"Put down the sword, or...the head will fall to the ground!"

Jin Zhao flew to the ground, and the chaotic scene of confrontation just now suddenly stopped.

Jin Zhao held the sword in his hand, did not move any more, and stared straight at the person not far in front of him.

Shen Li's hands slowly clenched into fists, and said coldly: "I said you don't need to be sentimental, get out!"

Jin Zhao knew that these words were addressed to him, but he turned a deaf ear to them, but listened to Zhang Yuyi's words, and slowly put the sword on the ground.

A trace of panic suddenly flashed across Shen Li's originally calm face, and his frown became more and more tight.

"You're really obedient, Cui Jinzhao, I didn't expect you to be so kind to him, so good that people would suspect that you have something to do with him."

Seeing that the goal was achieved, Zhang Yuyi said with a dark smile.

The more he said that, the more uncomfortable Shen Li felt. It had been countless times. People are not grass and trees. How could he not feel that person's thoughts? It's just... the more he said this, the more worried he was.

As soon as he put down his sword, the seriously wounded man who had just been hit by him chased him up.

While paying attention to Shen Li's side, Jin Zhao dodged the attacks of those people.

Zhang Yuyi did choose a good place. This cave is located in the middle of the cliff, and there is an open space when you walk out. Except for the open space and the cave, there is almost no way to retreat. The mountain is steep, and you will fall if you are not careful.

And those assassins came down with ropes just now, at this moment...there should be someone up there to respond.

Jin Zhao quickly dodged the attacks of those people. His movements were so fast that those who were already injured were overwhelmed. Even though he was injured in many places, it didn't affect him at all. Instead, he was exhausted.

The few people did not stop because of excessive force, and were kicked off the cliff by Jin Zhao, leaving only roaring sounds.

Zhang Yuyi restrained his smile, finally realized the seriousness of the matter, and slapped Shen Li's back heavily.

In an instant, he spat out a mouthful of blood.

Seeing this, Jin Zhao quickly stopped in front of them, and roared angrily, "Zhang Yuyi, you are courting death!"

There were bursts of murderous aura gushing out of Jin Zhao, making Zhang Yuyi inexplicably terrified, "Then let's see who dies first today!"

He threw Shen Li aside, kicked Jin Zhao's sword away early in the morning, and swung the knife to slash at Jin Zhao.

Shen Li's body fell to the ground weakly, Jin Zhao ignored him and avoided Zhang Yuyi.

Zhang Yuyi's moves were fierce, and the blade was straight at Jin Zhao's face.

When there was no way to retreat, Jin Zhao's eyes froze, and he saw a long sword piercing the sky and passing through.

"Hurry up and catch the sword!" With a familiar voice, Jin Zhao immediately caught the long sword, and his eyes glanced at Shen Li, who was already powerless due to the injury.

He threw the sword over, and fell to the ground angrily at this moment, trying to pay attention to Jin Zhao's side.

Jin Zhao's eyes turned red, and he immediately turned from defense to offense.

After all, Zhang Yuyi was no match for him. Seeing this, he immediately retreated in front of Shen Li, trying to pull him up. At the same time, Jin Zhao picked up the long sword and pierced into his chest without the slightest hesitation.

Zhang Yuyi looked at the long sword pierced into his chest in disbelief, slowly raised his head, and said, "How dare you..."

"What dare I not?" Jin Zhao asked coldly, and then pierced a few more points, the blade pierced through the chest and out from the back.

The knife in Zhang Yuyi's hand could no longer hold it, and fell to the ground with a bang.

"If you dare to touch him, a hundred times will not be enough!"

Jin Zhao's eyes were sharp and sharp.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the rainwater flowed down his cheeks, his clothes were also wet and sticking to his body, and the corners of the robe were dripping with blood.

He had never seen Jin Zhao like this before.

"My father...will not let you go!" Zhang Yuyi said with difficulty holding his breath.

Jin Zhao sneered, "Do you think we'll let him go?"

"you!"

Jin Zhao pulled out his long sword violently, blood sprayed out immediately, and his body fell into a pool of blood powerlessly.