Cheng Daguang and Jin Yi are hardcore brothers, and now that he was killed on the ground, of course Jin Yi couldn't stand idly by, he waved the stick in his hand and rushed towards the old man. www.biquge.info It is not an exaggeration to call the "king of sticks" that he can swing a stick like a wheel and block all the enemy's retreats.

However, Fu Donghai knew in his heart that Cheng Daguang's iron spear was not inferior to Jin Yi's stick technique. However, the opponent's easy move cost him his life, and in this kind of master duel, no one will be lucky. Even Jin Yi himself may know that his actions are tantamount to hitting a stone with an egg, but emotions and friendship sometimes make people see life as light as water and as thin as a cloud!

Sure enough, Jin Yi also fell, but it was not Huangfu Dong's hand. Everyone saw that Jin Yi's face was densely staring at the poisonous needles that looked like cow hair, and when he fell, he was faster and more miserable than Cheng Daguang; without any struggle, dozens of poisonous needles instantly turned his skin black, and even the blood flowing out of his seven orifices was purple and black.

However, among the hundreds of eyes, none of them could see clearly where the poisonous needle came from, but Chu Ke was even more sure of these four wicked people, that is, one monk and one old and one young, as he said! And although he did not see whose masterpiece it was to shoot Jin Yi, he was sure that the person who threw the poisonous needle was the woman sitting on the camel -- Wu Yue'er.

At this moment, two well-known martial artists fell one after another, which made the partner be frightened, and the remaining eight martial artists all looked at Fu Donghai with stunned eyes, hoping that he could come up with a good idea.

In desperation, Fu Donghai had no choice but to make a move to draw a fan, and instructed the martial artists:

"Let's go together, there's no way back!"

Eight people, eight kinds of weapons, like a raging flood besieging an isolated island, instantly surrounded the old man and the camel, and the woman on the camel; there was no love between them, and there was no nonsense to talk about, and they had only one wish in each other's hearts - to kill each other in order to get out of the "Valley of Despair" alive!

The old man who led the camel and the woman who sat on the camel's back not only did not panic, but had a sense of relief that ordinary people could not understand, and from the smile on the corners of their lips, it seemed to say:

"Good girl, how fun, I'm going to move my muscles again!"

The first to shoot are these eight people, because fear makes people nervous, and when they are nervous, they will shoot faster and more actively than usual!

Lu Zhonglin's three-section stick was already in his hand, but no one could see where he had pulled it out, all one could see was that his three-part stick was like a poisonous snake with three heads connected to each other, and it was rushing towards the woman on the back of the camel with lightning speed.

After a gust of wind, the woman on the camel's back did not move, but suddenly there was a bald monk behind her.

The monk smiled and said to the woman on the camel's back:

"Yue'er, if I didn't save your life, I'm afraid that your two 'peaches' will also be broken by this reckless man!"

Wu Yue'er smiled and said:

"Very well, if you can kill him, this girl's body can be enjoyed to your heart's content tonight!"

When the monk heard this, he smiled lewdly, and he didn't even look back, and hit Lu Zhonglin with a Zen stick. Lu Zhonglin hurriedly raised the three-section stick to block, unfortunately, it was useless; his three-section stick was broken on the spot by the opponent's Zen staff from the sky, and his head was also shattered on the spot by the opponent's Zen staff--its tragic scene is unbearable!

At the same time, An Xiaofeng's meteor hammer had already aimed at the head of the old man leading the camel and flew away! You must know that his meteor hammer was within 100 steps, and he had not missed it yet. In terms of distance, he has an absolute advantage in the battle in front of him. Because, the distance between him and the old man was less than twenty steps.

It can be said that at the moment when his meteor hammer was shot, people saw An Xiaofeng's confident smile! However, at the moment when the meteor hammer he threw was about to hit the back of the old man's head, the confident smile on his face froze, and immediately turned into a look of fear, because his meteor hammer suddenly stopped there and did not move!

He looked closely, but found that the iron chain at the back of the meteor hammer was actually entangled in the dust of the Taoist. At this moment, he felt that the iron chain connecting the two meteor hammers was coming from a strong dark energy, so that his hands could not hold the meteor mother hammer at this end.

