Ding Yu practiced his fists and feet, meditated, and practiced external skills under the waterfall he frequented, until the sun waned, and then he returned to the village. However, as soon as he entered the village, he realized that something was wrong—the smell of blood was too strong! But then he remembered that in the morning the hunters had said that they would go into the mountains to hunt more game in preparation for the farewell feast, perhaps because of the smell of slaughtering prey?

He quietly paced to the backyard of Wang Er's house, which was where he usually handled his prey: a few wind chickens and two wax deer legs were hanging from the rope, and three or five sheets of fur that were being tanned were propped up with bamboo strips on the ground, and black-brown blood stains could be faintly seen on the bluestone slab, but there were no fresh blood stains, but he clearly smelled a strong smell of blood coming from Wang Er's house!

Something is wrong! Absolutely wrong! Not only the smell of blood, but also the sound -- at this time of day, every household is already full of smoke, pots, spoons, dishes and chopsticks collide, beckoning children to come home for dinner, and blowing away the yellow dogs who are too attentive to beg for food...... All kinds of voices came and went, but now there was only the sound of wind and running water.

Ding Yu's first thought was to turn around and run away, I am afraid that something bad has happened here, but thinking of Zeng Dali's family and those kind villagers, he couldn't help but hold on to a glimmer of hope - maybe there are still people alive? He casually picked up the firewood knife that Wang Er's family had placed at the back door, and walked back to Zeng Dali's house quickly.

Ding Yu kicked open the door, there was no light inside, and with Ding Yu's eyes, he could only roughly see that there seemed to be no one inside, but at the door of Xiao Zhunan's room, there seemed to be a small shoe -- wait, that was not a small shoe, it was a foot, a child's foot! Ding Yu "buzzed" in his mind As soon as the ground rang, he didn't care much, but with enough leg strength, he jumped more than two feet in one step, and came to the door of Xiao Zhunan's room, only to see a twelve or thirteen-year-old child crawling there, wearing the clothes of Xiao Zhunan, but there was nothing on his shoulders, only a large pool of blood! He reached over tremblingly, trying to see clearly, and suddenly there was a strong wind behind his head. Ding Yu didn't have time to think about it, he brushed it off with his sleeve with his backhand, and at the same time, his figure flashed, and he had turned around and leaned against the wall, facing the outside.

With a "snap", the object behind him was thrown against the wall by his sleeve, and the strong force seemed to smash it. At this time, a person flashed out from behind the door of the outer room, dressed in a gray warrior robe, holding an unsheathed long sword, and three long beards on his face, and the man smiled and said: "Great monk, you are very ruthless!"

Ding Yu was stunned for a moment, and then realized that what he was talking about was the object that flew just now, he glanced at it with his peripheral vision, and immediately rushed back with blood all over his body, it was not a hidden weapon, it was clearly a child's head! At this time, it had been smashed into a ball, and he couldn't distinguish his face. But the long hair on the skull, and the clothes worn by the corpses underground, all point to one answer -- Xiao Zhunan! The little bead girl who is shy when she sees a stranger, cries her nose when she sees him angry, and pesters him all day long to tell stories and learn martial arts!

Just when Ding Yu's mind was lost, an extremely sharp sword came down from top to bottom, straight to Ding Yu's right shoulder. Ding Yu remained motionless, allowing the sword to plunge into his shoulder. The person on the top has been lying on the beam for a long time, and at this time he was overjoyed, and he was waiting to use his strength to unload Ding Yu's right arm, but suddenly found that the long sword in his hand was embedded in the crack in the stone. She looked at Ding Yu, just met a pair of blood-red eyes, and the boundless killing intent contained in her eyes shocked her hand to be weak, and she couldn't hold the hilt of the sword, and the whole person fell, but after all, she had practiced martial arts for many years, and her body instinctively adjusted her center of gravity in the air, brushed her feet upside down, and flew out with her right foot, kicking Ding Yu's chest. She was very happy with herself, not everyone can use such a good offensive and defensive trick at such a moment.

However, that smile froze on her face in the next moment, and before her right foot could touch Ding Yu's clothes, it had already hung down softly, and she didn't understand in the end, how did she die?

