Fellow intermediate level cultivators, this kid named Qiao Yu in front of him had shattered his shield with one blow.

What was the point of fighting?

The leading black-robed man was also filled with shock.

The intelligence was wrong! With just them, let alone capturing Qiao Yu and taking him back, they would be lucky to escape.

"I, Qiao Yu, am not cheating!"

Qiao Yu frowned.

He hated it most when people said he was cheating.

He was just an ordinary mage with a bit more strength, a bit higher defense, a bit more agility, and a bit more health.

How could they say he was cheating? Slander! Naked slander!

At this moment, Qiao Yu also deeply felt the benefits brought by the skill "Herculean Superman," which could be called an epic-level enhancement.

"But I'm a little curious, what are your codenames in Bai Ze?" Qiao Yu asked the black-robed man.

He remembered that he had met a 7438 and a 9527 before, and they said that Bai Ze's codenames were ranked according to strength.

"Me? 2333."

The leading black-robed man took off his hood, revealing a pale, middle-aged face.

"Qiao Yu, you know so much about our Bai Ze, why are you unwilling to come back with us?"

There was a hint of bewitchment in the middle-aged man's words.

"You must have many doubts, right? As long as you come back to Bai Ze with us, all your doubts can be answered, such as... the whereabouts of your parents!"

The middle-aged man's words were like a thunderbolt from the blue.

Qiao Yu was silent, and Ma Fei and Yang Xiangdi, who were beside him, couldn't help but turn their heads to look.

They were well aware that Qiao Yu had come to Jing University from the beginning to find clues about his parents.

"My parents... are they in Bai Ze? What is their relationship with Bai Ze?"

Qiao Yu's voice became very hoarse, as if a handful of sand was stuck in his throat.

He raised his head, his eyes filled with bloodshot.

"You'll know these questions when you come back to Bai Ze with us." The middle-aged man showed a smile, with an expression of complete certainty.

He couldn't help but sigh in his heart, as the saying goes, attacking the city is inferior to attacking the heart. The ancients did not deceive me!

Then, he suddenly felt his head was a little light, as if it had suddenly flown up.

The middle-aged man looked down and saw a headless corpse wearing a black robe.

Huh? This body looks familiar, like it's my body?

With this last thought in his mind, his eyes instantly plunged into darkness.

Standing behind the headless corpse was Qiao Yu, holding the Yanyue Blade.

Blood was still dripping from the blade. The middle-aged man never thought that Qiao Yu would not play by the rules at all.

One second he was talking to him nicely, and the next second he directly drew his sword and beheaded him.

Therefore, the middle-aged man was not prepared at all.

"I will find the truth myself." Qiao Yu lowered his eyes, his voice dry.

If it had been before, Qiao Yu would definitely have followed him to Bai Ze upon hearing the middle-aged man's words.

But now, there was a trace of fear in Qiao Yu's heart.

He was afraid, he was afraid that if Bai Ze was really closely related to his parents.

Then who should Zuo You's revenge be placed on? On his parents?

Why didn't they come to him in person? They had been gone for twelve years without any news.

Moreover, if Bai Ze was hostile to his parents, he couldn't go to Bai Ze even more. With his current strength, it would be a waste.

The three mage black-robed men saw that Qiao Yu was in a daze and thought it was a good opportunity!

They waved their staffs and attacked instantly.

"Flame Spear!"

"Aurora Holy Sword!"

"Gale Shattering the Heavens!"

Three completely different violent forces swept toward Qiao Yu.

Rumble!

[Rage state has been triggered.]

Qiao Yu did not dodge or avoid, and forcibly withstood this blow.

At this time, he needed a hearty slaughter to release the negative emotions in his heart.

He glanced back at Ma Fei, and the Ghost Eye Thousand Soldier Path was launched violently.

[-1800]

"Pingyang Swordplay First Style, One Sword Calming Yang!"

Qiao Yu and Ma Fei shouted the same move in unison, and then one held a sword and the other held a knife, and slashed at the black-robed men in front of them.

"-857!"

"-520!"

"-398!"

Various damage values emerged from the heads of the black-robed men in front.

"Holy Wheel Pulse!"

The healer black-robed man hiding in the back raised his hands, and the life values of the black-robed men in front began to recover rapidly.

"I'll see if you heal faster! Or if I slash faster!"

Qiao Yu was like a wolf entering a sheepfold, slashing away the other black-robed men with one blow.

Then he waved the Yanyue Blade and slashed frantically at a black-robed man in front, ignoring the attacks of the others.

"Holy Wheel Pulse!"

The three healers in the back were sweating profusely. They had never seen such a reckless person who just caught one person and slashed wildly.

One slash, two slashes, three slashes.

The life value of the black-robed man in front of him was more exciting than stocks, soaring and plummeting.

New knife wounds were constantly slashed on his body by Qiao Yu, and they were constantly healing under the treatment.

A strange balance was formed between Qiao Yu's damage and the three healers' healing.

After this situation lasted for a quarter of an hour, the black-robed man struggled to raise his head and looked at his three companions, the healers.

"I beg you, stop healing me, let me die!"

The black-robed man's eyes were full of pleading. This process of being slashed wildly and constantly healed was no less than a lingering punishment.

"No! This person didn't attack our healers first, but only slashed at you, which is looking down on our healing ability!" Not only did the three healers not stop, but they also widened their eyes and increased their healing efforts.

"I beg you, stop! Let me die! I'm begging you, you three bastards!"

The black-robed man was tearful, and the pleading in his eyes had turned into despair.

He never thought that one day, even death would become a luxury.

After this quarter of an hour of frantic waving of the knife, Qiao Yu's mood finally returned to calm.

He smiled kindly and looked up at the three healers.

"Very good, you do heal faster indeed. You won."

A triumphant smile appeared on the faces of the three healers, but Qiao Yu's next words froze their smiles.

"Okay, then I'm going to start slashing you next. I hope you can heal yourselves as quickly."

The three healers were shocked and angry when they heard this.

You were the one who said you wanted to compete with us, and now you want to slash us after losing?

Are you a sore loser? Huh?

Are you a sore loser?