At this critical moment, a cold light roared and flew over with a tremendous force.

Its momentum was as fast as lightning and as strong as a dragon. It hit the cold samurai sword of the long-haired swordsman. The external force was so great that the swordsman's swordsman's swordsman's swordsman's swordsman's swordsman's swordsman's swordsman's swordsman's swordsman's swordsman's swordsman's swordsman's swordsman's swordsman's swordsman's swordsman's swordsman's swordsman's swordsman's swordsman's swordsman's swordsman's swordsman's swordsman's swordsman's swordsman's swordsman's swordsman's swordsman's swordsman's swordsman's swordsman's swordsman's swordsman's swordsman's swordsman's swordsman's swordsman's swordsman's swordsman's swordsman's

Before everyone could see clearly what kind of weapon the cold beam was flying in. The cold beam was swiftlying in the air and flew back to the hands of a young man.

After catching the sharp blade, Zhao Ziyue waved his hand and the cold light disappeared without a trace.

Yanan's eyes lit up, staring at Zhao Ziyue with tears in her eyes, and she was very moved. She thought to herself that it was him! She didn't expect that he would care so much about him and sent bodyguards to protect him. However, when she turned her head, she saw a graceful girl in purple standing beside him. The woman's first intuition made her feel that this woman had a different relationship with Zhao Ziyue. Then her eyes darkened.

Going forward and holding Xing Aotian, Zhao Ziyue asked with concern: "Brother Aotian, can you stand it?"

Xing Aotian almost walked around the door of the King of Hell Palace and smiled at Zhao Ziyue, "Fortunately, you came in time, otherwise my saber would really be broken here."

Giving Xing Aotian a comforting smile, Zhao Ziyue said with a passionate look: "In my Zhao Ziyue's heart, Brother Aotian's sword will never be broken. What others have just implemented on you, I, Zhao Ziyue, will get back for Brother Xing ten times a hundred times." At the end of the day, there was a bloodthirsty corner of my mouth.

When he turned around, he pulled Yanan, who was still in shock, to Ziyi, and the two women and Xing Aotian stood together.

Zhao Ziyue looked around the masked Oriental Ninja in black all over the surroundings with cold eyes, and finally his eyes fell on the face of the long-haired swordsman, saying word by word without any human emotion: "Those who dare to hurt my brother - die!"

Before he finished speaking, Zhao Ziyue's figure suddenly rose and rushed straight to the long-haired swordsman opposite. The long-haired swordsman was tense and his aura was like a rainbow. The samurai sword pointed at the sky obliquely, and was ready to make a sharp blow at any time.

As he rushed to the middle, Zhao Ziyue's body suddenly turned and lightning shot at a black-clothed ninja in the crowd, as fast as a arrogant eagle, and as if he was moving as a rabbit. It is said that he would capture the king first, but he did not play according to the rules. He was domineering and wanted to kill all the eleven ninjas present.

The ninja opposite was obviously shocked, and he rushed out to deal with it. Just as Zhao Ziyue's body was about to touch his shining blade, his body rubbed the blade in an extremely strange arc and flew over it, bullied himself to approach the ninja in black. The ninja knife was used, so he was not anxious to retreat. Zhao Ziyue wiped his neck and the ninja widened his eyes, as if he had been imposed on a fixed technique, and he did not move.

The other nine ninjas rushed up and surrounded Zhao Ziyue. For a moment, the sword light and sword shadows were like weaving cloth, and Zhao Ziyue was shrouded in layers of sword shadows.

Zhao Ziyue wandered in the woven sword curtain with an extremely strange body movement, waved his arms from time to time, and the nine black-clothed ninjas groaned from time to time. Obviously, they did not get any advantage at all.

Ziyi stood aside, gently swayed Yanan's cold little hand, and comforted him: "Don't worry, he won't be in trouble."

Yanan looked at her gratefully, nodded and said, "Thank you, I know he will be fine."

Two beautiful women looked at the battlefield with their own thoughts and stopped talking.

As Zhao Ziyue inferred, the swordsman with long hair shawls did not take action. After coming here, he saw the group of black-clothed ninjas lying on the ground, Zhao Ziyue judged that the swordsman was a very utilitarian person. In order to find the weakness of his opponent, he would rather sacrifice his subordinates to test Xing Aotian's depth and find his weakness from it. At the same time, he also consumed Xing Aotian's physical strength. In the end, he took action again, which can be said to be a perfect end.

The swordsman with long hair shawls was focused on Zhao Ziyue in the fighting arena, but despite this, he still couldn't see the hidden weapons in Zhao Ziyue's hand. He could only see a faint cold light, but he couldn't see clearly what weapon it was.

Finally, the encirclement became smaller and smaller. Zhao Ziyue flew up through the sword light and sabers and passed high above the heads of the ninjas, like a flying dragon in the sky. The ninjas raised their swords to slash at Zhao Ziyue in mid-air.

Xing Aotian, who was standing beside him, was shocked. The most taboo thing about being invincible is to stay in the air, which is equivalent to exposing his whole body to the enemy. Isn’t this asking for disability?

The two women were overjoyed when they saw their man's handsome figure. Yanan heard the scene of Zhao Ziyue flying up on the Yudai Bridge and kicking the rogue swordsman Hong Feng. Cheng Ziyi remembered the cool scene of Zhao Ziyue exterminated the Oriental Ninja on the Yudai Bridge.

The long-haired swordsman was secretly happy. He thought that this man who destroyed his family's plans one after another had three heads and six arms, and it only seemed like this.

In the flash, less than 0.5 seconds, when all the black-clothed ninjas were slashed in the air, Zhao Ziyue was in mid-air, his right arm waved lightning, and the sound of jingling was endless. Nine samurai swords were all broken from the middle. Just as all the ninjas were stunned on the spot, Zhao Ziyue's body was like a dagger and a 360-degree swallow in the air, and then his body flashed out of the crowd like a white horse.

puff--

The black-clothed ninja who was standing on the spot by Zhao Ziyue raised his head and boiling blood spurted out from his neck, as beautiful as a red fountain.

The long-haired swordsman had no expression on his face, but was shocked. This... is this Shenma Kung Fu? Ximen Chuxue? A little red from Zhongyuan? Brother, isn't it just a fight? Do you dare not to use plug-ins like this?

Xing Aotian looked down at his watch, and it took just ten seconds. When he looked up again, the nine ninjas standing in circles rolled their eyes face to face, and their necks were sprayed with blood, and their expressions were like the blood on the blood donation station without spending money. The air was filled with a strong smell of blood. In ten seconds, ten oriental ninjas died suddenly! This was the real instant kill! This was a battle like a man! It seemed to be back to the soul-stirring years. Xing Aotian only felt his blood boiling.

This scene was so shocking that the two shocked beauties couldn't help but scream, turned around, and hugged each other tightly.
Chapter completed!