Lu Yu gasped.

He told Tang Mengmeng that his nickname was Qilang, seven times a night or something, he was a little junior brother, and he really hadn't tried to do it a few times a night.

When he says seven, he means archery.

With his current physical strength, he can fire the Great Bow seven times.

If you open it again, you will strain your arm and cause unavoidable damage to your body.

"Yang Dayan, I didn't kill him, now that you retreat, I can act as if this didn't happen." Lu Yu said in a deep voice.

He hid his horn bow behind his back and his hands behind his back to hide his violently trembling right arm.

It was calculated at the beginning.

He has a clear vision of his own strengths.

This kind of big bastard who can barely be classified as a dog by him, he has no problem fighting ten at a time.

Fight twenty, you need to grit your teeth and fight for a lose-lose situation.

Hitting thirty is basically a dead end.

Physical strength can't keep up.

His biggest weakness is his physical strength.

His father cut off his martial arts veins back then, and directly knocked him from a martial artist at the peak of his dark strength to the dust, and became a sick ghost.

If it weren't for Chen Daozang to save him, his grave grass would be not one meter high but two meters high.

Chen Daozang took him to Changbai Mountain, fed him tiger bone wine and bear bile for three years, and practiced the "Xuangui Nine Orifices Breathing Method" for another three years, before he could barely condense his essence and recover his vitality.

But there are still sequelae.

His physical strength is far less than that of a normal martial artist, and he is not afraid of one-on-one heads-up, what he is afraid of is this kind of endless group fighting.

What's more, there is also a Yang Dayan on the opposite side who is not worse than him in terms of hard power.

So he didn't plan to fight the other side.

Use a bow and arrow to win a bargaining chip for yourself.

That's his calculation.

Rise from the ashes.

Empty city plan.

Yang Dayan's pupils shrank, and his face was a little frightened.

He could see clearly that there were still five arrows left in Lu Yu's quiver.

Lu Yu's bow and arrows were too domineering, and he was not sure that he could dodge, let alone others.

There are also five arrows, and if this guy is ruthless, it will be five lives.

Ten million, many, many more, but to buy the lives of his five brothers, it would be too little and too little.

After about half a minute of silence, Yang Dayan felt that it was not worth it and was about to retreat.

Lu Yu breathed a sigh of relief.

Finally the bet won.

At this moment, there was another thunderclap.

The blazing lightning illuminated this side of the world transparently.

In the flash of light, Yang Dayan finally saw clearly, this guy's arm was actually trembling violently!

"Stop!"

Yang Dayan waved his hand and sneered: "Boy, your heart is really good, Lao Tzu was almost deceived by you, what a bluff empty city plan, if Lao Tzu's prediction is good, you can only shoot seven arrows, if you have the ability, you can shoot another arrow?" ”

He reacted.

People are not machines, how can they not be tired.

How much physical strength does it take to pull such a large giant bow?

Lu Yu pulled seven arrows in a row, and if he didn't collapse physically, it was considered his talent.

Lu Yu smiled bitterly.

Directly threw the horn bow behind him: "Aunt Xia, take care of my eating things, pretending to be forced will really be struck by lightning, God can't look past it, and I can't give up my life now." ”

He didn't continue to bluff.

In his current state, his right hand is temporarily abolished, and he can't hold the bow steadily, so he can scare anyone.

"Mom, God, you are really good to Lao Tzu, but it thunders at this time."

Lu Yu scolded secretly.

Sure enough, all the schemes that put hope in probability are shaky.

How can people be better than heaven?

Lu Yu's calculations have always been on the right track, and he was about to succeed, but he was defeated by a thunderbolt.

If there is no thunder tonight, if this thunder strikes a few seconds late...... He will succeed.

It's a pity that there are no ifs.

Lu Yu gritted his teeth, and there was no depression in his eyes.

If the heavens allow him, he will live.

If the heavens will not allow him, he will force him to live.

With a flick of the arm, "Baizi Cut" has appeared in the palm of the hand.

What kind of bullshit destiny, although this is quite second, he still has to say - my fate is up to me, my master is a boy who is destined to go against the sky!

