The reason why Jiang Xiaoyu prepared so much was because he had to ensure that Zhang Lingzhi was rescued, and secondly, his biggest purpose was revenge.

Now that the innocent person involved Zhang Lingzhi has been rescued, then everyone else is no longer innocent.

Jiang Xiaoyu doesn't care about this life, this game character, even if it is deleted, it doesn't matter, he has to fight for himself.

He entered the Qin family's compound, his steps were brisk, but he walked extremely steadily step by step.

He put his perception to the maximum, his mental power was highly concentrated, and his eyes, ears, and nose were all used, and the wind and grass around him were all in his heart.

Finally, he came to an empty clearing.

He stopped, and a sharp gaze shot out of his dark eyes, slashing at the man sitting cross-legged in the middle of the clearing.

"Zhou Haoran, are you ready to die?"

Jiang Xiaoyu's expression was unexpectedly calm, and he slowly spoke: "These are the last few words you can say in the game with the name Zhou Haoran." ”

"Games?"

Although Zhou Haoran was weak, he didn't see the slightest cowardice, and sneered: "Jiang Zhuliu, when you treat all this as a game, you are destined to be a loser. ”

Jiang Xiaoyu said: "It is precisely because I treat all this as a game that I am not even afraid of death, what else am I afraid of?" ”

The voice fell.

Sou!

He didn't bother to say a word, his legs bent and flicked, and his true qi surged to the soles of his feet, bursting out with amazing power, like a bullet coming out of his disembowel, and rushed towards Zhou Haoran in the center of the clearing.

"Come on!"

At this moment, the majestic momentum exuded from his body has surpassed the peak of his game and reality, reaching the level of a second-rate master in the middle stage, that is, a five-star martial artist.

In other words, at this moment, he broke through his limits and became a five-star martial artist.

This natural breakthrough made Jiang Xiaoyu very comfortable.

A current of heat emerged from all his limbs, and this current of heat greatly enhanced his strength, making him feel that even if he faced a six-star martial artist at this moment, he would not be afraid at all.

The sudden courage made him burst with self-confidence.

As the saying goes: the brave wins when the narrow road meets.

With this momentum, Jiang Xiaoyu was completely able to burst out with 200% of his strength to face Zhou Haoran, who was extremely weak at this time, and in the face of Zhou Haoran's surroundings, there were many black-clothed subordinates with acceptable strength hidden in the shadows.

Whoosh!

At the moment when Jiang Xiaoyu rushed towards Zhou Haoran, under Zhou Haoran's calm gaze, a group of black-clothed people flew over, blocking Zhou Haoran like a shield, surrounding Jiang Xiaoyu like a bun in the most central place.

As for Zhou Haoran, the person with the highest status in the forces of Qingshan City of the Heaven Sacrifice Alliance was naturally located outside the encirclement.

Jiang Xiaoyu did not have the slightest hesitation on his face, let alone a surprised expression.

As soon as he stepped into this area, he sensed the presence of many enemies around him with his keen sense.

Rushing towards Zhou Haoran was just a cover, and the more important thing was to lure out these enemies.

Therefore, Jiang Xiaoyu's shoulders shook, a short knife fell into his hand, he held the short knife tightly with his backhand, his body was like a spinning top, he rotated in a circle, and the nameless short knife cut upward.

The action is like flowing water, and it is natural.

Snort!

The man in black in front of him was directly disemboweled, and his bloody appearance was particularly terrifying.

However, the companions around the man in black did not feel any sadness or sadness about this guy's death, but at the moment when Jiang Xiaoyu's action ended, with the gap between Jiang Xiaoyu's transformation actions, they raised the sharp steel knife in their hands in a swarm and killed Jiang Xiaoyu, who seemed to be defenseless.

The face of the river fish does not change color.

His figure was as ethereal as a phantom, and at various bizarre angles, he flashed the steel knives of the black-clothed people around him, and at the same time, his arms and wrists twisted continuously, and the short knives in his hands danced out, drawing one narrow opening after another on the bodies of the black-clothed people around him.

Although he suffered a lot of knife wounds, none of these awe-inspiring black-clothed men withdrew from the battle, but were aroused to blood, and every time he swung the knife, he became desperate.

Jiang Xiaoyu is a person after all, and his two fists are invincible to four hands. What's more, he doesn't know how many hands he has faced.

While he inflicted damage on the enemy, the enemy also inflicted no light damage on him.

Snort!

From time to time, he was cut by a steel knife, blood flowed, and severe pain spread throughout his body, but he did not frown.

When Jiang Xiaoyu entered the Qin family's compound, he had already made all the preparations.

Not to mention the injuries, the death is within his bearings, this is nothing at all.

You must know that the world of "Jianghu" is 100% real pain, and if it is death, it is really equivalent to dying once.

In the world of Jianghu, very few players are willing to commit suicide, and it is for this reason.

After all, no matter how life exists, it is something that exists in the human instinct and wants to maintain it at all costs.

Bang bang bang!

Jiang Xiaoyu kicked away a man in black while swinging his knife, and stabbed another man in black's head, and then stirred around expressionlessly, and after confirming that this guy couldn't die anymore, he immediately launched an attack on another man in black.

In the process, the injuries inflicted on him by the rest of the men in black, if they could not cause fatal injuries, would be selectively ignored by him.

The strength has not reached the level of crushing everything, this is the most real battle, a real battle to the death that is difficult to encounter in the real world.

Jiang Xiaoyu's bloody appearance is not like a sixteen-year-old boy, but like an adult man, sweating and strength, fighting to the end with a group of enemies.

Zhou Haoran didn't know Jiang Xiaoyu's identity in the real world, but he knew how much pain he would endure in the face of such a death match under the real pain.

This point is enough to prove from the fine sweat secreted involuntarily from Jiang Xiaoyu's forehead, as well as the subconscious convulsions of the forehead nerve.

In Zhou Haoran's eyes, Jiang Xiaoyu's performance undoubtedly exceeded his expectations.

"You are a good martial artist, and if you are as old as you are now, you are good enough to be called a genius."

Zhou Haoran, who was sitting cross-legged, said lightly: "However, it's a pity that in this world, you can only be a loser, you can only be a ...... My men are defeated. ”

"Your men are defeated?"

Jiang Xiaoyu killed a man in black again, of course, at the cost of his back, and there was a serious knife wound.

At this time, his state weakened sharply, and although the enemy was killed by him, there were still many of them.

Jiang Xiaoyu knew that in the eyes of these people, he was like a fish on a chopping board, to be slaughtered.

Is that really the case, though?

The corners of Jiang Xiaoyu's lips sneered.

As he dealt with the men in black around him, he laughed loudly:

"Zhou Haoran, you are really too proud."

"Do you think that if I am really so vulnerable, if I really have no chance of winning against you, I will come and die for nothing?"

"Although this is done knowing that it cannot be done, it is by no means an impossible event, but a small probability event."

"I'm not stupid!"