"Trying to run?"
Yang Zhengshan had not expected him to be so decisive, so utterly devoid of righteousness, directly abandoning his companion and choosing to flee alone.
But Yang Zhengshan reacted very quickly. Just as Yi Shan leapt onto the rooftop, his figure shot out like a cannonball.
If Yi Shan's leap was like an autumn wind brushing falling leaves, light and agile, then Yang Zhengshan's jump was much rougher, almost no different from simply bounding straight up.
When he landed on the roof, many of the tiles beneath him were crushed outright. If the roof had not been fairly sturdy, he might have collapsed it under his weight.
But no matter what, Yang Zhengshan had caught up.
The long spear stabbed out, thunder rumbling in waves, and terrifying killing intent spread in an instant.
Yi Shan was not weak, and he was also a martial artist of the jianghu, relatively good at one-on-one fighting, with extremely rich experience against enemies.
Just as Yang Zhengshan leapt onto the rooftop, Yi Shan's fleeing figure suddenly stopped. He actually no longer ran, but instead turned to counterattack.
A short sword emerged from his sleeve and stabbed straight toward Yang Zhengshan's waist and abdomen.
This move made Yang Zhengshan's heart tighten sharply.
Sure enough, he could not underestimate martial artists of the jianghu.
Though they were both sixth-level martial artists, Yi Shan was much more difficult to deal with than Wu Chongzhe.
What Wu Chongzhe cultivated were battlefield killing techniques with wide, sweeping openings and closings, while what Yi Shan cultivated were vicious and cunning combat techniques. There was a great difference between the two.
Seeing that the short sword carrying a cold glint was about to stab into his abdomen, Yang Zhengshan had no choice but to stamp his foot fiercely, his