When the three of them went hunting, they were betting on which one to lose, and they wanted to invite the other two people to go to the Chunyi Pavilion to have a little fun, but because of the matter of the prince of Jin, the three of them were not interested, so they had to set up a table at Ma Bencai's house, and the three of them ate the prey they had hunted themselves, and chatted while drinking wine.

After midnight, Tian Zhiyu saw that the time was almost up, and was about to quietly go out to visit Su Yijin, when he suddenly remembered that Ma Bencai said that the prince of Jin and Zheng Luqiu might want to take revenge in the past few days, and thought about it and brought his Longquan sword.

As usual, Su Yijin waited by the window while humming a song, and when she saw Tian Zhiyu's figure, she opened the window and let him come in.

The two of them closed the window, and after a burst of affection, Su Yijin said, "Brother, you are really good at performing during the day."

Tian Zhiyu hugged her and said, "It's not as good as our Jin'er, we can win the Oscar directly?"

"What is Oscar?" asked Su Yijin curiously.

"It's the highest praise for the performance, saying that your performance is vivid, and it's almost real," Tian Zhiyu said.

"Why haven't I heard this metaphor?" asked Su Yijin in hot pursuit.

Tian Zhiyu didn't know how to explain it to her, so he had to use the trick of transferring Dafa, Su Yijin was so confused by his touch, he had to say: "Brother, be honest, I'm going to scream if you touch me again." ”

"You scream, even if you cut your throat, no one will come to save you. ”

Tian Zhiyu came to this kind of old-fashioned conversation, but Su Yijin heard it for the first time, and couldn't help but giggle.

"By the way, Jin'er, I think the prince of Jin is arrogant and domineering, but it seems that he is really restrained with you, which is rare," Tian Zhiyu thought of the performance of the prince of Jin during the day, and felt very curious.

Su Yijin snorted and said, "My master and King Jin are also old acquaintances, and they also have mutual needs, so King Jin doesn't dare to do anything to me, let alone this straw bale son." ”

So that's the case, but I don't know what kind of agreement there is between King Jin and her master, so that the unstoppable King of Jin and his son will honestly abide by the rules.

"But I always feel that this world, although he is not very smart, is still enough to forbear, Jin'er, you still have to pay attention to him," Tian Zhiyu remembered that he was going to kill Wu Lihan today, and he was still very worried.

"Don't worry, brother, Jin'er will protect herself," Su Yijin said.

Tian Zhiyu nodded, and suddenly remembered that the dagger he wanted to give her was still on his body, so he took it out and handed it to her: "This is the dagger that my master originally built, it is extremely sharp, you can use it for self-defense." ”

Su Yijin took it, looked at it carefully, pulled it out again and looked at it carefully, and finally said: "This dagger is so exquisite, more beautiful than all the knives I have ever seen, and I have never seen this kind of material, brother, what is this made of?"

Tian Zhiyu smiled and said: "This material was exclusively created by my master, and I won't do it, he made me a few, and my brother will give you one to carry with you, which can be used for self-defense if you are in danger." ”

Su Yijin nodded, thinking to herself, in fact, Jin'er will have a lot of ways to defend herself, but since it was given by her brother, no matter what Jin'er is, she must take good care of it.

Unconsciously, the time was in the second half of the night, Su Yijin didn't want Tian Zhiyu to go, but Tian Zhiyu didn't want her to stay up all night, so he put her to sleep, so he left her.

When Tian Zhiyu walked to the street, the originally empty street was suddenly filled with murderous aura, and Tian Zhiyu suddenly realized that Ma Bencai was right, the prince of Jin and that Zheng Luqiu would really come to find a scene.

For the first time, Tian Zhiyu had the danger of facing the enemy, which made him not only not afraid, but felt extremely excited, his true qi instantly rose to the highest, and Long Quan behind him also realized the danger and made a buzzing sound.

After a while, a figure appeared at the end of the long street, and although it was still far away, Tian Zhiyu still recognized that he was Zheng Luqiu, who wanted to kill Wu Lihan during the day.

During the day, Tian Zhiyu observed that he had a close kung fu with Wu Lihan, that is, the level of Shangzhong, and Tian Zhiyu had just arrived at Zhongzhong at this time, and there was still a big gap between him and him.

