Push Across the Sky and Space

　　 "Kick kick kick..."

　　 Just as Xu Yi got up to go to Zhou Yun and his wife, a rush of horseshoes came, and Xu Yi couldn't help but stop.

　　 "Patriarch, look, there is a ruined temple in front. Will the two little **** of the Zhou family hide there?"

　　 Outside the broken temple, in a team riding tall horses and carrying swords, a sharp-eyed middle-aged man said to an old man wearing brocade clothes with extraordinary momentum.

　　 "Well, go in and take a look!"

　　 A sharp light flashed in the eyes of the old man, and he told everyone.

　　 "Old Thief Wang, it's really Old Thief Wang who came after him, Brother Yun, what should we do!"

　　 Inside the broken temple, Li Wan secretly glanced outside, and saw the brigade approaching, her face was pale in fright, she stubbornly grasped her husband's hand, and the knuckles looked a little pale because of too much force.

　　 "Waner don't panic!"

　　 Zhou Yun gently stroked his wife's hand, comforting. Although he was also very scared at the moment, as a husband, he naturally could not express this emotion in front of his wife.

　　 "It seems that I can only ask Xu Yi for help."

　　 A trace of pain flashed in Zhou Yun's eyes.

　　 Asking for help from Xu Yi means to hand over the ancestral magic weapon Qingyu sword, otherwise, why would a great master of the fourth level help you for no reason?

　　 Looking at the Qingyu knife in his hand, Zhou Yun's heart was as painful as a thousand snakes biting his heart.

　　 I think how beautiful his ancestors of the Zhou family used to be. He has reached the fifth stage in less than half a hundred years.

　　 But now only a short hundred years have passed. This Qingyu sword passed to Zhou Yun's hands, and he had to sell his ancestor's sword to survive. What kind of humiliation is this?

　　 "An ancestor, Zhou Yun is incompetent, he will insult his ancestors!"

　　 Zhou Yun sighed with grief in his heart.

"Fine, now, Zhou Yun doesn't have any face to live anymore. Instead of cheapening the sword to the old thief, I should give it to Xu Yi and beg him to protect Wan'er. My life doesn't matter, but it doesn't hurt Wan'er. Die with me."

　　 Looking at his sobbing wife in his arms, Zhou Yun's eyes flashed with a firmness, and then he walked out of the room and shouted in the courtyard:

　　 "This young hero Xu Yi, I know you can hear me. The rivers and lakes are dangerous, you are away from home, and you don't want to be nosy, I can understand Zhou Yun.

　　 But today, he was chased and killed by thieves, and he was desperate. I hope that Young Xia can help. Zhou Yun is willing to hand over the family heirloom sword-Qingyu Sword to Young Xia! "

　　 Zhou Yun held the knife in both hands, raised it above his head, and pleaded toward Xu Yi's room.

　　 "Patriarch, the little **** whose surname Zhou is really there."

　　 Outside the broken temple, the sharp-eyed middle-aged man heard Zhou Yun's voice and his face was full of excitement, and said to the leading old man.

　　 "Okay, let's go in now and grab the Qingyu sword."

　　 The old man's eyes were full of joy at the moment, he immediately dismounted, and hurried to the ruined temple with light work.

　　 Inside the room, Xu Yi listened to Zhou Yun's voice outside, and there was a hint of excitement in his eyes, but he soon hid himself, walked out of the room, glanced at Zhou Yun who was kneeling on the ground, and said lightly:

"Zhou Yun, do you really want to hand this knife to me, change my hand, and save your wife's life? You know, if this knife gets into Xu's hands, if you want to regret it in the future, come to Xu to ask for the knife, then I won’t be polite!"

　　 Zhou Yun smiled miserably when he heard the words, and said:

"Zhou Yun's actions today insulted the prestige of his ancestors, how can he still have the face to live in this world? When this matter is over, after Zhou Yun settled down, he would go to the graves of his ancestors and apologize for himself. Xia wants a knife? Young Xia can rest assured."

　　 "Okay, so, then I will save you both and one life today."

