"Don't think about any of you. The black-clothed ghost-faced man spoke, seemingly only targeting Gu Zhenhong and Qin Shuyu, while the little girl with the sword on her back was completely ignored.

The little girl was very unhappy, she was easy to be ignored when she was with Lin Xingyu and them, these people hadn't even asked her name until now, and the man in black opposite was even more like she didn't exist.

.........

The sun sets, the light dissipates, the night covers the earth, and in the distance, at the end of the line of sight, the sky and the earth are one, dim and boundless, indistinguishable.

Wu Yixiu saw that the poisonous powder had completely dissipated.

"It's almost, it's time to go to Hanjiang Pavilion, and when you arrive, it's safe. Wu Yixiu muttered to himself.

The four ghosts rushed from all directions at the same time.

This blow is unstoppable.

That's not going to stop.

Sacrifice your life is.

Wu Yixiu raised his hands and shouted: "Burning blood!" The silver needle in his left hand burst out with a faint blue aura, piercing into the heart of his left chest, and the silver needle in his right hand pierced one inch to the right of the center of his chest at the same time. After the first puncture, Wu Yixiu's momentum rose sharply, and his whole body burst out with blue Xuan Qi at the same time, like a burning flame. In the second needle, the silver needle of the left hand pierced the middle of the left neck, and the silver needle of the right hand pierced three inches below the right rib at the same time, and the momentum soared again, and the blue Xuan Qi gradually transformed into a light purple from the sole of the foot to the top of the head, and the surge of three points was like a raging flame. In the third needle, the silver needle in the left hand was the first to pierce the lower half of the ear, and the right hand was raised, aiming at the Baihui acupoint on the top of the head and about to be photographed.

"Whew!" a black feather arrow struck with the sound of breaking wind and lightning and flint. Wu Yixiu, who was surging with blood all over his body, didn't notice it at all, and the arrow directly pierced Wu Yixiu's right shoulder, splashing blood.

Wu Yixiu's right hand silver needle fell, falling short, his arm drooped down, unable to lift it. If this last needle pierces into the Baihui acupoint, Wu Yixiu's Xuan Qi realm will climb to the peak of the little grandmaster, before the body's qi and blood are burned out, not to mention the total annihilation of the four ghosts of Youyou, it should not be difficult to kill two or three, but unfortunately it is only a little bit of time.

The four ghosts of the butterfly arrived in an instant, and shot at the same time.

The ghost sword was in his hand, and he stabbed at Wu Yixiu's heart.

The ghost wolf leaped to his feet and rushed downward, slashing with his two knives crossed in his hands.

The ghosts laughed strangely, threw out their souls, and the three of them spun like the wind, setting off layers of snowspouts on the ground.

The ghost envoy held two extremely short daggers in both hands, and the cold light flickered, looking for an opportunity, but he did not make a move.

Wu Yixiu's left hand shook, and the short knife made by Lin Xingyu suddenly appeared in his hand,

The whole body of the knife is shiny, the blade is cold and shiny, and the red line of the handle is as good as new, which shows that Wu Yixiu cares about this short knife very much and maintains it very well.

With a swing of the knife in his left hand, he picked up the ghostly stabbing sword, and raised it to the left to block the double knives cut by the ghost wolf.

The ghost's soul flew in, and the rapidly rotating blade slashed through Wu Yixiu's waist, and the blood stained his right leg red like flowing water.

Wu Yixiu didn't care about the injury, he rushed forward suddenly, and stabbed at the ghost's heart, and the ghost raised his sword to aim at Wu Yixiu's heart, and the long sword was against the short knife, and Wu Yixiu would inevitably die first.

Wu Yixiu turned the thorn into a pick, picked up the long sword, and attacked again, while spitting out a flying needle from his mouth, and the ghostly horizontal sword blocked the short knife while moving his head to block the flying needle with a mask.

Wu Yi's method of burning blood failed, the Xuan Qi realm was not improved enough, and he was surrounded by four enemies at the same time, so he was definitely not an opponent, so he could only find a way to kill a bloody path, and he could still exchange his life for life with one enemy, two or three, so he chose to attack with ghosts.

The ghost retreated step by step, and Wu Yixiu was pressing step by step, and at the same time he had to be distracted to observe the surrounding situation.

Even so, the encirclement of the four ghosts is still as tight as a net, the distance is getting closer and closer, and the range is getting smaller and smaller.

Seeing this, Wu Yixiu gave up the idea of attacking the ghosts, and held a short knife in his hand, blocking the attack of the four ghosts in all directions.

In just a moment, Wu Yixiu was already covered in blood, and there were seven or eight wounds all over his body.

The moon had quietly risen and hung in the air, illuminating the snow-covered ground with a faint moonlight.

Wu Yixiu's blood kept dripping on the snow, and the smell of blood coming from the air aroused the heavy killing intent of the four ghosts, and they were extremely excited.

Chess is the most interesting game when the opponent meets, and the two sides can fight heartily, use all means, win or lose are satisfied, and success or failure are heroes.

Although it was now four to one, it did not affect their excitement at this time.

"Huh!" another black feather arrow flew and shot straight at Wu Yixiu's heart.

Wu Yixiu was already dizzy, his whole body was exhausted, and even the color of Xuan Qi had dimmed, and he threw out the short knife in his hand with all his strength, and the flying arrows were menacing, and the short knife was swung away between collisions, and it also deviated from the crosshairs.

The fatal arrow could avoid Wu Yixiu's heart, but it still pierced his left arm.

The huge inertia directly caused Wu Yixiu to fall to the ground, unable to stand up again, and the short knife just fell down, directly inserted into the snow in front of Wu Yixiu, reflecting a faint moonlight.