The reason why Tian Zhiyu didn't lose so badly when he fought with Ulihan was that Ulihan showed mercy to his subordinates in the end, and secondly, because he knew that Ulihan would not really hurt himself, Tian Zhiyu relaxed his mentality and actively faced the battle.

And now it's different, if nothing else, this Zheng Luqiu will definitely come to kill himself, and fighting him is completely different from fighting with Wu Lihan.

Tian Zhiyu didn't dare to slack off, and pulled out the Longquan Sword from behind his back, and suddenly a trace of cold air flashed on the dark long street.

Zheng Luqiu also pulled out his sword from behind his back, but his sword was black and swarthy, almost hidden in the darkness.

Tian Zhiyu felt the pressure in the first move of the two people, Zheng Luqiu's internal strength was really close to Wu Lihan, but because he was ruthless and attacked with all his might, his true qi was transmitted to Tian Zhiyu's hand along with the sword body, and his tiger mouth was numb.

followed by a few more moves, Tian Zhiyu deliberately focused on defense, trying to find flaws in the defense and trying to counterattack.

It's a pity that Zheng Luqiu is different from Wu Lihan, not only the attack methods are different, but also every move and style is different.

If Wulihan's Qingquan Stone Flow is a gentle and continuous attack, Zheng Luqiu's move is a strong and fierce attack. The black sword in his hand seemed to be extremely heavy, and every time he attacked, he wanted to cut off Tian Zhiyu's Longquan, and every time the Longquan Sword received an attack, it would make a whining sound, as if it was about to cry.

Why are the moves created by the grassland people so feminine, and the moves of a Central Plains person so fierce, Tian Zhiyu couldn't help but think.

However, there was not much time left for him to think, Zheng Luqiu seemed to have tested Tian Zhiyu's kung fu, and with confidence, he began to make continuous moves, wanting to rely on his momentum to completely suppress him.

After fighting dozens of moves, Zheng Luqiu found that although he was much higher than Tian Zhiyu's kung fu, it was difficult for him to carry out effective attacks. Tian Zhiyu's body is flexible, and he can avoid the heaviest attacks every time, and skillfully transfer the remaining strength, so it seems that he has an absolute advantage, but he can't fight quickly.

Zheng Luqiu also sped up his moves, trying not to give Tian Zhiyu so much time to think, and at this time, Tian Zhiyu gradually became familiar with Zheng Luqiu's moves.

At the beginning, he had been using the grass to resolve all the strength of Zheng Luqiu, and at this time, Zheng Luqiu was getting closer and closer, and finally used the wind in an instant, and played a counterattack.

This trick really worked wonders, not only forcing Zheng Luqiu to take two or three steps back, but also almost forcing him to throw off his sword. Zheng Luqiu was taken aback, he didn't expect that this kid would have a chance to fight back, and the move he used was really the Imperial Grass Seeking Wind of the Beiyi National Master Dalantai.

"Who are you, why do you use the grass to find the wind?" Zheng Luqiu finally said the first sentence.

"Who am I? Beiyi National Master Dalantai's closed disciple, what's the matter, scared?" Tian Zhiyu said.

Zheng Luqiu was taken aback and said, "Nonsense, where did the Han disciples come from in Dalantai?

"Why can't Dalantai have Han disciples? There are Han ministers like Qian Jingyuan in the Beiyi Dynasty, so why can't Dalantai accept Han disciples?" Tian Zhiyu lied confidently.

Zheng Luqiu hesitated a little, if this person was really a disciple of Dalantai, if he killed him, it would be tantamount to making his master and Dalantai have a feud, and his brother in charge would definitely scold himself if he knew about it.

But he thought about it again, now there are only the two of them on the street, and only God knows if he killed him, and Dalantai will not know, thinking of this, he no longer hesitated, and killed Tian Zhiyu with more violent moves.

Seeing that he didn't frighten him, Tian Zhiyu smiled cheaply, also waved his sword, and ran towards him.

