The days when I was working in the West Factory

Chapter 370 Battle against Nameless
Feng Lidao, who had narrowly escaped death, didn't dare to stay for a moment anymore, turned around and went straight to the direction of Chengtianmen.

And Zhao Yu, who was standing with his sword away, was not in a hurry to chase Feng Lidao.

He knew very well in his heart that no one he wanted to kill today would be missed!
"God has the virtue of loving life, why do you commit murder in vain?"

At this moment, a figure floated across the city and appeared not far from Zhao Yu.

"nameless?"

Zhao Yu narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at the person in front of him, and unconsciously revealed the person's background.

The person in front of him who shattered Zhao Yudao's light with his sword was the Wuming who easily defeated Juewushen and Qiangushaluo outside Fengtian Temple a month ago!
but……

so what? !
Zhao Yu turned the snow drink slightly in his hand, and a touch of coldness flashed on the blade.

"I don't want your Zhonghua Pavilion to die, get out of the way immediately!"

Zhao Yu, who was holding a knife, narrowed his eyes slightly, staring at this so-called martial arts myth, and said in a cold voice.

"All the way here, there are so many innocent dead souls in the capital, if you let go of the hatred in your heart and retreat..."

After Wuming folded his hands, he looked at Zhao Yu calmly and began to preach.

"innocent?"

Zhao Yu heard that, before Wuming finished speaking, he laughed wildly, and pointed his left hand in the direction of the outer city behind him.

"Great virtuous man, there are hundreds of widows in robes and widows in our supervisory headquarters, all of whom are women, children, old and young. When they were innocently beheaded, why didn't I see you stand up and say such nonsense!!"

Zhao Yuyue spoke louder, and when the last sentence fell, some of the front-runners behind Wuming suddenly had blood from their eyes and noses!

"The emperor's order is hard to disobey, and they are only following orders..."

Looking at the indifferent Wuming, Zhao Yu finally understood.

What kind of martial arts myth?

In the end, he is just a scumbag who bullies the weak and fears the strong and likes to stand on the moral high ground to kidnap others!

Those hundreds of old and weak women and children died tragically, and he dared not say a word.

Because that was the imperial decree that Zhu ignored. Although his martial arts had already become holy, he still did not dare to contaminate the karma of the royal family.

But at this moment, seeing Zhao Yu, a powerless and powerless person, killing people in the capital, he jumped out to set up a character again!
The emperor's order is hard to break?

Zhao Yu didn't speak any more, Xueyin's blade turned slightly, and a lingering blade's glow went straight towards Wuming.

"Stubborn!"

Seeing the attack of saber energy, Wuming frowned slightly, and pointed his right hand together to form a sword, countless sword lights suddenly appeared.

"Kill, leave none!"

After the saber energy was shattered by the sword glow, Zhao Yu roared angrily as he charged forward with the saber in hand.

Jiang Yuyan followed closely behind, and the blazing Fire Lin sword turned into a rainbow light, piercing into the nearly thousand soldiers and inner court masters behind Wuming.

In Lingyun Grotto, Jiang Yuyan, who ate the blood bodhi, although her internal energy has not recovered to its peak, but among these general servants and inner court masters, no one can stop her who is equipped with the Fire Lin sword.

"Roar!"

Erha roared angrily, his whole body was cast like copper and gold in an instant, and followed Jiang Yuyan straight into the formation.

Shen Lian and Lu Jianxing, one on the left and the other on the right, wandered around the periphery of the fan servants and inner court masters, and any fish that slipped through the net would be instantly beheaded by the two of them.

But Zhao Yu jumped up high, holding a knife in both hands, and slashed Huashan with a single blow, straight towards Wuming's head.

"Obsessed by a single thought..."

Looking at the snow drink falling from the top of his head, Wuming sighed slightly, and then the indifference in his eyes dissipated.

