As Abin, who watched this hand-to-hand fight from a close distance, he once forgot the pain in his body, and just sighed at the gap between him and Zhou Yanhua, or this mysterious man who pulled out a knife to help him, if this mysterious man was replaced by him, and Zhou Yanhua fought hard in this way, he was not sure that he would be able to survive Zhou Yanhua a few punches.

What is the most desperate thing in life, that is, since a person has done his best and given everything, but still can't change his life, and when such a person knows all this, but still fights for himself and lives for himself, isn't it a particularly awe-inspiring thing!?

So, all of this is not ridiculous, absolutely not ridiculous, never funny! Those who are always smiling are the most ridiculous.

Feng Qingyu was still able to fight with Zhou Yanhua at first, but as time went by, he slowly struggled, but Zhou Yanhua looked at ease, he didn't keep his hand, let alone stay, he was completely aiming to abolish Feng Qingyu, because he knew very well that Feng Qingyu would definitely not be his last opponent, and he needed to solve this tricky existence as soon as possible.

Things never go well, for Zhou Yanhua has always been like this, but he firmly believes that his fist can make everything that doesn't go well a thing of the past, no matter who lives or dies, he will live.

It was another gap, before Zhou Yanhua had time to defend, Zhou Yanhua had already passed through Zhou Yanhua's defensive line, perhaps because Feng Qingyu could no longer keep up with his movements, a punch landed on Feng Qingyu's chest, and then grabbed Feng Qingyu's shoulder, and slammed his knee against Feng Qingyu's stomach.

Feng Qingyu spit out a mouthful of blood and splashed it on Zhou Yanhua's pants, but Zhou Qinghua did not let go of Feng Qingyu, whose body was collapsing, and pushed it out directly, and then kicked Zhou Yanhua in the stomach with a heavy kick, these three heavy blows all fell on one point, and Feng Qingyu's expression was twisted violently.

Although this body has been tortured too much, although this body has been strong to a point, but under this blow beyond the limits of human beings, he still fell, like a fallen leaf to the ground, and withered in an instant.

Zhou Yanhua gasped deeply, still looking like a nobody, so powerful that it made people feel desperate.

"It's also your ability to drag me for so long, Liu Aoyang's apprentice. Zhou Yanhua moved his body and said to Feng Qingyu, who was lying on the ground with his head on his back and gasping for breath, perhaps from the beginning, he knew Feng Qingyu's body.

Feng Qingyu listened, especially that word, which seemed to arouse the last battle intent in his heart, he knew that if he forcibly stood up again, he might be completely abolished, but he still stood up slowly and desperately, he could lose such a life, but he couldn't lose the face of that old man.

Zhou Yanhua looked at Feng Qingyu, who had almost exhausted all his strength just by standing up, and there seemed to be a little awe on his face, and he said silently: "It is worthy of being one of the most famous apprentices under Liu Aoyang, you can fight this part, and it can be regarded as not ruining your foundation, but unfortunately, you may not be able to fight again in your life." ”

Feng Qingyu took a deep breath, wiped the blood on the side of his mouth, and then slowly raised his head to look at Zhou Yanhua and said: "Even if I don't have anything to do in this life, I won't regret it, at least in this life, I have a clear conscience, and you, do you dare to look directly at your past? Do you dare to look directly at the nightmare that torments you? Zhou Yanhua, you don't live like a person, you seem to be powerful like a monster, but one day, you will taste that feeling, that feeling that can never be redeemed, you are so strong that you kill yourself!"

This is Feng Qingyu's almost hissing sentence, it is very shocking, even for Abin, he feels that his heart is trembling, if there is no empathy, there is no dirty past, how can there be such a shock.

He began to struggle to get up, he tried to stop everything that had happened because of him, he didn't want the man to die in front of his eyes, the hatred he carried was enough.

Zhou Yanhua was indifferent to Feng Qingyu's words, perhaps this man's nerves had already been completely numb, he recalled that night, when he was eight years old, a bloodstained ghost held a gun to his forehead.

"Live, live like a beast, live like a fucking beast, don't act like a man. ”

Therefore, he changed from a person to a wolf, and a beast, how could he be moved by a sentence, he shook his head slightly and said: "The words of the loser are not convincing, Feng Qingyu, you are about to die, I don't know what kind of rescue you are waiting for, but even if your master Liu Aoyang comes in person, he can't save this young man." ”

"You can't pass my master, you don't know what that old man has gone through!How much he has paid for this martial arts!" Feng Qingyu didn't allow Zhou Yanhua to be disrespectful, and roared while rushing towards Zhou Yanhua.

The next moment, his body finally shattered and then collapsed.

He's dead?

Abin struggled to stand up, rushed to Zhou Yanhua desperately, and then bumped into a full embrace.

At the next moment, Xiao Jiu jumped out, holding a dagger in his hand, and stabbed Zhou Yanhua in the back.

Everything happened in a split second, but it seemed like it had been brewing for a long, long time.

The next moment, Abin fell to the ground and fell on Feng Qingyu's body.

The next moment of the same moment, the dagger was deeply inserted into Zhou Yanhua's waist, and then a heavy punch landed on Xiao Jiu's chest, and Xiao Jiu, who looked quite strong in his body, was directly knocked out and fell to the ground, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

This man, who has not even been shaken by the entire martial arts and has not been defeated in his life, seems to be crumbling in his body.

On the ground, Abin was struggling, this was his only chance, but the blow that Zhou Darkhua gave him just now seemed to be pulling him, making him unable to stand up.

Finally, he broke free from the black hands, slowly stood up, and then saw the most desperate scene in his life.

Zhou Yanhua was standing in place, even though the dagger on his waist was bleeding, the wolf was looking at him with a murderous expression.

Abin's body was trembling, even though he had fought to this point, all he could see was despair, in addition to despair, it was still despair.

Zhou Yanhua touched his waist, he saw blood, and then said to Abin word by word with a smile: "Are you afraid?"