Ding Yu's five fingers were still in the woman's skull, the soft and slippery feel made him feel happy, and he somewhat understood why Mei Chaofeng liked to use this trick so much, the enemy's flesh and blood, the enemy's brain, was the best accelerant for the fire of hatred.

The three wisps of Hu outside saw the junior sister stabbing Ding Yu with a sword, and then flew in the air, praising himself in his heart, but he didn't want to become Ding Yu's five fingers to grab the top door of the junior sister and throw her whole person to himself. He took a step back and retreated into the middle of the hall, the long sword in his hand made a "sticky" word, and took the junior sister with the spine of the sword, and at the same time he roared in his mouth, standing up, the closet, the bottom of the bed, and the wardrobe...... People rushed out of various hidden places in the room, connecting three wisps of Hu himself, and a total of eight people surrounded Ding Yutuan. Only then did he look down at his junior sister, only to find that his junior sister was pale and breathless, and there were red and white things flowing out of the five finger holes on the top of her head, and the person had died of incense! He screamed miserably, pointed his sword at Ding Yu, and shouted: "He killed Qingyan! He killed Qingyan!" Three of the remaining seven people had red eyes, and one of them was Lao Qinghe. He had a battle between heaven and man in his mind, and finally gritted his teeth and said, "Let's abolish his limbs first!" Immediately, seven swords came out together, pointing at the joints of Ding Yu's limbs.

Ding Yu slammed straight ahead, seeing that the four sharp swords were about to reach him, he suddenly took a deep breath, and his originally thick torso flattened a lot in an instant, and then he twisted his waist violently, and he pierced out of the sword light without a smile. As soon as he got out of the sword net, his left hand had grabbed one person's arm, and his right elbow hit the other's ribs, and the two of them roared in unison, one was crushed by the vajra fingers, but the other was smashed by the vajra fist, and the internal organs were shattered by the vajra fist, and he was frozen on the spot, and from time to time a mouthful of thick blood with minced flesh spurted out of his mouth, and he was no longer alive.

The remaining six people, even the three wisps of Hu, put down the body of their senior sister and stabbed Ding Yu with their swords, but this time it was not just the joints of the limbs. Unexpectedly, Ding Yu waved his left hand and danced the swordsman with the broken arm like a blade. The man was connected from hand to foot in a line, nearly eight or nine feet long, enveloping all six people, the six people reacted differently, two of them rolled to the ground to avoid, three of them took two steps back, only one of them could not avoid it, so he had to erect a long sword to block, and the blade of the sword and the human body touched, and immediately cut off half of the calf. Under Ding Yu's wielding, blood splashed all over the room, especially the person who held the sword to block, and was even more watered with blood. Although he had also killed people and seen blood, he never thought that one day he would cut off his junior brother's limbs with his own hands and then be soaked with his junior brother's blood, and he collapsed for a while, throwing down the sword in his hand, while constantly wiping the blood on his face, while screaming and turning to run away. Ding Yu pulled out the long sword on his shoulder with his backhand, flung his hand and flew out, and after the strong force made the long sword penetrate the man's vest, he also flew forward several feet with him, nailing him to the wooden door.

Just a few breaths, nearly half of the nine people in ambush in the house have been killed by Ding Yu, and the remaining five people are all frightened, Lao Qinghe only had time to shout: "Withdraw!" and broke the window, flew outside the house, and the other four people followed suit, but unfortunately not all of them were close to the doors and windows, one of them ran two steps to the left window, and was caught up by Ding Yu, grabbed his neck, and the seven cervical vertebrae were crushed and five knots.

Luofu Thirty-six Swords originally had nine people ambushed in Zeng Dali's house, and the remaining twenty-seven people were ambushed in various parts of the village. Due to the small space in the house, too many people entering the house would get in the way, so the twenty-seven swords were deployed outside the house to prevent Ding Yu from escaping. Unexpectedly, it was four of his own people who escaped, and they were covered in blood and embarrassed. One of the people outside the house snatched out of the crowd, hugged Lao Qinghe and asked, "Senior Brother Lao, what's the matter?"

When Lao Qinghe saw that there were still twenty or thirty people on his side, he was a little settled in his heart, and he didn't have time to elaborate, so he only said: "The idea is pierced, and the sword formation is quickly formed!"