Looking at Lin Xing's domineering appearance, Zhou Kun looked disdainful and snorted coldly:

"You don't think you can beat us with just a few of you, do you?"

"If you can't beat it, you have to fight!"

Lin Xing said, taking the lead and rushing towards Zhou Kun, he wanted to use it to test the sword.

"Kill them for me!"

Zhou Kun didn't want to weaken his momentum, so he gave orders to the knights and disappeared.

Liu Qi and the others were divided into two teams, one team attacked Xiao Li and the others, and the other team chased after Lin Xing.

Xiao Li had just recovered from his serious injuries, and the slut's new skill had already been used to save Lin Xing just now, how could they have beaten the chivalrous man, so they had to retreat.

Although Yanyan was injured in the leg, she was not bound by the crystal box, and her combat strength was still there, so she let Ximen carry her to help the sluts.

Those chivalrous men had suffered losses at Yanyan's hands, and they didn't dare to step forward for a while.

Lin Xing's situation is a little bad, he has to dodge the skills of chivalry on the one hand, and on the other hand, he has to beware of Zhou Kun's sneak attack in the shadows, and he is overwhelmed.

"Shackles of sin!"

Distracted, Lin Xing couldn't dodge, and was hit by the enemy's control skills, and his feet couldn't move.

Liu Qi had already been angered by Lin Xing, and when he saw Lin Xing trapped, he yelled and ran over.

He had watched the battle between Zhou Kun and Lin Xing, and knew that Lin Xing had no skills, so he directly used the strongest martial arts, and wanted to kill him in seconds.

"Flame Dragon Flurry!"

A ten-meter-long dragon with flames all over its body flew out of Liu Qi's palm, waving its dragon claws, and roaring towards Lin Xing.

At this time, Lin Xing was not afraid, his eyes were firm, he held the sword in both hands, thinking about the cold sword intent, and swung down.

"Whew!"

The sword body struck Yan Long's body, causing layers of mist, and Lin Xing's body leaned backwards.

The scorching heat made the long sword turn red, and under the transmission, Lin Xing's hands endured incomparable pain.

Hot sweat soaked his clothes, and in an instant they were steamed dry again.

It's hard to imagine what it's like.

But even so, Lin Xing did not discard the sword in his hand, as if the sword was already a part of his flesh and blood.

Lin Xing's body had already been beaten by Zhou Kun, and he could still stand because of the pursuit of the sword and the protection of his relatives.

But the sword intent was not able to comprehend it for a long time, which made Lin Xing doubt his ability.

"Is it true that a game is a game after all? ”

Lin Xing shook his head violently, denying this idea, it must be his own thinking is wrong.

But where is the right way?

Zhou Kun, who was in high-speed action, had been observing the dynamics of the field, and after seeing Lin Xing and Liu Qi deadlocked, he leaned over very quickly.

In such a state, Zhou Kun didn't believe that Lin Xing could still avoid his attacks, so he used his divine power for this.

"Buddha Yuanjin!"

Zhou Kun was right, although Lin Xing sensed the fluctuation of divine power, he couldn't avoid it.

The fist slammed into Lin Xing's face, and his body lost its balance and flew out.

"Bang!"

Lin Xing smashed on the ground, and the sound shook the sky.

His eyes were dull, and his body was stiff, looking like a dead man.

But Zhou Kun still didn't give up, caught up and made up for it a few more times, and saw that Lin Xing had no reaction, so he put his mind at ease.

What followed was an incomparable sense of accomplishment, and he finally did it, and now that person should have his own place in his heart.

In order to kill Lin Xing, he reneged on his faith and sacrificed several of his friends just to find the location of the slut thieves.

Finally, everything was done, and what awaited him might have been the call of death, but he didn't care.

It would be even more perfect if he could die at the hands of Fairy Ziyan.

Thinking like this, he looked at Yeon-yeon on the side, his eyes full of love.

But when he saw Yanyan lying in Ximen's arms, blood flowed from the corners of his mouth, and he was inexplicably distressed.

"Who wounded her?

Zhou Kun's eyes were red, he glanced at everyone and asked.

That cute little girl had been used by him as a substitute for Fairy Ziyan, how could he tolerate others doing something to his beloved.

Ximen murdered them and Yanyan together, so naturally it couldn't be them.

Then, there may only be Liu Qi and these chivalrous people present.

When the knights saw Zhou Kun's crazy state, they were all a little scared and intended to leave this place.

While retreating, he waved his hand and said, "It's not us, we don't know how she changed to be like this, she was fine just now." ”

However, how could Zhou Kun believe them.

"Is that you?"

Zhou Kun suddenly appeared in front of a knight, grabbed his neck, raised it high, and roared.

The knight was choked by the throat, his face was red, he could not speak, and he whined.

Zhou Kun acquiesced to him, and used force in his hand.

The bloody picture shook the hearts of every knight, and there was only one word in their minds, and that was to run.

This is probably the stupidest decision of these knights' lives.

Their actions made Zhou Kun firm in his thoughts.

Chase!

Simple actions, the fall of human life.

"Zhou Kun, the person who hurt Yanyan is none other than you!"

A familiar voice sounded behind Zhou Kun, waking him up from his madness.

Compared to Yeonyan's affairs, the owner of this voice made him more concerned.

"You're not dead?"

Zhou Kun turned around and shouted in disbelief.

That's right, the person who spoke was really Lin Xing, who should have died.

It stands to reason that if his head is attacked by the Buddha's Yuanjin, Lin Xing will definitely die.

But at the critical moment, Yanyan noticed Zhou Kun's movements and saved him with damage transfer.

In this way, it was indeed Zhou Kun who injured Yanyan.

Zhou Kun didn't know Yanyan's skills, and of course he wouldn't believe Lin Xing's words.

But he is now in a bit of a dilemma, the knights have all been beaten away by him, and no one has helped him anymore.

Lin Xing must die, otherwise everything he did would be in vain.

He hated why he didn't take a knife to slaughter Lin Xing at that time, and hated that the treasure in his hand was still cooling.

Without thinking too much, Zhou Kun rushed towards Lin Xing, and he could only gamble.

Bet that Lin Xing has not yet comprehended the snow blowing swordsmanship, and bet that Lin Xing's injured body can't keep up with his movements.

Lin Xing could have waited for Zhou Kun to go away, and then got up and left with everyone.

But he didn't want to do it, because he realized, he realized his own kendo.

Before, he was too persistent, how could a sentient person wield a ruthless sword.

In his previous life, his friend designed him to practice a ruthless sword.

Now, he has Yanyan by his side, Xiao Li and others, as well as the promise to the white-clothed figure.

His sword is sentient, a sword born for love.

Now that he has realized the sword, he is not afraid of Zhou Kun.

Yanyan's injury was suffered for herself and forced by Zhou Kun.

If he doesn't die, how can Lin Xing be at ease.

If Zhou Kun wanted to escape, it would be impossible for Lin Xing to kill him at his speed.

Therefore, Lin Xing couldn't let him go, and asked him to kill himself.

This time, Lin Xing didn't observe the changes in the leaves on the ground, he closed his eyes.

The wind came again, the moon was brighter, and Lin Xing's sword moved.

No one could see how he made the sword, they only knew that the direction of Lin Xing's sword was Zhou Kun's chest.