"Have a rest early."

Zhao Yun left a message, stepped out of the city wall, and disappeared outside the city.

The sight of this move made the defenders of the city, especially the surrendered troops, straighten their eyes.

The leader of the current martial arts alliance is really a master of lightness!

Such a tall city wall will go down as soon as you talk about it.

No wonder he was able to kill four marshals. His legs and feet were so numb, and his martial arts skills were unfathomable. If you were targeted by him, you would have one foot in the door of hell.

The soldiers were surprised, but Mingyu frowned slightly.

The young uncle is out of the city at this moment, obviously not to go sightseeing.

I'm afraid there are some remnants of King Yang who are peeping at Tianzhou at night.

Unfortunately, all his martial arts skills were lost, and his sense of perception and smell were greatly reduced. He could not see the real and the real clearly. He only knew that there was an elusive ghost hidden in the dark night outside the city.

Whoosh!

Zhao Yun entered a mountain forest like a strong wind.

He knew who the other party was, and even if he deliberately concealed his aura, he still couldn't escape his eyes.

"Where to go."

After crossing a lake, his speed increased sharply and he swept out a sword energy.

Then, there was a muffled groan, and the person who was escaping in front staggered after being struck by his sword.

Taking a closer look, he turned out to be the old sword master.

That night, he was also lucky and was not killed by the old eunuch.

After finally escaping back to Tianzhou City, bad news came one after another. His disciple was beheaded and King Yang also committed suicide. Everything was the work of Zhao Zilong.

Unwilling to give up, he ran to take a peek.

I never thought that this person's perception would be so terrifying that he would notice him. Not only did he notice him, but he also chased him all the way here.

"It's time to put the grudge between you and me to rest." Zhao Yun said calmly.

The old sword master said nothing, only gritted his teeth, and his face looked ferocious and terrifying.

He was puzzled. In the battle at Yuzhou City, this guy was injured with only a few breaths left and two strange poisons of blood and fire. How did he survive? And which bastard cured his wounds?
Chapter completed!