However, when he was about to let go, the other party's Buddha dust loosened faster, and between the two of them, he also secretly helped, which made his meteor hammer ten times faster than when he swung it, so his right chest was inevitably hit by a bloody hole by the meteor hammer that bounced back - and he was killed on the spot!

Two more companions fell in an instant, and Fu Donghai knew that he was in a catastrophe. Often, when people's hopes are dashed, they will have an unpredictable courage! This is how Fu Donghai suddenly took a tall horse in front of him, picked up the iron spear that Cheng Daguang had abandoned on the road, flew on his horse, and galloped out towards the four wicked men -- he was ready to fight to the death!

However, his horse had only run seven steps, and a pair of front hooves were swept away by the fat monk Long Yun's Zen staff, and the horse neighed in pain, planted forward, and lifted Fu Donghai off his back!

Chuuk and Shi Neng rushed desperately to save the owner who had fallen to the ground.

At this moment, the purple-clothed swordsman was about to step out of the gravel road around the "Desperate Valley", and he was about to step on the long yellow sand, and the wine in the wine bag in his hand had been drunk, and the last roast lamb bone had also been eaten cleanly, and he was discarded on the yellow sand under his feet.

Suddenly, he heard a terrible wail of a horse behind him, and his voice was as mournful as a cuckoo's cry of blood!

The purple-clothed swordsman immediately stopped, his sharp eyes couldn't help but look at the test sheep bones that had just been dropped on the ground, and at that moment Fu Donghai's sincere and kind gaze appeared in his mind, and he saw his peaceful and warm smile!

Long Yun's Zen staff was swung out again, this time he took the initiative to attack, as if he had the idea of ending the battle early, because Wu Yue'er agreed, let him enjoy it tonight!

His Zen staff was aimed at no one else, but Fu Donghai, the owner who had just been rescued by two samurai. The Zen staff itself was heavy, but under the wave of his thick arm, the power was even more terrifying! Looking at that form, Fu Donghai was already certain to die!

However, there are some things that are not until the last minute and cannot be hastily drawn.

Just when Long Yun's Zen staff came from behind with the power of Wan Jun, and was about to approach Fu Donghai's head, suddenly, people saw that a black shadow swept away, and a pair of extremely fast hands grabbed the dragon head of the Zen staff-just like the bull's head on the top of the person, stiffly pushed away, and people saw the purple-clothed swordsman twist Long Yun's Zen staff aside.

Everyone was shocked, and Fu Donghai immediately instructed Shi Neng:

"Quick, help!"

So, Shi Neng jumped forward and slashed at Long Yun six times. For a while, Long Yun was caught off guard, and helplessly, the Zen staff was held tightly by the purple-clothed swordsman and couldn't pull it out. As a last resort, Long Yun had no choice but to abandon the battle and turn over and leave.

Seeing this, the purple-clothed swordsman flew vertically, pierced Long Yun's back heart with a sword from behind, and immediately threw himself on the ground.

Seeing Long Yun fall to the ground, the other three wicked people exclaimed in surprise, and they all jumped to the bald stone of the opposite stone cliff, pointed to the purple-clothed swordsman and said:

"Nanjian, don't push people too much, we just kindly let you go, and we didn't embarrass you, and you don't know what to do, but you came to pick up the tiger's whiskers!"

The purple-clothed swordsman pulled out the bloody sword from Long Yun's corpse and said coldly:

"I'm sorry, I've already been paid by the other party!"

"How much do they pay you?" asked the old man Huang Fudong in horror.

"A bag of wine, a roast leg of lamb!"

The three of them looked at each other and said indignantly:

"What do you think of us, is our lives worth this money?"

"It's okay to raise the price," Nan Jian said expressionlessly, walking straight under the stone wall where they were standing, "Then you have to ask them if they want to increase the size!"

The three of them laughed and looked at each other again, and then they flew together and pounced, rushing towards the southern sword below. The other party was not afraid, and he also soared to the ground, flying up against the three of them.

At the same time, the blood sword in his hand flashed over the faces of the three people who rushed towards him like lightning, and the onlookers below first saw a starlight twinkle in the sky, and then a clanging sound.

Later, everything became quiet! Even the three corpses that had fallen on the side of the road were motionless, but when people walked over, they found that there was a faint sword mark on the throats of the Taoist, the old man, and the woman—as if they had been cut by a blade of grass, but the blood was flowing incessantly!