In the distance, a black-clad ghost-faced man with a curved bow in his hand jumped to the other four.

The blade is still shiny, the blade is still cold, and the red line of the handle is soaked with blood.

Wu Yixiu lay on the cold snow, looking at the sky, the moonlight was bright and the stars were shining.

I remembered the words of a drunken young man on the streets of Kyoto City that day, "Is he bitter?"

Turning his head sideways at the short knife that Lin Xingyu gave him, the brilliance in his eyes became darker and darker as the color of Xuan Qi gradually disappeared.

In the distance, a black-clad ghost-faced man held a curved bow, and in a few jumps he reached the side of the four of his companions.

"Let me end his life. The ghost monster walked up to Wu Yixiu with a smile, held the soul corpse, and slashed down at Wu Yixiu's neck.

"Wait! that old liar can't die yet!" a flying rock slammed into the ghost as the shout rang out, and the ghost bounced away.

The five of You Die looked at the voice at the same time, and the person who came was Lin Xingyu.

Lin Xingyu held his legs, panting like a cow, the sound of breathing in his lungs was like a bellows, and a large area of white mist was produced and dissipated in front of him.

"I don't measure my strength and seek my own death. The ghost said with a smile.

Wu Yixiu's dim eyes had a beam of light, and then it went out again, Lin Xingyu's appearance made him feel relieved and sad at the same time, relieved that Lin Xingyu came, just came, appeared before he died, sad that he shouldn't come, the seventh stage of the martial arts realm, it is really meaningless to face the little grandmaster, not to mention the four little grandmasters.

Lin Xingyu walked towards the five of Youdie.

"I have four companions, and they are right behind, come right away! Let go of that old liar!" Lin Xingyu said unhurriedly.

"Qin Shuyu and Gu Zhenhong have been stopped by our people, it's impossible to come over, let's die. Ghost Wolf said.

"There is also a master of the world realm, he is also near me, haven't you found it?It seems that your information about You Butterfly is not very good!" Lin Xingyu said confidently, and at the same time continued to walk forward with his hands behind his back, not fast or slow, "I have already appeared here, if you dare to hurt me or that old liar, I guarantee that you will not survive for a second." ”

The five of You Die were not afraid, but looking at Lin Xingyu, who was only the seventh stage of the Martial Arts Realm, walking towards them with such confidence, he was a little uncertain in his heart.

Lin Xingyu walked forward hard, his hands behind his back were shaking like chaff, he didn't know what to do, he didn't know how to save Wu Yixiu, he didn't know how to escape, but he had to come. He guessed that Wu Yixiu's move was probably targeted by You Die, and the last time Wu Yixiu had an abnormal move, within a few days, You Die appeared in the dark room. When he arrived in Kyoto this time, Wu Yixiu was basically very strange throughout the whole process, but Lin Xingyu didn't think much about it at that time, thinking that he was pretending to be a famous teacher in front of Qin Shuyu.

It wasn't until he rushed over that he saw Wu Yixiu seriously injured and fell to the ground from a distance, and in a hurry, he groped out a few stones in the snow and smashed them at the ghost, which saved Wu Yixiu, and then thought about how to deal with the situation behind.

"I can deceive for a while, I can't deceive for a lifetime, and when I come to them later, what if they don't let Wu Yixiu go? What if they take out the sword?" Lin Xingyu's heart was beating like thunder at the moment, he was nervous, and he was walking slowly for fear that he would be found if he was a little unstable.

A hundred paces away, nearly fifty steps have been taken, and the countermeasures have not yet been thought of.

But You Die's five people stood in place and did not continue to attack Wu Yixiu and him, which was also the motivation for Lin Xingyu to dare to continue to move forward.

Lin Xingyu stabilized his breath and continued to walk forward.

One-step, two-step, three-step, four-step, five-step...... Seventeen, eighteen, nineteen...... Thirty-one, thirty-two, thirty-three steps...... Forty-two steps, forty-three steps, forty-four steps.

Lin Xingyu was already standing in front of the ghost, only two meters away, and Wu Yixiu was only five or six meters away, and he would die if the ghost made a move.

In order to show strong confidence, Lin Xingyu stared straight into the ghostly eyes. Under the extremely nervous spirit, looking at the vague and empty eyes of the ghost mask, he was dizzy, almost unable to stand on his feet, and his body shook a little.

The ghostly eyes were sharp, and the long sword pointed at Lin Xingyu's heart.

"What kind of torn mask do you have? Lin Xingyu turned his head and looked at the others.

A large piece of blood flowed out from Wu Yixiu's body, and the blood and snow melted and joined together, and he had lost too much blood and passed out.

"If you don't have any opinions, I'll take him away. Lin Xingyu said.

"Well, no comment. The ghostly voice was tinged with a hint of banter.

Lin Xingyu was expressionless, and walked towards Wu Yixiu happily in his heart.

One, two, three, four, five.

Lin Xingyu turned his back on his hands, trembling, and laughed out loud when he was seen by the ghost.

"Poof!" a sword pierced Lin Xingyu's chest.

Lin Xingyu lowered his head and looked at the bright sword tip that passed through his chest, cold and cold, and the strength of his whole body was quickly drained. However, what followed was not a pain in the chest, but a head, pain, a good pain, a lot of pain. The pain was intense, as if someone was frantically tearing his brain apart, about to split it in two, as if he had been pierced into his brain by thousands of sharp objects, as if he was being stabbed with his life, as if there were countless poisonous insects gnawing at it, endlessly, and like a piece of burning red iron thrown into his brain, burning his brain and almost boiling.

Lin Xingyu held his head with both hands, trying to crush his head to relieve the pain, shaking his head in pain.