Wuming, who retreated half a step, pointed his hands together to form swords, and in the interlacing, countless real sword lights suddenly appeared.

boom!
The sword energy and the sword glow intersected, and a terrifying ripple of energy erupted.

Even if he was as strong as Wuming, he had no choice but to take two steps back under this terrifying energy.

Wuming retreated, but Zhao Yu remained motionless under such vigor, with the snow drink in his hand, and the lingering saber aura followed him like a shadow, and went straight to Wuming.

hissing...

At this time, in some teahouses in the outer city or in the high places of the city pavilions, there were many masters with advanced cultivation bases, and they all took a breath of cold air at the same time.

"It seems that the rumors in the world are not groundless..."

On the eaves of one of the teahouses, a man overlooking the battlefield narrowed his eyes slightly.

More than a month ago, there were rumors in the world that the former governor of Jinyiwei Beisi kicked down hundreds of exiled immortals on Wudang Mountain.

When hearing this rumor at the beginning, many masters who cultivated to the Xuan level just regarded it as rumors in the world.

But now it seems that the matter is not a rumor.

Another time, in a slightly hidden city pavilion, a majestic man exuding unparalleled arrogance also frowned.

"It's him?!"

But beside him who was empty, there was a rather surprised voice.

"You recognize him?"

The man who seemed to be born with domineering aura asked curiously to the empty side.

"It's not just acquaintance, the old man almost died in his hands more than a month ago!"

There was a hint of palpitation in the voice of the man who spoke.

"In your opinion, how many tricks can he survive under Wuming's hands?"

The domineering man was taken aback for a moment, then asked casually.

"How many tricks?"

The person hiding in the dark chuckled, and then said: "Look. It's hard to say whether Wuming can leave the capital alive!"

"That is to say, is it true that there are rumors in the world that the immortals on Wudang Mountain have fallen?"

When the domineering man heard this, a look of surprise appeared on his face.

"You can't believe it all, but you can't believe it..."

……

The masters watching the battle were all guessing, while Zhao Yu, who was holding a knife, was pressing hard every step of the way, with an attitude of fighting for his life without stopping.

"Since the death of my wife, I have never wished to be tainted with murder, but today... it seems that I will renege on my promise!"

After several fights, Wuming also noticed it.

The person in front of him is extremely powerful, but Xila's sword skills are ordinary, not as good as a third-rate swordsman in the world.

And that terrifying saber energy is driven entirely by its own strong inner strength.

It's just that when manpower is limited, Zhao Yu can't last long at all.

After dispelling Zhao Yu's suffocating sword skills, Wuming sighed again, and then slowly raised his right hand.

A cold light shot from a distance and fell into Wuming's hands.

Hero Sword!
With the saber in hand, Wuming's originally surging sword energy instantly entered his body like a long whale sucking water.

The long sword in his hand was flowing, and the light of the sword was like an antelope's horns, swinging away the snow drink in Zhao Yu's hand without a trace.

The sword light revealed from the hero sword pierced Zhao Yu's eyebrows.

At the same time, Zhao Yu felt a sense of sadness inexplicably in his heart.

After the long knife cut, Zhao Yu's originally hideous eyes flashed a trace of inexplicable compassion.

A master's move, even the slightest difference is fatal.Besides, what Zhao Yu is facing now is not an ordinary master.

Jiang Yuyan, who was rushing to kill in the crowd, felt her heart skip a beat at this moment, she swiped her sword across the front of her eyes, and turned to look.

"Son!"

A flash of sword light was already between Zhao Yu's eyebrows, and it was about to pierce through Zhao Yu's head.

when!
There was no accident at all, Wuming held the hero sword, and the long sword pierced Zhao Yu's eyebrows with a cold light.

However, when the invincible sword light hit Zhao Yu's eyebrows, it collapsed in an instant.

Boom! !

At the same time, a rich and deep bell rang in Zhao Yu's mind.

(End of this chapter)