Six Hundred and Sixtieth IX Do It Yourself

Xiao Yu had known for a long time that there would be such a move, he snorted coldly, stomped his foot on the ground, and rushed up with his whole body.

The people in the two rows sat leaning against each other, and Fu Bo was surrounded by some civil servants. Of course, these civil servants were also intimidated by Xiao Yu's aura.

All I could see was an afterimage darting towards Fu Bo, and grabbing towards him with one claw.

"Late stage of alchemy realm? Marshal Xiao, you think too highly of yourself."

Fu Bo sneered, did not leave his seat, stretched out his foot and even kicked it.

A powerful aura rushed out, blasting and killing like a meteor chasing the moon.

"Boom!"

Xiao Yu's claw was shaken back a step, but he didn't care at all, and said with a smile: "It turns out that you are not in the late stage of alchemy, you are in the small perfect state, but if I want to throw you out, I will throw you go out."

Except for Zhao Hongli, Jin Xubai, and Jin Xiangan who were seated first, the standing people were all leaning back, and those sitting in the seats all stood up and backed away one after another, for fear of affecting themselves.

But at this time, the killing intent in Xiao Yu's eyes disappeared like a falcon.

Do you want to embarrass me by sending a shrimp soldier and crab general?

Fu Bo let out a rage, hid his foot on the ground, and stood up.

The aura on his body was like a black cloud pressing down on the city, accompanied by a shock all over his body, it shrouded towards Xiao Yu.

It's like the heavy killing intent when facing thousands of troops.

Fu Bo is the commander of Xicheng, and he is fighting on the battlefield. How can his strength be underestimated?

Everyone knew in their hearts like a bright mirror that Fu Bo followed the fifth prince, Zhao Hongli, and today he was here to target the young marshal, and he might even kill him.

Jin Xubai's eyes were indifferent, he sipped his tea, watching this scene intentionally or unintentionally.

No matter how powerful this so-called Young Marshal is, he is only a kid in the late stage of the Alchemy Realm. No matter how powerful he is, what if he can kill Liang Bai who is in the Small Perfection Realm of the Alchemy Realm?

It also couldn't get into his Dharma eyes.

Let Fu Bo test it out today, and of course they didn't intend to kill this kid, they just wanted to see Xiao Yu's strength with their own eyes.

Of course, if it was possible, they would have saved a lot of trouble if the boy was accidentally killed.

"Murderous intent? Good, but useless to me."

Xiao Yu snorted coldly, his whole body shook, the heavy killing intent dissipated with a bang.

"To be able to kill Liang Bai, indeed, he has some skill, but even if Liang Bai is at the same level as me, he is not my opponent!" Fu Bo said coldly.

"Same."

Xiao Yu's expression was indifferent, with one hand on his back, and the other directly reaching up, the astonishing divine power contained in the claws, showing a kind of blood red.

"What a strong body power!"

Someone exclaimed in Long Whip.

"Heretician!"

Fu Bo flipped his hands, and a short-handled broadsword appeared. He moved his hands, the broadsword flashed sharply, and the bloody aura surged.

Seven treasures!

"I've killed thousands of people with this knife, and I won't accept it if I don't see red!" Fu Bo sneered coldly, bloody light flashed, and he just looked at it with one knife.

Fortunately, the hall of the Jin family's mansion is definitely big enough. This kind of murderous killing intent, combined with the vast atmosphere of martial arts that is common in Xicheng, moved many people.

Jin Xiang'an said calmly: "Fu Bo's blood knife has the blessing of killing intent, it is difficult for ordinary people to follow."

Everyone nodded secretly. Fu Bo had worked for Zhao Hongli for a long time, and he went outside the capital to kill the enemy. In terms of means and actual combat experience, he was much richer than Liang Bai.

"I've given you two chances, if you don't cherish it, then I'll do it myself!"

Xiao Yu sneered, his hand directly reached up and collided with that Li Mang.

In the eyes of everyone, no matter how powerful the physical body is, it is limited, and to fight against weapons is simply courting death.

"Clang!"

But who knew, the sound of a metal collision suddenly sounded.

Xiao Yu's bloody claws actually grabbed Fu Bo's bloody knife Limang!

"How can it be?"