Zhao Yu's face tightened: "I didn't lose. Yan Buhuan, you can take action."
Yan Buhuan was stunned for a moment. Was he talking to him?
But Zhao Yu didn't give her that much time to think, and her little body jumped over like a whirlwind.
Yan Buhuan endured the pain in his waist and tried his best to resist.
The two of them didn't even use weapons and were fighting with bare hands. All they could see on the field were two desperate shadows crisscrossing each other. Coupled with the heavy rain, it was impossible to see what they were doing.
The servant was soaked all over, and his hands hanging in his sleeves were clasped tightly, as if to cheer Yan Buhuan up.
Zhao Yu, who has no one to control him, is not as difficult to deal with as expected. Although he has great martial arts skills, his internal strength is not as good as before. It is a piece of cake for Yan Buhuan to deal with him. Of course, this is if she is not injured.
The rain hit her body and slid down her collar. The wound was sore from the rain. As long as she exerted force, she could feel the heat overflowing from the wound, and wherever she went, a faint red liquid would be left behind.
Zhao Yu tried his best and looked like he would fight to the end.
Yan Buhuan vaguely felt that she could not hold on any longer, but she did not dare to fall. Often at this time, any small movement could be the key to victory or defeat.
Just when Yan Buhuan was resisting the difficulties, the voice of Master Taipu suddenly came to his ears: "The white snake spits out its core, fishes out the moon from the bottom of the sea, and attacks him."
Yan Buhuan was surprised that the master actually told her the cracking trick in a secret voice.
Because of the rain, no one would pay attention to an old man's every move, so no one noticed the secret voice of Master Taipu.
Yan Buhuan quickly changed his moves. Zhao Yu was shocked and took a few steps back. He looked at Yan Buhuan in disbelief, as if questioning why this woman suddenly knew how to break his martial arts.
But he did not panic, and a new round of attacks began again.
Yan Buhuan was looking for a way to win, and at the same time she wanted to prevent Zhao Yu from attacking her wounds. She found that this dead child was extremely vicious and always attacked her waist with murderous intent. If she hadn't been injured, how could she have been injured?
Forced to have nowhere to escape.
But with the help of the real servant, the situation was immediately reversed.
The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and Master Taipu continued to teach Yan Buhuan through secret messages.
"The second level of Dharma is that yin and yang restrain each other. It is intended to cultivate Gangqi so that hot fire will not invade the Dharma."
Zhao Yu gradually showed signs of decline, and was forced by Yan Buhuan to have nowhere to retreat, but he was very unwilling to do so. At this time, he heard a voice from a distance: "The enemy is trying to catch me, but I am raising my hand up. If I hit you with my soft body, I will definitely hit him with my elbow."
There is also a chain-locking move, which means you will definitely hit the enemy when you return to your horse and shoot an arrow."
Yan Buhuan and Zhao Yu shot out their palms at the same time, and with a bang, the curtain-like rain was splashed everywhere, and they both retreated.
Yan Buhuan felt a tightness in his heart and looked at the servant in confusion. Zhao Yu was still in a hurry just now. Why did he turn over as soon as he turned around?
The servant narrowed his eyes and shook his head calmly, signaling her not to panic.
There must be another expert helping Zhao Yu at this time, otherwise, the situation just now would never happen.
With the help of his master, Zhao Yu immediately showed a proud look on his face.
"Seeing as you are a woman, I don't want to hit you, but you are too ignorant."
"Do you know what's good? The method of killing children is so vicious."
