After pondering for a while, Su Yu jumped out of the water and landed on a small boat.
Coincidentally, the black-clothed man on the boat was in the air. He did not guard against people underwater and his lower body defense was wide open.
Su Yu grabbed a divine sword that had fallen into the water and casually pointed it out. Sword Qi entered from his lower body and rushed out from the top of his head.
With a glance, the black-clothed man fell into the water.
The sudden change alarmed the black-robed youths on the other two sides.
“Xue Yu is still alive? !”The two black-robed men cried out as if they had seen a ghost.
Su Yu’s hands were merciless. With a tap of his toes, he shuttled between the two boats like a string of shadows.
Before the two black-robed men could react, the space between their eyebrows had been shattered by each of them. They died in disbelief.