"Yes, this kid's arms are all gone, what is he going to do to turn the tables? Hehe, use a knife, Lao Tzu will teach you how to use a knife on this dog-day! ”

Yang smiled fiercely and beckoned the remaining twenty or so people to gather around Lu Yu.

One person carried a watermelon knife and slashed directly at Lu Yu's head.

Lu Yu paced with small steps, his waist half turned, and then the knife flashed, like a much smaller, but more poignant lightning.

Ahh

A scream.

The man's hand holding the knife fell to the ground, still twitching subconsciously.

Lu Yu bounced up, and with a clean knee, the person suddenly fell into the rain, blood gushed out, and was quickly washed away by the rain.

In the dense rain line, Lu Yu's slightly pale face pulled out a brilliant arc, and his eyes were as bright as stars.

"Teach Lao Tzu to use a knife? You deserve it too! He smiled coldly, "You use knives to cut people, for wine-colored wealth." Glory and wealth, Lao Tzu uses a knife to survive, and the starting point is different, which means that Lao Tzu's knife technique is not at the same level as yours at all. ”

"Boy, you...... Do you use a left-handed knife? Yang's eyes were full of shock.

There is a saying in martial arts, the moon stick year knife.

The knife is a weapon that is most suitable for close-quarters slashing, and it is far more affordable than a bells and whistles.

The meaning of the year knife is that it is easy to use a knife, but it is difficult to practice the heat.

Especially left-handed knives, it is even more difficult.

Lu Yu nodded.

"Good boy, I take back what I just said, you are a real swordsman." Yang said with big eyes.

Swordsman.

The characters on the road, which can play with knives.

Kitchen knives, watermelon knives, folding knives, machetes, butterfly knives, pig killing knives, pigweed cutting knives, nail cutting knives, various knives.

Only the truly top swordsman can be called a swordsman.

This title of dirt to slag represents a supreme honor on the road.

"Of course Lao Tzu is a swordsman, Lao Tzu is not only a swordsman, but also a very powerful swordsman."

Lu Yu smiled coldly and continued to move forward.

Several of the big bastards were stimulated with a fierce aura and rushed towards him with shouts.

Lu Yu gritted his teeth, unambiguous, and slashed down in front of him, each sword light would cut down an opponent, and these big bastards fell to the ground in turn like trees.

He began to have broken thoughts, meaningless, just personal habits.

"People are floating in the rivers and lakes, how can they not be stabbed, I will kill you with one knife, and I will kill you with two knives...... I can't kill you with three knives, I'll cut you with another person, one will kill you, and two will kill you......"

Xia Wanqiu smiled.

She suddenly felt that even if she was implicated and died here tonight, it was worth it.

Laugh down a glass of wine and kill people in the city.

In my lifetime, I can see such a strange man, and what is there to regret when he dies?

Lu Yu's knife technique, of course she can't see the way.

Yang has big eyes.

Completely put away the contempt.

He saw many ways, this young man shot at the right time, the direction was selected to the centimeter, this is a murder knife, only between life and death can be realized.

Lu Yu's knife is calm and even clumsy, but occasionally it is as weird and fluttering as raindrops, and he always adheres to the principle that the knife is the most labor-saving, but the place where the knife falls must be the weakest part of the opponent.

"Boy, how did you kill to practice such a murder knife?" He was shocked.

He prides himself on being ruthless and murderous.

At this moment, I suddenly felt that compared to this young man, I was really a good person.

"Murder knives? Lao Tzu will not kill people until he has to, Lao Tzu is not called a murder knife. Lu Yu said coldly.

"What kind of knife is that?"

"Kill-pig-knife." Lu Yu spit out three words.

No kidding, it's really a kill-pig-knife, a knife technique that comes out of hand-to-hand combat with hundreds of catties of wild boars in the mountains.

In fact, it is far more fierce than the knife skills practiced by killing. 》≠》≠，

Because the vast majority of people are much easier to kill than wild boars.

"-you-mom!"

Yang Dayan was completely angry.

He heard it and thought that Lu Yu was insulting them.

Killing-pig-knife, killing pigs can practice such sharp knife techniques, so aren't they even inferior to pigs?

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