After a closer look, Zhao Yu found that it was different after all. The "self" in front of him is a little taller, his face is whiter, and he is stiff in every detail, especially his eyes are much worse. These nuances are extremely difficult to find unless they are acquaintances, but Zhao Yu does not have the vice of self-pity in the mirror, and he was shocked when he looked at it from a distance.

He hooked his fingers on the flying knife, and said with a low smile: "Girl, it's not a good habit for you to pretend to be me and go around making trouble!"

The fake "Zhao Yu" snorted, jumped a step sideways, and said in surprise: "How do you know that I am a woman?" The voice was crisp and pleasant, revealing her own gender.

Zhao Yu pointed to her waist, where the corner of the sachet was revealing between the outer robes, and he said: "If it is a man, unless the rabbit master is a father, who is willing to carry this thing on his body!"

"Good boy, the eyes are very thief!" The fake "Zhao Yu" glanced at the deity, and snorted lightly, but his eyes suddenly froze, it turned out that Zhao Yu raised his hand, and a little cold light appeared between his fingers, reaching her throat.

"Who are you? What is your idea? Let's be honest, my flying knife is very fast, you can't dodge!" Zhao Yu stared at the woman for a long time.

After being slightly stunned, the fake Zhao Yu dropped the sword to show that he had no malicious intent, turned around and poured water from the skin under Zhao Yu's vigilant gaze, washed off the decoration on his face, and then turned around to be a beautiful girl in her twenties.

Her eyebrows are like green daisy, her eyes are like cold stars, the bridge of her nose is straight, and the corners of her mouth are slightly raised, but her skin is less bloody, and she is as white as jade. Although Zhao Yu has not yet reached the age of being tempted by beauty, when he suddenly saw this beautiful face, he couldn't help but breathe, and sighed: "My sister is so good-looking, why bother to pretend to be like me?"

The bridge of the woman's nose wrinkled slightly, and she said angrily: "Do you want to pretend to be you to cause trouble?" It's not that you kid has superb escape skills, and there was no news since he escaped from Fangjiabao that day. I had no other way but to pretend to be you to swagger, and instead of luring you out, I attracted a few chasing soldiers, and I really fought a few times. Now that your little demon lord's name is the most beautiful in the Central Plains, I haven't complained yet, what are you still dissatisfied with?"

Zhao Yu saw her frowning and complaining about her own amorous demeanor, and hurriedly lowered her head to secretly exclaim, after hearing this, her mind suddenly changed, and she hurriedly asked: "You were in Fangjiabao that day? Could it be that you threw a branch to help me?"

"Who else but me will save you, little demon demon!" the woman raised her chin, revealing a bit of rare coquettishness.

"Thank you sister for your help!" Zhao Yu hurriedly bowed his hand and asked, "What is my sister looking for me for?"

He asked, but his mind turned. This woman's disguise technique can be called a miraculous skill, and even her own manners and tones are imitated vividly, and she must have been carefully observed. Especially in front of more than 100 people in the rivers and lakes, she fell into the face of the Emei faction, which was already the target of everyone, but she took the risk of pretending to be herself and swaggering around, just to find herself, this intention is really worth pondering.

The woman said, "Don't be foolish, I have come to you for two purposes. One is to try your weird swordsmanship, and the other is to teach me a lesson about how you kid messed with me!"

Before Zhao Yu could speak, the woman had already picked up the sword and pointed at it and said, "Put away your secret weapon and take out the sword." I don't need internal strength, I just want to see your swordsmanship. ”

Zhao Yu just saw that the woman showed strong martial arts, and he was not an opponent, and this woman's qi locked on him from afar, making it a little difficult for him to breathe. In desperation, he had to put away his flying knife and draw his sword.

When the woman saw this, her sword buzzed and stabbed her chest. Zhao Yu knew that his internal force was profound, and although he had an agreement not to use his internal force, he didn't dare to shoot directly, so he stepped forward and cast a sword sticky trick. Before the two swords touched, the woman's arm flipped the tip of the sword and picked Zhao Yu's wrist, and at the same time snorted coldly: "Don't hide it, use your true skills!

Zhao Yu knew that her swordsmanship was not a lie, so he immediately recited the method of purifying the heart in the Qi Cultivation Method, and once again immersed himself in the realm of mourning. He's been thinking about the Sword of Chaos for the past few days, and now he has an excellent opponent to fight, and it couldn't be better!

When Zhao Yu immersed herself in the realm of mourning, the woman quickly noticed that she felt the pressure of Zhao Yu's sword momentum, her face changed slightly, but her eyes showed joy, and the long sword slashed horizontally.

Due to the practice of pure swordsmanship without internal force, Zhao Yu simply let go of his mind completely, and only copied the post in his own study, and transported the sword according to the content of the funeral post.

The woman's martial arts are profound, and her feelings about the changes in Zhao Yu's sword momentum are much deeper than those of Jing Xu, and when his sword momentum moves, he feels a wave of grief and indignation surging in essence, and his mind is almost lost for a while, so he hurriedly retreats sideways to avoid it. When she withdrew from the range of Zhao Yu's sword dance, she breathed a sigh of relief, remembering that she was going to try people's swordsmanship just now, and now she was forced to retreat if she couldn't make a move, and her pretty face couldn't help but give birth to a trace of shame. After a while, she was attracted by Zhao Yu's flowing swordsmanship, and she couldn't take her eyes off.

