigh, looked back, and saw the old Taoist looking at himself with a complicated expression and said: "I saw that although you are a young man, your martial arts are handsome, it is a pity to die so easily, so I came to help." It's just that you're so young, but you're so murderous, and I don't know if I did the right thing with this move. ”

When Zhao Yu heard Lao Dao's words, his pupils shrank, and he remembered that Lao Dao had just shown his amazing martial arts, and his heart moved, and he asked, "Are you Zhang Sanfeng of Wudang Mountain?"

The old Taoist nodded and said, "The old Taoist is Zhang Sanfeng." ”

Seeing that he had guessed correctly, Zhao Yu had no joy on his face, but just sneered and said: "Zhang Zhenren, you can see it with all your eyes, these Tartars are not as simple as inviting me to eat wine and drink tea." If they are born and they can kill me, but I can't kill them?"

Zhang Sanfeng didn't expect Zhao Yu's words to be so sharp, and after a moment of silence, he said: "He has no strength to resist, and killing him is not done by a chivalrous person." ”

Zhao Yu picked up the body of the little boy from the arms of the fainting Chang Yuchun, and asked, "He is so small, does he have the strength to resist?"

"It's only to blame this child for being born a remnant of the Demon Sect. This time, Zhang Sanfeng answered quickly.

Zhao Yu smiled and said, "Zhang Zhenren, you have lived for more than 100 years, and you have never seen anything in the world? I would like to hear from you, what kind of things did the Demon Sect do that anger and resentment of the heavens? It is even more hateful than the Tartars who are ravaging Shenzhou? Even a mere five or six-year-old demon cub deserves to die?"

"I am really grateful for your help just now, but I don't feel happy with some words in my heart. You let them go without killing any of them, I know that your Wudang faction has a great cause and doesn't want to cause more trouble. Zhao Yu paused, and then said: "Zhang Zhenren, you are a famous Wudang master, a martial arts master, but that's all! No matter which god and Buddha you offer in Wudang, you are also worthy of mixing with those clay sculpture embryos!"

Zhang Sanfeng heard Zhao Yu's repeated questions, but he didn't know how to answer for a while. When he lived to such an age, his state of mind was already quite open-minded, and he did not take the distinction between good and evil very seriously like ordinary Jianghu people. It's just that some things have happened in recent years that have changed his mood a little. These inside stories are not easy to explain to this unknown young man.

After a moment of silence, he said to Zhao Yu with a straight face, and said: "What Xiaoyou taught me is that the old Taoist didn't think about it carefully, and he was reckless in his speech. Then he shook the bodies of Chang Yuchun and the little boy, and admitted his mistake very sincerely.

Zhao Yu saw that Zhang Sanfeng was not only angry, but also apologized in turn, and froze there for a while.

He asked repeatedly, but he didn't like what he said, but he didn't have any dissatisfaction with Zhang Sanfeng. Besides, in the end, Zhang Sanfeng still rescued them, and he should be grateful. It's just that seeing Zhou Chuanfu and Xiao Gongzi die tragically one after another, there is nowhere to vent an evil fire in his heart, and Zhang Sanfeng's few words have become the fuse again, so he desperately wants to vent the danger of being slapped half to death by Zhang Sanfeng.

He was stunned for a long time before he seriously saluted Zhang Sanfeng and said: "The kid is speechless, offending Zhang Zhenren, I really don't know what to do." It's just that this Uncle Zhou suffered this catastrophe because of my involvement, and there are many resentments in my heart......"

Zhou Zhiruo cried: "Daddy was killed by the Tartars, not by you!"

Zhao Yu looked down and saw the little girl's sad appearance, bent down and patted her shoulder, and said in a low voice: "If you have to send me north, you will not suffer this misfortune, and I will have to bear a responsibility no matter what." Before Uncle Zhou died, I promised him to take care of you, so don't worry about having no support in the future. ”

Zhang Sanfeng heard Zhao Yu comforting the little girl like this, and said in his heart that although this young man is murderous, he can take responsibility, know how to advance and retreat, and his temperament is radical but he can justify himself, and although he is young, he has a good cultivation, so many advantages. Thinking about it like this, the evil feeling originally born from Zhao Yu's killing of the Tartar has weakened a lot.

At this time, a weak and immature voice came from the river behind him: "Master, have the Tartars been driven away?"

Hearing this call, warmth appeared on Zhang Sanfeng's face, and he turned around and said, "Wuji will wait for a while, and Master Tai will go over immediately." ”

He turned his head and said to Zhao Yu: "This ship is full of blood, it is difficult to stay for a long time, why not move to my ship?"

Zhao Yu saw that the boat was already soaked in blood and water, and there were many stumps and broken arms, so he nodded and agreed.

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