This time, Tian Zhiyu no longer focuses on defense, but both offense and defense, and takes out all the spirit and spirit of the battle against Ulihan, and does not think about whether he will be injured for the time being, but only wants to experience the pleasure in the attack.

This made Zheng Luqiu a little confused, he didn't expect Tian Zhiyu to use such a sharp attack, but he was a little in a hurry.

After all, he had higher kung fu than Tian Zhiyu, and quickly adapted to Tian Zhiyu's attack, and the two sides began to attack each other frequently.

Tian Zhiyu understands that he is at a disadvantage everywhere, if he fights like this for a long time, he will inevitably be knocked down by him because of his lack of true qi or physical strength, and only death will greet him like that.

However, such a real fight has indeed benefited a lot, it is more enjoyable than the duel with Wu Lihan, and in the face of the enemy who wants to put himself to death, all of Tian Zhiyu's potential has been stimulated.

The Longquan Sword also seemed to be more imposing, and as its master became more and more courageous, the sound of the sword became louder and louder. The other party's black iron sword seemed to be gradually cowardly, his voice was not as arrogant as it was at the beginning, and in the face of the increasingly fierce Long Quan, there was a posture of surrender.

The two of them fought dozens of moves, although Tian Zhiyu's physical strength decreased a little, but his momentum became more and more fierce, and Zheng Luqiu still had the advantage, but he couldn't kill Tian Zhiyu for a long time, which made him a little anxious.

Tian Zhiyu saw that he was finally in a hurry, thinking that if he persisted, he would definitely lose, and now he was in a panic, and it was the right time.

So he used all his true qi to greet the sword he swung over, and after the collision of Mars and the earth, the swords of both of them were shocked and they came out of their hands.

Tian Zhiyu took advantage of Zheng Luqiu's surprise to use his fighting skills to start hand-to-hand combat with him, when did Zheng Luqiu fight with someone in close quarters, he was a little stunned all of a sudden, and after parrying a few moves, he used all his internal strength to punch Tian Zhiyu.

Tian Zhiyu deliberately caught this punch, let his true qi hit his lower abdomen, and then deliberately flew out backwards, making Zheng Luqiu think that he had been hit.

Zheng Luqiu was really fooled, he was overjoyed to see Tian Zhiyu fly out, and ran towards Tian Zhiyu with his fists non-stop, never giving him a chance to breathe.

But when he was very close to Tian Zhiyu, he suddenly saw that guy took out a dart from his waist and threw it out towards him with the trend of his body falling.

"Despicable, use a hidden weapon," Zheng Luqiu shouted, quickly flashed his body to dodge, and when he looked at Tian Zhiyu again, he saw that he had four darts in each hand, and at the same time, he threw out all his strength.

Before Zheng Luqiu's swear words could be spoken, and before he had time to dodge, the darts had already been inserted into different parts of his body, and one of them hit him in the throat impartially, blocking all the words he wanted to say in his stomach.

Watching him slowly fall, Tian Zhiyu let out a sigh of relief, and thought to himself, fortunately, he still has a personal secret weapon, otherwise he really has to explain here today. It seems that my dart is not only suitable for hunting, but also for killing.

He walked up to Zheng Luqiu, who had already fallen, looked at him and couldn't take his last breath, and said, "Don't struggle, since you always want to kill others, you must be prepared to be killed by others." Let's be a good person in the next life. ”

A few minutes later, Zheng Luqiu's mouth was filled with blood, his body slowly stopped twitching, and he glanced at the world with infinite nostalgia, and closed his eyes with infinite hatred for Tian Zhiyu.

Seeing that he was finally dead, Tian Zhiyu finally couldn't hold it anymore, he was paralyzed on the ground, and his legs had no strength, not only because of the violent fight just now, which consumed too much of his strength, but also because, after all, this was the first time he killed someone in this world, and he was still a middle-grade master, and his heart was still beating violently when he thought of this.

When his body finally had strength, he got up and took off all the darts, wiped them clean, and put them back on his waist, these daggers are used as killing weapons, and they can be used as killer weapons in the future, Tian Zhiyu doesn't want to waste them.

He went to retrieve his Longquan again, wiped it clean, glanced at Zheng Luqiu, who was motionless, and turned to leave.