　　 Xu Yi nodded in satisfaction, holding his right hand virtual, a powerful internal force burst out in an instant, and the treasured sword in Zhou Yun's hand had flown into Xu Yi's palm.

　　 "Good knife!"

As soon as 　　 Qingyu Knife started, Xu Yi poured an inward energy into it, and the long knife suddenly made a clank sound, and the surrounding air seemed to be cut away, making Xu Yi couldn't help but exclaim.

　　 "Little thief Zhou Yun, dare you?"

　　 Outside the broken temple, the old man who rushed to perform light work just saw the scene of Zhou Yun offering the sword, his eyes were splitting, and he shouted.

　　 For this Qingyu knife, he even betrayed his old friends that he had been with for many years. Now that he sees this knife falling into the hands of others, it makes him not angry.

　　 "Old Thief Wang He!"

　　 Seeing the old man's face, Zhou Yun's face was suddenly full of hatred, and he wanted to eat his flesh and sleep his skin.

His father Zhou Ping had been with Wang He for decades, and he had already regarded him as a brother of life and death. I hate that this old thief even poisoned his father by poisoning his father on the day of his wedding for the Qingyu knife of the Zhou family. After chasing him, he forced himself to give the treasure to others.

　　 "Shao Xia, this person is the one who chased and killed me, so please let him go."

　　 Zhou Yunqiang endured the anger in his heart, looked at Xu Yi, and said loudly.

　　 "Don't worry, since Xu promised to save your two lives, naturally you won't break your promise."

　　 Xu Yi said lightly, then raised the Qingyu knife, and with a wave of his hand, a powerful knife gas shot out, drawing a thin line on the ground ten meters away.

　　 "This young man, what do you mean!"

　　 Seeing Xu Yi's hand, the old man also realized that Xu Yi's martial arts was extraordinary, his eyes narrowed, and he asked coldly.

　　 "Zhou Yun and his wife, today, I, Xu Yi, will protect you. I advise you to go back home. If you dare to cross this line, die!"

　　 Xu Yi's eyes drooped, without even looking at the old man, as if facing an ant.

"what?"

　　 Wang He was instantly irritated when he heard these words.

　　 "What a yellow-mouthed kid, so arrogant at a young age, the old man has crossed this line today, I want to see how you can kill the old man!"

　　 "Tread, step, step..."

　　 Wang He said, UU reading www.uukanshu.com kept walking, step by step towards the line drawn by Xu Yi, and finally, one of his feet stepped in.

　　 "Om!"

　　 In an instant, Xu Yi moved.

There seemed to be thunder and thunder in the void, and I saw Xu Yi's hand with the green feather knife and golden mans wide open. Xu Yi used the knife as a hammer, like a golden sun, carrying an unmatched might, and marching to the king mightily. He rolled away.

　　 "Golden Flame Knife Technique"-Great Day Hengtian!

　　 "Dead!"

　　 Xu Yi spit out a word coldly.

　　 If facing Long Yuewu, Xu Yi still needs to fight fiercely with him, first consume him before using killer moves to kill him.

　　 Then this Wang He is completely unnecessary. However, the warriors in the middle of the fourth stage in a district have the magic weapon Qingyu sword in hand.

　　Kill it, why a second cut!

　　 "Ah! Block me!"

　　 Wang He saw this terrifying knife, and he was so frightened that he had no time to pull the long knife from his waist and barely mentioned it.

　　 "Clang!"

　　 The two men fought each other, and the Qingyu sword was worthy of the name of a magic weapon. Wang He's long sword was cut off by Xu Yi in an instant like tofu.

　　 "Huh!"

　　 After severing Wang He's long knife, Qingyu Knife casts its momentum unabated, tearing the heavy air currents, and slashing at Wang He's neck like a teleport.

　　 "Puff!"

　　 A blood arrow shot out like a fountain. There was still a trace of incredible in Wang He's eyes, but his head was already rolling on the ground.

　　 One sword, Wang He, a mid-stage fourth-level martial arts expert, die!

"you you……"

　　 Seeing his great enemy Wang He dying in such a playful manner, and then looking at Xu Yi with a bland expression, Zhou Yun suddenly felt a buzzing in his mind, and he couldn't say a word.