The Great Wilderness Helping His Wife

The moment the water wall dissipated, Zhao Hao quickly reminded: "Go! Yue..."

Lao Yang was a little puzzled, but still heeded Zhao Hao's advice, and winked at Luoshui, and the two of them ran towards the shore immediately.

The assassins were all dumbfounded, and asked one after another: "My lord! Are we still chasing him?"

Even one of the first-rank masters looked at the other, as if the latter was the leader.

The man's face was covered with a frog mask, and his face could not be seen clearly, but his trembling voice revealed his emotions: "Stop chasing! Withdraw!"

He was confident about this assassination, even though he already knew that there was a first-rank expert guard beside Zhao Hao.

But we have dispatched so many masters, is it possible that we can't do anything about even a first rank?

result……

Really helpless!

Everyone was dejected, and the huge gap in strength made them extremely frustrated.

But for now, the only option is to retreat, otherwise everything will be over when Lord Zhen Guo or Fei Yuwei arrives.

However, at this moment, a black figure appeared out of thin air, just on the route where Lao Yang escaped.

Without any extra words, he directly punched Lao Yang in the face.

This punch was ordinary, without any sound, and could not feel any strength and power.

However, Lao Yang's expression changed drastically, he quickly stopped his figure, and put his hands up to block.

"Oh!"

The sound is very small, less than the sound of an empty purse falling on the ground.

But Lao Yang trembled all over his body, a stream of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and the energy permeating his whole body disappeared in an instant.

He looked horrified, and quickly stepped back a few steps, almost unable to stand on the surface of the river, the water was already below his knees.

"Sir, are you alright?"

"fine……"

As soon as the true energy dissipated, Zhao Hao felt a chill down his back.

Just now, under the protection of Lao Yang, not a drop of water fell on him, but now he seems to be soaked, walking in the ice and snow.

Sure enough, this person still appeared.

Lao Yang's face was so serious that water dripped out, he cupped his hands at the man in black: "Dare to ask senior where is the sacredness? You and I have no vengeance, why did you attack us?"

The man in black didn't have the slightest interest in answering, and stepped on the water again.

His steps seem to be very slow, but with just one step, he has covered a distance of two feet.

His right palm was as thin as a bone, and he slapped Lao Yang's chest lightly.

Lao Yang didn't dare to neglect at all, and immediately raised his palms to meet him. As soon as the two palms touched, two horrified lights flashed in Lao Yang's eyes.

True Qi quickly condensed on his back, and with a slight shock, Zhao Hao was thrown far away.

But he stood upright on the spot, taking the palm abruptly.

"puff!"

A mouthful of blood was spat out, and it was immediately scattered into blood mist by the sharp palm wind.

Lao Yang felt that his internal organs were on fire, and he shouted in a trembling voice, "Luoshui! Take the young master away!"

As soon as the words fell, Luoshui jumped out of the water out of thin air, caught Zhao Hao accurately, and swam towards the shore quickly.

At this time, the assassins finally reacted.

Although I don't know what the origin of the man in black is, he is obviously a friend rather than an enemy!

Before he had time to think about it, the two first-rankers immediately stood up and blocked Luoshui's way of escaping.

Luo Shui turned around immediately, only to find that other frogmen had followed and surrounded her.

Zhao Hao sighed faintly: "Luoshui, go by yourself!"

From the moment the man in black appeared, Zhao Hao knew that he was going to suffer a lot this time.

Lao Yang claims to be invincible below a master, but it is obvious that the man in black is more than a step above him.

The old man once said that even the most ordinary grandmaster can at least beat ten first-rank masters.

But in the face of the master, he has no possibility of escaping.

Less than half of the quarter of an hour passed, and it was obvious that the old man could not last long enough to come over.

These people came for themselves.

They must have a plan, at least they won't kill themselves directly.

But Luoshui is not necessarily...

Luo Shui didn't speak, but pursed his lips lightly, without any intention of leaving Zhao Hao alone.

Zhao Hao was a little impatient: "Don't you listen to my words? Get lost!"

Luo Shui frowned, and said the first sentence of the night: "Shut up!"

Zhao Hao: "..."

However, these frogmen didn't intend to give them a chance to talk nonsense at all, and immediately slapped them together.

Luo Shui's face was expressionless, and he immediately surged with true energy to protect his whole body.

It's a pity that the gap between the strength of the first and second ranks is also quite large, and it can be dissipated directly with just one blow.

And those two first-grade palms did not weaken at all, one palm was slapped on the chest, and the other palm was slapped on the dantian.

The chest and abdomen collapsed, and blood gushed out of Luoshui's mouth like a spring.

Zhao Hao only felt a burst of warmth in his arm, and when he looked over, his eyes were blood red.

He only felt cold hands and feet: "Luo..."

Luo Shui: "Shut up!"