Gu Weirui never felt that there was a day in her life as full of thrilling, exciting, joy and indescribable satisfaction as she was now. She thought that she would become a burden to accompany Ji Liao to the pavilion, but Ji Liao actually gave her the feeling of connecting life like when men and women were in love.

She was like an extension of Ji Liao's limbs, and Ji Liao seemed to be part of her. The wonderful feeling stimulated her senses, but she had a more thorough understanding of everything around her.

Originally, it was not a risk-free thing to transfer one's own skills to another person and let the other party use it temporarily. There is a standard here, and the speed of the skills must be measured. Moreover, during the fierce battle, part of the skills is distributed, which will greatly test one's mind. However, Ji Liao used his amazing courage to accomplish such a miracle through careful distribution of skills.

Ji Liao was not afraid of the loss of his skills, because he had already stored enough vegetation and tree essence in his body. As his skills were consumed, the vegetation and tree essence quickly dissolved into true qi. Moreover, there were enough vegetation and trees around him. Even if everyone's skills were consumed, Ji Liao was afraid that he would still be full of energy.

Lu Yun and Zuo Gongming had already withdrawn from the pavilion, and Su Xiaoxiao followed them, looking at the pavilion with anxiety.

She whispered: "What should I do if my grandson?"

Lu Yun slowly vomited a mouthful of blood, his face turned paler, but his eyes were even more energetic. Although he overestimated Ji Liao a lot, he did not expect that the other party's skills would be more than a hundred years old, which was not inferior to Zen Masters of Fayun. Lu Yun himself also had deep internal strength, but he had many adventures to have the skills he is today. Even so, he was still not as good as Ji Liao. But at his age, having this internal strength was enough to look down on the world. Ji Liao was even more powerful, which made him feel a little jealous.

After all, Ji Liao's mental power is still a gift of heaven, but his internal strength is so powerful that it is too much to hit people. Moreover, Ji Liao is so powerful that the twenty-four solar terms in his hands will be destroyed overnight, which really makes Lu Yun unable to understand. Could it be that Ji Liao offended other strange people, but why is he okay?

Although Yi Ren is mysterious and terrifying, Lu Yun knows that his kung fu is as high as that of Fayun and Dead Wood, ordinary Yi Ren can actually deal with it. After all, Yi Ren is still a human being, but he has strange and unpredictable abilities, not without weaknesses. Even Yi Ren is likely to be killed by a powerful martial arts master. There has been a precedent for this kind of thing, otherwise Lu Yun would not have the confidence to deal with Ji Liao.

But he didn't expect that Ji Liao's martial arts were so terrifying that it was not something he should have at his age.

It is conceivable that Ji Liao's previous sentence almost killed the dead wood was definitely not groundless, no wonder the dead wood did not come to the appointment.

Lu Yun paused word by word: "Slowly waste with him."

In his opinion, even if Ji Liao can solve the problem of Ji Liao's skills, it will inevitably consume most of Ji Liao's skills. It will be much easier to deal with Ji Liao by then.

Ji Liao cut off a sharp sword attacking with two fingers, and stabbed another killer's shoulder with the broken sword tip. He still had time to say to Gu Weirui: "A few are dead."

Gu Weirui said: "Five."

After she finished speaking, she said worriedly: "There are so many of them, let's fight out."

Ji Liao said lightly: "As soon as we go out, we will be rushing through our hearts."

He held the little girl, his hands were like a phantom, and he even took away the sword held by the other party from a killer. If Taoist Master Kumu was here, he would be amazed that Ji Liao used the same technique as his stealing the sky and changing the sun, and was as perfect as him.

In fact, as long as you have the skills of this kind of move, it is easy to learn it. Ji Liao's insight into martial arts is no longer what he was before January.

He had a long sword in his hand, and immediately his sword energy was scattered. In the meantime, two more killers fell down.

Gu Weirui felt calm, and the silver needle was running like a flying fingertip, and soon injured the two killers. The two were slowly approaching outside the pavilion, where Lu Yun and the others were.

More than a dozen first-class killers with first-class martial arts skills could not stop Ji Liao and Gu Weirui.

Zuo Gongming gritted his teeth, held the shock, shouted: "Take my iron-tied bow."

Two people then brought a half-person-high iron-body bow. Zuo Gongming held the bow with one hand, took another sharp arrow made of pure iron, pulled the bow full, and aimed it at Ji Liao.

Gu Weirui said: "Be careful."

The sharp arrows had left the string and flew towards Ji Liao as fast as lightning.

Ji Liao moved his ears, turned his head away, and sent the sword forward, hitting the arrow. His skill was pouring into the sword body, but the sharp arrow was enough to pierce the steel plate several inches, and a powerful force burst out, and the sword immediately shattered, and Ji Liao couldn't help but take a step back.

The sharp arrow made of all iron also fell to the ground, making a clang.

Zuo Gongming sat on the ground and gasped, sweating profusely.

Just one arrow almost killed him. He hadn't shot Ji Liao to death, which made him even more afraid.

However, due to this delay, Ji Liao and Gu Weirui were surrounded by killers again.

Lu Yun saw it and sent a message in and said, "Brother Ji, as long as you are willing to help me, you can discuss any conditions."

Ji Liao said, "Even if I want to help, I don't have the ability. I don't need to say much about the little marquis."

Lu Yun didn't know whether Ji Liao was still lying at this moment of life and death, but it was obvious that the other party refused to agree to him. Such a person, since he was an enemy, could not stay.

He sighed softly and said to Su Xiaoxiao: "If I die, you will go to the capital to join the Seventh Prince."

Zuo Gongming breathed heavily, but remembered Lu Yun's words firmly, thinking that if Lu Yun died, he would also go to surrender to the Seventh Prince.

Su Xiaoxiao said with tears in her eyes: "I don't go anywhere."

Lu Yun smiled and said, "After I practiced the cicada wing knife, no one has tried it yet. Now I have the opportunity to verify the true meaning of the knife technique."

He had decided to wait until Ji Liao finished killing the killers and then take action himself. It was difficult to find a close friend in life, and even more rare to get an opponent. If Ji Liao refused to surrender, it would be a pleasant thing to die at his hands.

He said to Zuo Gongming again: "If I die at Ji Liao's hands later, you will send someone to shoot an arrow. It will be worthwhile to have such a person to be buried with you."

He is a cold-hearted person by nature, but now he put aside life and death in his words, and he has a sense of heroism from the world. Moreover, Lu Yun even abandoned his previous confidence in winning against the enemy, and his mood became transcendent. At this time, he was even more terrifying.

Zuo Gongming didn't reply, just nodded. He knew that if he did this, he would have to hide his identity from now on, otherwise neither the Gu family nor the Four Seasons Villa would be spared.

But if he didn't do this, Zuo Gongming might not be able to survive today.
Chapter completed!