Zhou Jinyu didn't understand the situation yet, so he stood in the distance and watched quietly for the time being.

I only heard the black-clothed man with more than ten braids and a copper rod on his back scolding the grass hut: "For so many years, everyone thought you were dead, but I didn't expect you to hide here." ”

No one answered in the hut.

The man in black with the pigtails continued: "I heard that you killed that waste, presumably your martial arts have improved a lot over the years, do you dare to come out and pick me up a few moves?"

Zhou Jinyu could understand that the name of the black-clothed man with braids was a stick, looking at the name of the name, this stick may be the same as that knife, and it is also one of the four Dharma kings of Miao Wang Feiguo.

It's just that this stick actually called a knife a waste, and it seems that his kung fu is much stronger than a knife.

There was no answer in the house, but Yizhu did not give up, and continued: "Since you dare not come out, you will not blame me for being polite." ”

With a big move, seven or eight black-clothed men piled dry firewood around the grass hut one after another, and they actually set fire to the house.

Zhou Jinyu was worried that Lan Yaqiu and Lin Lei'er were still in the house, so she couldn't bear it for a while, and was about to step forward to stop it.

Suddenly, a figure rushed out of the room, like a pink ghost, and it was the woman in pink who was badly burned.

The pink-clothed woman had an extra sword in her hand at some point, the cold light was shining, eye-catching, and under the flashing of the sword light, more than ten swords had been stabbed out in the front and back of a stick.

Although the sword moves were fast, these more than ten swords were all forcibly blocked.

A copper stick that was originally carried on his back was turning rapidly in his hand, and the shadow of the stick covered his body, like an iron bucket, invulnerable.

Suddenly, a stick shouted, "Going." ”

The copper stick in his hand stabbed straight out, hitting the lower abdomen of the woman in pink, because the stick was full of internal force, the force of this blow was not trivial, the woman in pink flew straight out, smashed through the door panel of the grass house, and fell heavily at the door.

The woman in pink spit out a mouthful of blood, gritting her teeth and trying to get up, but she couldn't move because of the pain.

Two more people suddenly rushed out of the door, one left and one right, hurriedly checking the injuries of the woman in pink.

Zhou Jinyu could see clearly from a distance, those two people were Lan Yaqiu and Lin Lei'er.

Before Zhou Jinyu had time to rejoice, he saw that the bronze stick had already slashed towards Lin Lei'er's Heavenly Spirit Gai.

At the last moment, a sword light flashed, separating the copper rod.

The sword light was pale pink.

Shadow Sword.

Zhou Jinyu was still a long distance away from Lin Lei'er, but he didn't expect him to save people's hearts, and in a hurry, he had unconsciously used the footwork he had learned under the mountain stream, and the distance of one hundred and ten steps arrived instantly, handing out a sword that could not be wielded.

This sword move was mediocre, but it turned Lin Lei'er into a safe one.

Lin Lei'er looked up and saw Zhou Jinyu, overjoyed, blinked her autumn-like eyes and said, "Brother, you're finally back." ”

Lin Leier seemed to have known that Zhou Jinyu would come back.

Zhou Jinyu was about to ask carefully, but heard Lan Yaqiu say softly: "You will always appear when I need you the most, but I didn't expect you to come back so soon." ”

It seems that everyone knows that Zhou Jinyu will definitely come back, but only he doesn't know.

Lan Yaqiu and Lin Lei'er said a word, but there was no time for Zhou Jinyu to speak.

Suddenly, a stick laughed in that loud voice: "Hahaha, what a fast sword, what a fast footwork." ”

If it weren't for the stick talking, Zhou Jinyu hadn't realized that he had only moved a hundred steps in an instant, and he had to sigh that the sword moves on the boulder were really profound and superb.

He then asked, "Who are you, and I don't know you, so why do you want to obstruct me?"

Zhou Jinyu turned around and stared at a stick, his eyes were much sharper than before, like a sharp sword, staring at a stick uneasy.

