The sky is clear, but the wind is surging, lightning and thunder, and it is indescribably uncomfortable and weird. He Jinshui stared at the ball of light tightly, ready to meet the earth-shattering blow at any time.

The speed of the ball of light was not fast, and it came over slowly, and the target was not He Jinshui, but the small hill under his feet. After hearing a muffled sound like the sky falling apart, He Jinshui felt that his feet began to shake violently, and the hill trembled violently like an earthquake.

He Jinshui's heart was shocked, and he jumped down from the top of the mountain in a panic, and at the same time took out a knife and shouted: "Change!" The little stone comprehended, and immediately turned into a metal long stick ten zhang long and the thickness of the wrist, which was held by He Jinshui in his hand.

He Jinshui did not hesitate to brace down with both hands, like a pole vaulter, bent and deformed the long stick with the impact force of falling in mid-air, and then ejected it far away, instantly breaking away from the encirclement of Xiaoshan and the death knights.

He Jinshui was in mid-air, rolled several times in a row, and then fell down, falling into a bush 100 meters away. He rolled around and unloaded his momentum, and ran away, making his next move as he ran. At this time, it had been an hour since Kaidong and the others left, and they must have been ten miles away, and they could retreat from the other side, and by the way, they could attract all the enemies. Having made up his mind, he let out a few loud shouts and burrowed into the bushes behind the grass.

Seeing that He Jinshui was in danger, Alves actually took advantage of the chaos to escape, and was so angry that he slapped the seat to pieces. With a wave of his hand, the death knights turned on their horses and chased in the direction of He Jinshui's escape. The horses' hooves trampled heavily in the grass, startling countless birds. The leading Death Knight took the lead, wielding his saber and chasing after him, when he suddenly felt a strong force attack, and he was thrown off his horse as if he couldn't resist, and his head hit the ground and he couldn't get up again.

Underneath the war horse, the small stone was hidden in the grass by He Jinshui when it landed, and it turned into a stick and suddenly stood upright, instantly penetrating the belly that was difficult to cover the heavily armored war horse, and nailed it to the ground. The Death Knights, who were following them, did not stop for a moment, and directly trampled on the bodies of their companions and chased them into the woods, and the poor knights who fell to the ground were reduced to pieces under the pressure of the horses' hooves. The pebble turned back into a flying knife, and after being summoned by He Jinshui in the depths of the bushes, lightning flew back into his hands.

He Jinshui observed, chose a section of slippery terrain and silt accumulation, casually inserted a small stone horizontally behind the trunk of a tree more than a meter high next to him, and after yelling at the death knights who were chasing after him, he ran into the distance. The knights followed the direction of the sound, and just as they were about to pass the big tree where the small stone was hiding, it once again turned sideways into a long stick to stop the knights who were approaching at high speed.

The knights could not avoid it, so they had to tighten the reins of their horses. The knight in front of him was stopped in the chest by a long club, and the slow down behind was too late, and the remaining momentum was not over. After colliding with each other, they fell off the horse together. After braking the slippery road, the horses broke their legs and fell to him, rolling painfully on the ground.

He Jinshui saw the knights rolling down like arhats from a distance, and couldn't help laughing. Unfortunately, at this time, none of the weapons on his body could break through the defense of the obsidian armor, and there was a sense of powerlessness like a mouse biting a turtle, so he had to give up the surprise attack and run wildly again.

At this time, except for the first two knights who were seriously injured, the remaining ten dead knights were not injured. They gave up their horses and rode out in pursuit.

When passing by a muddy field, He Jinshui's eyes rolled, and he jumped straight in, letting the sludge smear all over his body, leaving only his head floating on it, and pulling two clumps of weeds over his head. The knights passed by him without stopping, but they didn't even notice him.

He Jinshui quietly turned over and sat up, bent over and hung at the back of the team. He followed the last knight with his palms and the pull of his strength, and suddenly his left hand reached out, hooked his neck, pinched his head with his right palm, and turned 180 degrees clockwise violently, and broke the opponent's neck with a dark click, and then killed the second and third. Just as he was about to assassinate him, he slammed the garlic under his feet and fell to the ground. He quickly got up and ran to the rear.

The death knights turned around together, and after discovering He Jinshui's trace, they let out an angry roar that was not like a human being, and in an instant, several flying axes flew out in no particular order, spinning and slashing towards He Jinshui.

He Jinshui heard the sound of the wind, turned around and fluffed his arms, and the golden control ability was activated, dragging the flying axes and jumping into his hands one after another. He Jinshui estimated that the flying axes would not be able to break through the opponent's defenses, so he decided to smelt them all. I saw several throwing axes begin to redden, soften, hovering above his arm and spinning at high speed, fusing into a metallic orb. The shape of this metal ball was extremely unstable, and from time to time melted liquid metal fell off its surface and dripped down, and He Jinshui used all his strength to control it to remain in its original state, suspended in front of him.

I only heard He Jinshui shouting: "Come and don't be rude, then!" With that, the metal liquid ball flew out quickly, floating in the group of death knights and spinning at high speed. In an instant, the liquid metal rained off the liquid ball's body, and exploded in the crowd as it spun at high speed. Several knights couldn't dodge, and the high-temperature metal liquid entered their eyes, and instantly a sizzling sound sounded, and the smell of paste spread, and they lost their combat effectiveness at once.

When He Jinshui saw that there were still 4 death knights left standing in front of him, he looked hideous, and walked up with a sneer and rubbing his fists. At this point, he felt that he was completely capable of fighting the other party, and there was no need to dodge and dodge anymore.

The Death Knights had solemn expressions, their sabers held high in both hands, and they occupied four corners around He Jinshui Station, and squeezed towards him diagonally.

He Jinshui closed his eyes and felt the breath of the wind. He silently recited "He is strong by him, the breeze blows the hills, he is horizontal by him, and the bright moon shines on the river", and the trick of "moving flowers and trees, fighting and turning stars" that he comprehended when cleaning up the little madman came to his mind.

The death knights moved, and with the sound of whirring wind, they slashed horizontally, vertically, stabbed, and obliquely, attacking from all directions, as if all the retreats of He Jinshui were blocked at once. He Jinshui suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the long knife that was flying quickly to his body with a smile, as if it was about to be penetrated through his body.

At this time, He Jinshui moved, his hands transformed into shape, his strength shifted, and his hands danced in the void like holding the ball, rubbing the ball, spinning the ball, and rolling the ball. With the magic of his palms, the air around him rubbed and flowed violently, and it became faster and faster, forming an irresistible force.

The Death Knights felt the slashing knives in their hands being pulled by a tremendous force, and they were uncontrollably carried away for several meters before piercing through the bodies of their companions. The last knight looked at his fallen companions in a daze, and felt a sharp pain in his chest. He lowered his head and saw a saber coming out of his back, the tip of the knife coming out of his heart, emitting a white cold light. He froze for a moment, and in an instant he felt the world spinning, and he fell to the ground all at once.

The last Death Knight had no sorrow, no pain, and his mind repeatedly replayed the moment like an electric shock and flint just now, and muttered in his heart, "How did he do it?"

This became the last memory of his life.