The three-foot sword in the autumn wind cuts through the sky with one breath.
"boom!!"
After a violent collision, Luo Qingyang and Yan Zhantian flew out again.
In this close encounter, they did not gain any advantage. Zhao Shouyi's progress was rapid, far beyond their expectations.
"Take action!!"
Yan Zhantian, who was swept away by Zhao Shou, saw the people below watching, and couldn't help but shouted angrily.
Zhao Shouyi's experience in fighting with others was rising rapidly, so fast that both of them were frightened. A very important reason why they were willing to stay and fight again was that Zhao Shouyi had little experience in close combat with others.
The powerful power of the Fugue cannot be fully used, otherwise the two of them would have no chance to survive the last time.
However, Yan Zhantian may not have thought that in the last fight, it was not that Zhao Shouyi could not kill the two of them, but that he did not kill them painfully.
Even though his experience in fighting against others is somewhat lacking, some moves, especially those with a very large range, can instantly destroy the combat power of those below the Fugue Mysterious Realm.
Su Changhe, Xie Qidao, Su Muyu, and the four elders of Wushuang City who were outside no longer hesitated. All of a sudden, they flew with all their big moves, including Fist Gang, Sword Formation, and Dao Gang, as if they were free of charge.
Zhao Shou, who had lost his temper, hit him.
Even the umbrella-carrying ghost Su Muyu also adopted a more extreme method, close combat.
"Your courage is commendable! But I don't have time to waste with you anymore!"
Eighteen sharp needle-shaped blades shot out from the black umbrella, which looked like long swords as thin as willow leaves. They were Su Muyu's famous Eighteen Sword Formation.
Zhao Shou stepped forward in the air, as if he had stepped on the ground, his body swayed, and he shot out.
Su Muyu's expression changed. Now that he had finally formed a siege, he could not let Zhao Shou launch such a big move again and again.
Even the simple Qingcheng Mountain Infinite Sword would be a disaster for them.
"go!!"
Su Muyu pointed the long sword in his hand, and the remaining flying swords surrounding him flashed with dark light, surrounding Zhao Shouyi again.
"Sword array??"
Zhao Shou frowned, his way was blocked and he had to stop.
"Anhe Su Muyu, please give me some advice!!"
Su Muyu stepped forward, and with the help of the Eighteen Sword Formation, he gained the ability to temporarily volley.
Zhao Shou glanced at the attacks that were coming forward and shook his head inwardly. These attacks were nothing to him, and any of his casual blows had such power.
But after all, I am a mortal body, not a vajra indestructible. The great monk of Jiulong Temple, who has cultivated a vajra body, can indeed ignore ordinary attacks, but he will never dare to continue to ignore the sword wielded by the sword fairy.
Zhao Shou stood in mid-air and slowly stretched out his hand, as if playing the piano.
Su Muyu suddenly narrowed his eyes and his heart skipped a beat. The person in front of him was already close at hand, and he had no intention of drawing out his sword yet, but his heartstrings involuntarily tightened at this moment.
Feeling the hairs standing on end on the back of her neck, Su Muyu hesitated for a moment, gritted her teeth, and gave up the opportunity to bully her. Instead, she only controlled the eighteen flying swords to injure the enemy.
Following the movement of Zhao Shou's finger, a strange Tao Yun suddenly rose up in the sky and earth.
The sky suddenly lit up, and a sky-reaching wind pillar descended from the sky. The weather, which had initially changed due to Zhao Shouyi's immeasurable sword, also cleared up at this time.
The wind column rotated, and the wind rolled up was like an infinite sharp blade, instantly knocking away the eighteen willow leaf swords controlled by Su Muyu.
Then he crushed the fists and swords coming from the air.
Speaking of which, this wind pillar is different from ordinary tornadoes. Ordinary tornadoes are born towards the ground, and their roots are on the ground. However, the root of the wind pillar summoned by Zhao Shouyi, which is the eye of the wind, is on the ground.
Zhao Shouyi himself.
"This is??"
When Su Changhe and others saw this wind pillar falling from the sky, it crushed their attack with a devastating power. Their expressions suddenly changed. They didn't dare to hesitate. They stepped down and quickly dispersed in all directions.
"The mood of the wind!"
Yan Zhantian's tone turned cold. This time, he felt it more clearly.
He has also comprehended the same artistic conception, so he knows very well how far this artistic conception reaches.
“Go back to the inn!!”
Su Changhe looked at the young Taoist priest standing in the air, his eyes flickered twice, and he said in a deep voice.
Now he has understood how difficult Zhao Shouyi is. If they continue to fight outside, their chances of winning are too low. Even if they fight together, it is almost impossible for them to have an advantage.
When Xie Qidao heard Su Changhe's words, a trace of unwillingness appeared on his face. He knew what Su Changhe meant. He was just relying on the two little Taoist priests in the inn and the back-ups left in advance.
Making such a choice means that these people do not have an advantage in the encirclement. A dozen people are surrounding one person, so they still do not have an advantage. For Anhe, this is an unprecedented shame.
Yan Zhantian and Luo Qingyang looked at each other. Without saying anything, they stepped forward and rushed into the inn. At this moment, they were not allowed to have any other choice.
If they continue to fight, there will be no other results for them.
When several elders of Wushuang City saw the actions of Yan Zhantian and Luo Qingyang, they no longer hesitated, stepped down and rushed towards the inn.
Not to mention the people in Anhe, they had already started to take action when Su Changhe made a sound.
They are killers, but they don't know the moral principles of the world.
But they have their own plans, and Zhao Shouyi also has his own actions.
He didn't seem to be too surprised by the plans of these people. People tend to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages. This is human nature.
The inn in front of you is not small, it is the largest one nearby. It has three floors and is similar in size to the previous largest restaurant in Beauty Village, but in terms of luxury, it is far inferior.
It is said that the sword of the swordsman can span an eternity, but when it comes to actual battles, there are not many people who demolish buildings, and there are even fewer people like Li Hanyi.
Because no one will do that useless work.
Especially in life-and-death battles, the higher the strength, the more people know how not to waste.
The people hiding in the inn probably thought so too. Together with Li Fansong and Fei Xuan, they concluded that Zhao Shouyi would not attack the inn, so the previous scene happened.
However, some things cannot be explained by common sense. Just as they plotted against Zhao Shouyi, Zhao Shouyi also understood the other party's psychology. Although these people did not know the reason for stopping them here, the purpose was obvious.
Therefore, they will not let anything happen to Li Fansong and Feixuan until something happens to them. Once they lose this trump card and no longer have any restrictions on their actions, it will be a nightmare for them.
Because they can retreat, none of them can afford this result.
"Let me see what's wrong with this inn!!"
Zhao Shou waved his hands one by one, and the wind pillar tore through the space, and the electric light flashed, moving towards the inn.