Zhou Jinyu said slowly: "I am their friend, if you want to kill them, you have to kill me first." ”

He said it slowly, but unquestionably.

Zhou Jinyu himself didn't realize that he was now beginning to become indifferent when facing the enemy.

He asked, "Whose friend are you?"

Zhou Jinyu said: "They are naturally my friends. ”

A stick pointed at the woman in pink who was lying on the ground and sneered: "Hmph, do you know who this ugly woman is?"

Zhou Jinyu did not say that she knew, nor did she say that she did not know.

A stick said: "Since you don't know who she is, how can you be her friend?"

Zhou Jinyu said: "Because she saved my life." ”

A stick suddenly laughed and said, "Hahaha, what did you say? She saved your life?"

From Zhou Jinyu's sword, a stick is enough to see that Zhou Jinyu's swordsmanship is far above the woman in pink, and he will not believe that Zhou Jinyu's life still needs to be saved by the woman in pink.

Zhou Jinyu said lightly: "Yes, she saved me, so I have to save her too." ”

The woman in pink raised her head with difficulty and glanced at Zhou Jinyu, because her face had already been deformed, so she couldn't see whether there was trust or gratitude in her eyes.

Zhou Jinyu's eyes don't lie, and she is half-convinced.

One stick was not sure to defeat Zhou Jinyu, but he couldn't go.

Because, if he can't bring Lin Lei'er back, Miao Wang Feiguo will not let him go, maybe it will be ten thousand times more painful than dying in battle.

What's more, this heavily burned woman in pink seems to be more important to Feiguo than Lin Lei'er.

Yiba wants to gamble with fate, he wants to use all his strength to give Zhou Jinyu a fatal blow, if he can win with one blow and not give Zhou Jinyu a chance to make a move, then he will win the bet.

What's more, the weapon is an inch long and an inch strong, and his copper stick is twice as long as the long sword in Zhou Jinyu's hand, and he gradually has confidence.

A stick regained his majestic aura, and his cloudy eyes seemed to emit a sharp light, colliding with Zhou Jinyu's indifferent gaze.

The air around them seemed to have condensed, and even the sound of birds was gone.

Lan Yaqiu felt the powerful murderous aura emanating from Zhou Jinyu's body, she didn't expect Zhou Jinyu's skills to reach such a realm after coming up from the cliff.

Suddenly, there seemed to be a wind in the forest.

The leaves fluttered.

The copper stick was like a vicious wolf with its fangs exposed, piercing the sky, carrying the whirring sound of the wind, and went straight to Zhou Jinyu's heart.

This copper stick is almost infused with a stick of life's strength, and he wants to use the stick as a gun to pierce Zhou Jinyu's heart.

And for a stick to do this, it must be swift and powerful than a gun.

However, the copper rod in the hand of a stick is more than enough to do this, and the force on this copper stick is enough to penetrate the thick iron sheet.

The bronze stick was only a few inches away from Zhou Jinyu's heart.

Zhou Jinyu hasn't made a move yet.

He was still staring at the stick, without the slightest expression on his face.

Yizhu believes that no one can dodge such a short distance, not to mention that this is still his own full blow.

A sinister smile gradually appeared on the corner of his mouth.

He felt like he was going to win the bet.

A bright red stream of blood erupted, scattering a cloud of blood mist in the air.

The sinister smile at the corner of his mouth faded away, and his gaze became hollow, as hollow as a dead man did not close his eyes.

Zhou Jinyu didn't know when he had reached the back of a stick.

A stick didn't see how Zhou Jinyu got behind him, and no one could see it clearly.

Zhou Jinyu only made one move, the first move, but no one could see it clearly.

The Shadow Sword was back in its sheath.

A stick slammed straight to the ground.

The black-clothed men gathered around the hut had their mouths wide open and their eyes wide, their eyes were also empty, but they were not dead.

They tried to flee, but their legs would not listen.

So, they chose to climb.

Jungle.

The leaves no longer shake.

The wind stopped.

Silence, deathly silence.