Seeing that Shiqiu was still smiling like this now, the expression on the small-eyed man's face gradually became cold.

"I'll let you die now!" the small-eyed man glared at Shiqiu in annoyance.

A pair of hands slowly stretched out in front of Shiqiu, and five fingers pointed at Shiqiu's forehead.

"I'll fulfill you now!"

A white light flashed in front of Shiqiu's eyes, and a silk thread thinner than a silver needle approached his forehead, and an arrow that flashed with lightning blocked the silk thread.

A slender hand gripped the arrow and lifted the thread aside, revealing the smiling face of the waiter behind him.

"When did you!?you broke free!?no!How did you find my silk thread!" The expression on the small-eyed man's face froze instantly, and he took a few steps back in horror.

As early as after Shiqiu discovered the secret of his moves, he found the silk threads wrapped around his hands and carefully broke them, and he was afraid that Xiaoyan would find out that he had lost control, so he kept pulling the broken silk thread with one hand to prevent him from losing his pull.

"Huh!" snorted coldly.

The other party actually took the initiative to distance himself in front of an archer! Immediately, the longbow of the servant Qiu was full of arrows, and the runes on the arrows flashed, and the target was directly aimed at the small-eyed man!

Xiaoyan is not a vegetarian either, and when he saw Shiqiu counterattacking, he immediately walked out of the surprise just now, waving his two hands quickly.

The arrow reached Xiaoyan's face in the blink of an eye, but it suddenly stopped, and Xiaoyan was only a few inches away from it and never moved again.

Xiao Mu looked at the squire in the distance and laughed out loud.

Just as Xiaoyan was proud, the runes on the arrow suddenly appeared!"Boom", the arrow exploded in front of him, and the firelight illuminated everything around him.

With the explosion of the arrows, Shiqiu felt that the restraints on his body were suddenly gone.

With the explosion as the center, there were some faint fires burning around them, and these were all the silk threads emitted from the little eye's body, which were now ignited by the flames, and the little eyes lost control of them.

Shiqiu looked at the firelight in the distance, and shot several arrows in a row, these were all special arrows he brought out from Uncle Cui, and the special runes on these arrows could cause such an explosion.

Although there were not many, now was not the time to hesitate, and he did not stop his movements until there was still the last exploding arrow left in his hand.

After the fire faded, he walked slowly, the ground had been blown out of the crater by the explosion just now, and the small-eyed man just now was lying in the deepest pit, scorched black, not knowing whether he was dead or not.

Shiqiu searched his body and found a dagger that he deliberately placed on his body before going out, he was an archer, but he still had the habit of putting a dagger on his body, in case he was approached something.

With the dagger in his hand, he cautiously approached the small-eyed man, who was no longer able to be called a person.

A piece of clothing that had been burned by flames, sticking together and smelling of mush, was picked up with a dagger, revealing the true face of the little eye, an eight-clawed spider.

The spider was the size of a man's head, and three of its eight long legs had been burned by the fire, and the rest had been reduced to ashes, and even a thick black slime was oozing.

In the end, with the black sharp horns on its back, Shiqiu recognized that this should be the black and gold pointed horned spider of the demon clan.

"I didn't expect to be able to meet the demon clan. Shiqiu thrust the dagger into the head of the black-gold sharp-horned spider, and then breathed a sigh of relief.

But now is not the time to rest, he looked in a direction, there is Meng Chou, the current Meng Chou is surrounded by the controlled villagers should no longer have the ability to act.

Shiqiu wanted to get up and go over, but as soon as he stood up, the wound on his body was in severe pain.

He gritted his teeth, trying to insist, but he couldn't move, his hands and feet seemed to be constantly calling, no matter how he controlled it, he didn't listen to his own call.

"Reached the limit?" Shiqiu fell to the ground, and the pain in his body gradually disappeared, and then he fainted in front of him.

Shiqiu's body could no longer support it.

In the distance, the crowd was surrounded in the middle, and the water stains on the ground glowed blue under the light of the large array. The long sword kept flying in the big array, and the clothes on Meng Chou's body had been torn by the people around him, revealing his tight muscles.

There were blood-red scars all over his body, of varying shades. Bright red blood flowed down his body and dripped into the large array under his feet.

Meng Chou gasped heavily, and the turbid true qi spit out of his mouth, long before that, his physical strength could not support it, and now he was only beaten among these people.

But he kept staring at one place, stubbornly not falling, even if the steps under his feet became more and more messy, even if his movements became more and more sluggish.

There may have been a moment when he had doubted it, but he quickly dispelled it. He struggled with his partner not to do that kind of escape, so he stubbornly persisted.

Eventually, he couldn't hold it anymore, and the flying sword fell to the ground, splashing droplets of water on the ground. A fist hit him in front of him, he didn't have time to dodge, let it hit him, everything in front of him became blurred, and he fell heavily to the ground, he tried to stand up again, but he didn't even have the strength to lift his fingers.

He looked at the place where Shiqiu had left, and slowly closed his eyes.

At the last moment, he still trusted his friend.

The surrounding villagers quickly gathered, picked up the long sword in their hands and stabbed Meng Chou on the ground.

The long sword pierced the thick chest, and blood flowed out little by little, dripping to the ground with sweat.

Just as Meng Chou had already accepted the fact that he was about to die, he smiled bitterly, tears quietly crossed his face, but the long sword did not penetrate deeply.

There was a sound of falling to the ground in the distance, Meng Chou opened his heavy eyelids, and the villagers around him had fallen to the ground, motionless.

He smiled and wiped tears from the corners of his eyes.

At this time, Yueyan was pulling Fu Ji, who was scolding in his mouth, and ran all the way into the woods outside the village.

The strength of the white-haired man is not something they can compete with, he only has the right to run away now, and the most important thing now is that he doesn't know what happened to Meng Chou, he has encountered such a thing, did they also encounter something? Thinking of this, Yue Yan couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.

Thinking of this, there was a sudden sound of wind behind her head, Yue Yan only felt a chill behind her back, her hair stood on end, and then she instinctively lowered her head.

This happened to allow him to dodge the kick of the white-haired man, and then Yueyan rolled on the ground, and Fu Ji, who was dragging in his hand, was pushed aside by him.

"Why is it so fast!" Yue Yan was secretly surprised in her heart.

Yue Yan was instantly ready for battle, but the white-haired man in the distance suddenly stopped moving, and his resentful eyes also looked at a place in the distance.

"You guys dare to kill my brother. It took a long time for the gray hair to say such a sentence.

He spoke in such a light tone that he couldn't hear the anger in his tone at all.

"Go and bury him!"