The pressure exerted by the woman made Zhao Yu unprecedentedly focused, his eyes only moved with the tip of the sword, and his mood was pathetic, and he didn't even realize that he had already lost his opponent. At the beginning, he was able to control the force and not move the internal force, and gradually the intention to go with the situation, the body and the mind are together, the qi pulse is greatly vibrating, and the internal force is like a cloud out of Xiu between the sword blades, with the sword as the pen, the internal force is the ink, and the Zhou Tian is a plain case paper scroll, and gradually gives birth to the ruthlessness of the heavens, and wants to cleanse the world of grief and anger!

A scattered sword qi broke through the air, and the woman swung her sword to defeat the sword qi, and retreated a few steps again to avoid being caught up in Zhao Yu's powerful sword momentum. The intense interest in her eyes had turned to surprise, but after a few days, Zhao Yu's sword strength was several points stronger than that of Fang Jiabao! Such a terrifying speed of refinement completely violated the common sense of martial arts!

Women are arrogant and arrogant, even if they are in the face of the respect of Xian Yutong, they have a basis for advancing and retreating, and they are fighting hard, but when facing Zhao Yu, they are not afraid of fighting at all. In her opinion, Zhao Yu's sword moves are full of loopholes and can't even be called swordsmanship, and she can come up with dozens of ways to crack this sword move with a twist of thought, but every time she takes a step forward, she feels that she has undergone earth-shaking changes, and she can't grasp where Zhao Yu's sword will come from!

Zhao Yu's sword dance is gradually coming to an end, and his sword momentum is also piled up to the extreme, and even he can't stand it anymore and is difficult to control. The originally light and nimble sword suddenly became a thousand pounds, and when the last sword was lifted, it was so heavy that it was unsustainable, his expression was hideous and painful, his body was full of blood, and his already tense heartstrings were as precarious as spider silk!

The woman noticed Zhao Yu's abnormality, and couldn't help but be surprised: "You can go crazy with your sword, you are really weird!"

She rushed forward and was about to wake up Zhao Yu, but saw Zhao Yu suddenly let out an unwilling roar, the sword blade suddenly picked up, and the momentum suddenly exploded, and the dazzling white light on the sword blade pierced into the soil with a thud!

"It's ...... Sword Mang!" The woman was dumbfounded, and froze in place for a moment.

After this sword was picked out, Ji Yu's anger in Zhao Yu's chest suddenly had a channel to vent, and a large amount of internal force gushed out. He was relieved, knowing that his sword of chaos had finally deduced to the realm of Xiaocheng. At the same time as his mind relaxed, his high-speed internal breath suddenly lost its restraint, and it burst into chaos, and the blood attacked his heart, and his mouth and nose were covered with blood. In a panic, he was about to restrain the disordered internal breath again, but he didn't know that the breath in his body was getting more and more chaotic, and the stinging pain around his body was unbearable, and it was difficult to parry and fainted!

Seeing that Zhao Yu had finally lost her momentum, the woman rushed up and put her palm against his back to enter an internal force to protect her heart, but she said lightly: "This is actually ...... No, it's still a little different!"

In the wilderness, it is by no means a good place for pranayama and healing, the woman temporarily suppressed Zhao Yu's chaotic boiling qi and blood with superb internal force, and then held him up with her arms and left quickly.

There is a manor outside the city of Zhengzhou, surrounded by mountains and rivers, with beautiful scenery. The manor was peaceful and peaceful, like a paradise in troubled times, full of women, and the only man lay asleep on the bed with his eyes closed.

The woman who pretended to be Zhao Yu before has changed back into women's clothes, and she is even more gentle and beautiful in a yellow shirt. She leaned on a Taishi chair next to the bed, her eyebrows could not hide her tiredness, and a pair of eyes lingered on Zhao Yu, who was sleeping on the bed.

A maid walked into the room with a medicine bowl in her hand and said in a low voice, "Miss, the medicine has been decocted." ”

The woman in the yellow shirt turned her head and said, "Put it on the table first, and feed him later." ”

After the maid put the medicine bowl on the table, she whispered, "Miss, you haven't slept well for three days and nights, go and rest first." This little boy just needs to be taken care of by us. ”

The woman in the yellow shirt shook her head and said, "His internal injuries are strange, obviously the meridians are injured and the blood and qi are dissipating, but there is still a ball of vigorous vitality wandering, it is not an ordinary madness. Your martial arts are not enough, and you may not be able to take care of him. ”

The maid was suspicious again: "The maid has never seen the young lady so interested in anyone, what is the identity of this little boy?"

The woman in the yellow shirt glared at the maid angrily, and scolded, "What are you all thinking!

The maid stuck out the tip of her tongue and said playfully, "I didn't say anything......"

The woman in the yellow shirt said angrily: "He went crazy, more or less because of me." Moreover, I have always wanted to practice the family tradition, and I still have to ask him for advice on some things......"

At this time, Zhao Yu on the bed suddenly snorted. The woman in the yellow shirt hurriedly stood up, her fingertips on his veins, and frowned after a while, "Why is the injury getting worse again?"

After a moment of silence, she said to the maid, "Prepare the carriage, I must take him back to the ancient tomb!"

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Why do you have to guess Zhao Min? Her martial arts skills are obviously not so high, right?