The days when I was working in the West Factory

Chapter 141

After the shock, the assassin moved his long sword and came straight to Zhao Yu.

Zhao Yu knew all of his deepest hidden killing moves, so today's Zhao Yu and even Zhao Yu's subordinates must die!

"Get out!"

Zhao Yu yelled violently, stopped the warriors who wanted to go forward, and confronted the assassin alone with a knife.

It is estimated that his current internal energy cultivation base can be surpassed by no one except Zhu Wushi.

But Zhao Yu also understands his shortcoming, that is, his moves and body skills are far behind those people.

Originally, embedding flowers and sticks could directly absorb other people's experience in fighting against the enemy, but the damn thing is, Jiang Yuyan took advantage of that woman Yaoyue's magical skills in her wedding dress.

And Zhao Yu's own martial arts talent is horrible, the only way to quickly improve his skills and experience in fighting the enemy is to practice and fight with others.

Zhao Yu had thought of this before, so he confronted Shen Lian and Jiang Yuyan respectively.

But when they fight against themselves, there are always taboos in making moves, so the improvement is not very big for Zhao Yu.

It's all right now, there is an assassin with exquisite and high-quality moves delivered to his door, Zhao Yu naturally won't waste it.

In the blink of an eye, the two got dozens of tricks right.

While deliberately restraining his internal strength, Zhao Yu gradually grasped the rhythm of his moves, and the saber techniques in the Blood Knife Sutra gradually became light and weird.

Of course, the assassin also discovered Zhao Yu's purpose, but now they are strangling together, it is not so easy to escape.

stab...

Just when Zhao Yu forced the assassin back with a single blow, and was about to take advantage of the victory to pursue him, the man dropped the long sword in his hand, and handed out a short knife in his left hand like lightning, passing Zhao Yu's shoulder.

From the very beginning, Zhao Yu was paying attention to this guy's left-handed saber, but even Shangguan Jin Hong almost capsized the boat's left-handed saber, it was not so easy to dodge.

If it hadn't been for Zhao Yu's internal energy bursting out when the blade fell, shaking the dagger away, one of Zhao Yu's arms would have been removed by the assassin at this moment!

"Nima..."

Looking at the blood oozing from his shoulder, Zhao Yu panicked.

Fighting with people to practice moves is a very dangerous job. The previous idea was correct, but it is obviously not suitable for a life-hating coward like him!
The assassin failed to succeed with one blow, and then he turned sideways and rushed towards Zhao Yu's chest with a single blow.

At this moment, the scimitar in Zhao Yu's hand was about to fall, and it was too late to raise his hand again to block the sharp short knife.

"Fuck your grandma..."

Zhao Yu, who had never known martial arts, just held his left hand empty, and a strong internal force burst out from his palm, and rushed towards the assassin in front of him.

"Suction power?!"

The assassin's face changed, and then he resolutely dropped the dagger in his hand, and swept back directly with a movement of his body.

Zhao Yu also abandoned the blood knife in his hand, stretched his hands forward, his ten fingers were clasped into hooks, and a terrifying strength gushed out from his hands.

"do not move!!"

Just when Zhao Yu wanted to drain the guy's internal strength, but didn't want the assassin who was retreating, he reached out and captured a warrior on the periphery.

Although the warrior had practiced the sword skills of Hunyuan Zhenqi and Xue Dao Jing, after all, the time was short, and he was no match for the assassin at all.

In the blink of an eye, the waist knife in his hand was held by the assassin and placed on the warrior's neck.

"Heh...Jing Wuming, do you think this town governor would care about his life or death for a small warrior?"

Zhao Yu paused, then held his right hand empty, took the bloody knife on the ground into his hand, and said contemptuously to the assassin.

Jin Yiwei, in what year will hundreds of NO.80 wrestlers not die?
As a Shangguan, how could he put himself in danger for a small warrior?
It is really not a wise choice to threaten a powerful person like Zhao Yu with Lishi.

"You know who I am?"

The assassin didn't pay attention to the second half of Zhao Yu's words, but was amazed at the omniscience of the man in front of him.

First he revealed the existence of the Qiang Gang, and then he said the killing move of his left-handed saber, and now he even knows his name clearly.

Is Jin Yiwei really so terrifying?
"When I saw the three scars on your face, the governor of this town already knew that it was Shangguan Jinhong who asked you to kill me!"

Zhao Yu brushed the blade of the blood knife with one hand, and said to Jing Wuming with a sneer.

Jing Wuming held the waist saber behind his back with one hand, put the blade across the warrior's neck, looked at Zhao Yu and said sincerely: "Jin Yiwei's eyes and ears are all over the world, seeing him today really deserves his reputation!"

Zhao Yu smiled noncommittally, but quietly moved half a step forward.

"do not move……"

However, this small detail was still noticed by Jing Wuming, and he said that the waist knife in his hand moved a third closer to the wrestler's neck.

"I believe what other people say, but what you Zhao Yu said..."

Jing Wuming sneered, and continued, "If you were the kind of person who didn't care about the life and death of your subordinates, you wouldn't have traveled thousands of miles to return to Longshan to start a killing spree!"

"One life for one life, if you take all your subordinates out for twenty miles, I will naturally let him go, otherwise it will be a dead end!"

"The fish is dead and the net is broken? Then you try... stop, stop, you win!"

Zhao Yu still wanted to grind his mouth, but Jing Wuming on the opposite side raised the waist knife in his hand at this time.

With the blood knife back at his waist, Zhao Yu immediately retreated a few steps.

Jing Wu's fortune-telling is correct. For Zhao Yu, although the warriors from the supervisory headquarters around him are subordinates, they have followed him for such a long time after all.

People are not plants, not to mention that Zhao Yu is not the kind of hero who would rather bear the world.

He will not abandon his subordinates just to kill an innocuous Jing Wuming, even if this person is just a small warrior.

"grown ups……"

Different from what Zhao Yu thought, let alone other wrestlers, even Jin Yichuan felt that Zhao Yu's decision was a bit inappropriate.

Assassinating a superior official, as a subordinate warrior, it is only right and proper to die.

They have been working in Jinyiwei for many years, have they ever seen Shangguan directly let go of the assassin who came to assassinate him for the safety of his subordinates?
Out of your mind? !

After Zhao Yu retreated these few steps, those warriors around him, including the one who was captured by Jing Wuming, showed a trace of inexplicable meaning in their expressions.

Even Ji Wuming had a gleam in his eyes.

"Hahaha……"

Just when Zhao Yu was going to let Jing Wuming go first, the unlucky guy who was caught by Jing Wuming laughed nervously.

Zhao Yu stared at the laughing wrestler, his heart skipped a beat.

puff! !
Just when Zhao Yugang was about to stop him, the warrior laughed, leaned forward suddenly, lowered his head and brushed his neck across the blade in front of him.

A stream of scarlet blood sprayed out, and the blood mist rose up, reflecting a breathtaking and brave picture with the hazy moonlight and snow.

(End of this chapter)