Xia Yu was not really injured, it was just that these two old guys were not easy to deal with. If they really fought, he might suffer. Since he was a killer, sneak attacks and assassinations were what he was good at.
Taking advantage of the enemy's underestimation and serious injury to one, he led the other to a garden in the villa.
This garden is modeled after the style of Suzhou gardens. The pavilions, water pavilions, and water pavilions are very exquisite and unique. Although the rockery in the water is not high, it is very layered. The winding paths in the mountain are winding. The terrain is very complex in a small area.
When Yang Qianchi entered the garden, he lost sight of Xia Yu. The last impression he had was that Xia Yu crossed the small bridge in the water and entered the rockery and stone forest. After hesitating for a moment, Yang Qianchi felt that he had to deal with such a person.
The kid should be fine, so he jumped into the stone forest.
While Yang Qianchi was looking for enemies in the rockery and stone forest, Xia Yu had already turned back quietly. This time, he used Jiuxiao Lingyun Crossing to the extreme and returned to the previous courtyard at the fastest speed.
There was no one in the yard. The injured Zuo Zisong had returned to the house. He had just taken medicine for his injuries and was about to do his exercises. Suddenly, the door was smashed with a palm from outside, and a figure flashed into the house.
"It's you!" Zuo Zisong showed surprise after seeing the person in front of him clearly.
Xia Yu sneered, "Don't be surprised, that fool is still looking for me! We haven't finished the fight yet, let's continue!"
Before he finished speaking, he pointed the sword finger of his right hand out. The thick zhenqi condensed into a sword and came out with fierce killing intent!
Zuo Zisong's pupils shrank to a thin line. Even he couldn't condense his Qi into this. Legend has it that even an innate master who was good at using swords could only reach the fifth level of heaven to condense his Qi into a sword. This person in front of him was like this
What kind of strength does this young guy have? Did he start practicing from his mother's womb?
Zuo Zisong didn't allow him to think too much. He raised his energy and punched out with his left fist. He no longer dared to confront Xia Yu head-on. The angle of this punch was diagonally upward, hoping to deflect Xia Yu's attack.
If he were facing Xia Yu, who had just reached the threshold of Bahuang Sword Intention, there was a 80% chance that he would succeed. However, after Xia Yu experienced the training of cutting wood on an isolated island, his control of Sword Intent has already improved to a higher level.
steps.
His wrist trembled slightly, and the solid Qi immediately deflected at a slight angle.
Bang!
Zuo Zisong was seriously injured and had no way to dodge. Xia Yu's energy was like a hot knife cutting butter, piercing into Zuo Zisong's arm.
"ah!"
With a scream, Zuo Zisong took a few steps back, hit the wall hard, and his left arm drooped.
With a pop, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and he glared at Xia Yu fiercely, "Who are you?"
"You will know! But not now!" Xia Yu smiled and reached out to grab the Qihai point on his chest.
"Haha!" Xiao Hei cheered and immediately rushed out and began to absorb Zuo Zisong's innate true energy.
"Take it easy, don't turn yourself into a mummy, I want to use him as a favor!" Xia Yu said.
"Quack! Don't worry! I have to keep his cold energy for you!"
Zuo Zisong's eyes widened in shock. He could not see the existence of the black dragon. He could only feel the strong suction force that made his true energy flow out uncontrollably. The feeling of weakness from the inside out made him unable to speak.
When he didn't come out, his eyes widened in panic. What kind of evil skill was this kid in front of him practicing?
In a few seconds, 90% of Zuo Zisong's energy was sucked away. Xiao Hei stopped still, Xia Yu casually knocked Zuo Zisong unconscious with a palm of his hand. Just as he was about to come out of the house, he suddenly realized that he was chasing him just now.
The old man with a mustache returned to this yard.
He quickly stuffed Zuo Zisong under the bed, then jumped up, relying on the support of the chandelier, his body clung to the ceiling.
Yang Qianchi searched the garden three times but couldn't find Xia Yu, so he could only come back bitterly. As soon as he entered the door, he sighed, "Lao Zuo, that kid ran away!"
…
The room was quiet. Yang Qianchi suddenly felt that something was wrong. Zuo Zisong should be healing here at this time. He sniffed and smelled a trace of blood in the room.
There is an enemy!
Just as Yang Qianchi was about to retreat out of the door, a fierce murderous intention suddenly exploded above his head. Regardless of his identity, he immediately rolled out of the door like a lazy ass.
Bang!
A sword mark half a foot deep was left on the bluestone floor.
One blow hit the target, and Xia Xia Yu's second blow followed closely. He turned the palm of his left hand into a knife, and used the Cangming Shadow Sword. Another stream of infuriating energy condensed into substance stabbed the opponent's back.
Yang Qianchi's footing was not stable, so he could only turn around and use a palm, and faced off with Xia Yu in a head-on move.
Bang!
Yang Qianchi's body was shaken and he took two steps back to stabilize his body. Xia Yu used the force of the counter-shock to step back diagonally, twisting his waist in the air and kicking his legs hard on the ceiling.
Taking advantage of his strength again, Xia Yu flew towards Yang Qianchi like an arrow from a string.
Bang!
It was another hard collision, and Yang Qianchi spurted out a mouthful of blood. He stepped back more than ten steps, and one of his arms drooped.
But after all, Yang Qianchi is a master of the third level of Xiantian Realm, and his Qi is much stronger than Xia Yu. He already knows that this enemy is not simple, and he will not underestimate the enemy like Zuo Zisong did before, so after two head-on collisions,
, although Xia Yu injured him, his own energy and blood were also churned by the shock.
After landing, Xia Yu suppressed the blood boiling in his throat, stamped his feet, and struck Yang Qianchi with another palm. He knew that the only way to deal with a person with strong Qi like Yang Qianchi was to cut through the mess quickly.
Kill him as soon as possible. If you delay for a long time, you will be unable to follow up and the enemy will gain the advantage, it will be troublesome.
This blow was bound to be successful, Xia Yu had already used all his strength, his meridians were aching faintly, and there was a tendency to be overloaded again.
Yang Qianchi had just calmed down when he saw Xia Yu's attack coming again. Feeling the fierce murderous intent, he couldn't help but feel a trace of fear in his heart.
Damn! Where did this powerful young man come from?
When masters compete, the most important thing is to avoid mental instability. Yang Qianchi's panic at that moment caused his movements to slow down by half a beat.
And this is a fatal mistake.
puff!
The meridians and bones of Yang Qianchi's entire shoulder were shattered in an instant. His whole body flew out like a rag bag, and was already half dead when he landed on the ground.
Seeing that the blow was successful, Xia Yu ignored his own injuries and said, "Xiao Hei, hurry up, I'm afraid this guy is going to die!"
"Grandma, I knew it!" Xiao Hei complained and rushed over.