"Go and report the young master, that guy is acting alone." One of the two middle-aged men followed Xiao Yu a hundred meters behind, one of whom sneered.
"Hmph, it's really tiring that a little martial artist dares to go against the young master. I guess the young master has thought of many ways to kill him, Jie Jie." Another middle-aged man sneered and walked away quickly.
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"Have you gone to report the news?" Xiao Yu raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and then walked on the street pretending not to know anything.
"Huh, kid, it's time for you to die." The middle-aged man snorted coldly and followed.
To the north of Feng Mo City, there is an extremely luxurious mansion. On the left side of the gate of the mansion, stands a huge stone sword. On the blade of the stone sword, the two characters "Sword Sect" are written boldly.
Within the Sword Sect, a middle-aged man sneered: "Young Master, the opportunity has come."
A cold smile appeared on Yan Song's face, and he took a sip of tea, "Very good, call Uncle Cheng. Boy, you should never go against me, Yan Song, in this life."
The middle-aged man also smiled coldly, as if he had seen Xiao Yu's tragic death.
"Did he want to escape?" The middle-aged man who was following Xiao Yu watched Xiao Yu walking toward the city gate and laughed disdainfully.
Escape? Of course Xiao Yu will not escape.
Only a fool would fight Yan Song in the city. Once the commotion became louder, the strong men of the Sword Sect would not take action and would kill him.
Once the city is captured and Yan Song is lured outside the city, even if Yan Song is killed, he can escape unscathed. Moreover, Yan Song also possesses body-refining martial arts, which kills two birds with one stone.
Xiao Yu walked out of the city calmly, while the middle-aged man was waiting at the city gate. After a while, Yan Song, another middle-aged man and the old man from before rushed over.
Yan Song frowned, "He left the city?"
The middle-aged man following Xiao Yu said: "Even if you leave the city, you can't escape."
Yan Song sneered, "Chai, I can't let that kid go no matter what today."
"Yes." The three people around Yan Song nodded.
Then, the four of them chased out of the city.
Xiao Yu looked back and couldn't help but feel that those guys were really slow and they hadn't caught up yet.
Xiao Yu looked at the mountains with thick white mist in the distance, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and then quickened his pace and left.
"Master, I can already feel that guy's breath. He's not far from us." The old man said.
"Very good, speed up." Yan Song smiled coldly and urged Wu Yuan to pursue him with all his strength.
At this time, Xiao Yu was sitting on a piece of bluestone, his eyes were slightly closed, and the power of his soul was scattered. Then, he opened his eyes and said softly: "Are you catching up?"
As soon as Xiao Yu finished speaking, four figures appeared next to Xiao Yu, surrounding Xiao Yu.
"Haha... Now I see you can't escape. Xue Feng is backing you up. What else do you have?" Yan Song laughed loudly. He had been holding it in for so long and could finally vent. Can he not be happy?
Xiao Yu glanced at the four people. The strongest one was the old man, who was already a strong one-yuan martial artist. The two middle-aged men were both seven-yuan martial arts masters. The weakest one was Yan Song, a five-yuan martial arts master.
A month or two ago, Xiao Yu might have been extremely afraid of the powerful one-yuan martial spirit, but now, he is fully capable of killing him.
Xiao Yu stood up, stretched, yawned, and said lightly: "You are really slow."
"What?" Yan Song was stunned. Not only Yan Song, but the other three were also stunned.
"Haha, I think you are scared," a middle-aged man suddenly laughed.
"Are you waiting for us?" The old man suddenly thought of something, frowned, and asked.
Upon hearing the old man's words, Yan Song and the two middle-aged men were stunned.
Xiao Yu smiled and said: "As expected of a strong martial artist, you immediately discovered that I did it on purpose."
"You...bastard" Yan Song couldn't help but become furious when he heard Xiao Yu's joking tone, and martial energy surged through his body.
"Young Master, this guy seems to be not simple, so be careful," the old man reminded hurriedly and cautiously.
"Humph, he's just a low-level martial artist. Could it be that Uncle Cheng is scared?" Yan Song stared at the old man.
The old man was stunned and said: "Of course not, just be careful with the Wannian Ship."
Yan Song snorted and said to the two middle-aged people, "I'll give you a chance to show off."
The two middle-aged men looked at each other and smiled, then urged Wu Yuan to run towards Xiao Yu with a sneer.
Xiao Yu stroked Xiaoqing's tiger hair, and Xiaoqing jumped onto the bluestone. This time, he did not turn into a giant tiger, but lay on the bluestone as if waiting for a good show.
Xiao Yu sneered, his martial arts surged, and his aura suddenly rose to the level of a six-yuan martial artist. Then, a big knife suddenly appeared in his hand and slashed hard at the two middle-aged men who were rushing towards him.
The two middle-aged men hurriedly stepped out of the way, and Xiao Yu shouted in a low voice: "Wuxuanbian"
Immediately afterwards, Xiao Yu's aura increased to the peak of the Nine Yuan Martial Arts Master in the blink of an eye. Feeling the sudden increase in Xiao Yu's aura, the two middle-aged people were shocked. Yan Song and the old man were also shocked.
A smile appeared on the corner of Xiao Yu's mouth, and he concentrated Wu Yuan on the broadsword and slashed it towards a middle-aged man. A huge sword shadow fell from the air.
The middle-aged man had just come back to his senses and was horrified. Just as he was about to dodge, he found that his mind seemed to be hit by someone. He was dizzy. In less than a second, the middle-aged man had already been chopped into pieces.
There were two halves, and a huge ravine appeared on the ground.
"What?" Yan Song and others were all shocked. How could they kill a seven-yuan martial artist with such a simple sword?
The other middle-aged man's eyes widened and he was completely stunned. Xiao Yu didn't give the middle-aged man any chance. He raised his sword again and slashed it down.
The shadow of the knife suddenly fell, and dust was flying on the ground. Xiao Yu frowned, "Has he been stopped?"
The dust receded, and the old man blocked Xiao Yu's sword shadow with a long sword in his hand. The middle-aged man's face was pale. If the old man hadn't taken action just now, I'm afraid he would have been split in half.
"You do have good strength and good talent, but it's all coming to an end," the old man said, holding a long sword in his hand and staring at Xiao Yu coldly.
The corners of Xiao Yu's mouth turned up, "Really? Let's wait and see."
"Hmph, even if you use secret techniques to increase your strength, it can only last for a period of time. I am a genuine one-yuan martial spirit." The old man hummed: "If you offend my sword sect, you will die."
Xiao Yu seemed a little impatient and said: "It's really long-winded. In that case, let's do it."
The old man's eyes darkened, and his martial energy was instantly concentrated on the long sword. "This long sword, I am a weapon. You should feel honored to die on this weapon."
"Is that a weapon? It's really different." Xiao Yu stared at the long sword and murmured in his heart.