After all, Luoye Fenghua is not a cover-up, and Zhou Jin is convinced after fighting the defensive battle. Looking at the brave postures of the dozens of barbarians rushing up not far away, Zhou Jin continued to hide without hesitation until he saw the two guys next to him who had tried their best to rush up. Looking at their exhausted looks, Zhou Jin nodded unconsciously with blood flowing from the wound, it was just the two of them.
When he mentioned the Purple Gold Bow, he shot an arrow at it. The two of them were caught off guard and Zhou Jin shot one of them. Seeing the weak and pitiful aura on Zhou Jin who was holding the bow, they pulled out the bow and arrow, and rushed over with their swords in hand. Zhou Jin was so frightened that he immediately hid in the hidden position.
The two of them chased towards the hidden rock formation and watched Zhou Jin dragging a man who seemed to have expired and ran inside. Not far away, there were about a dozen guys covered in blood lying there. The blood stains on the ground, Immediately, their eyes lit up. Encountering love at the corner, no one would have thought that there would be someone hiding here unless they got closer. The two of them smiled similarly and rushed inside. Zhou Jin was so frightened that he quickly dropped Shi Lang and Chen Yun and ran inside.
The two of them ignored Shilang Chenyun who was on the ground and chased after Zhou Jin. They raised their swords and slashed at Zhou Jin who was about to catch up. However, he then stepped into the air and fell into the pit with a "coaxing" sound. The spear that passed through his body directly caused the man who fell into the pit to let out a heart-rending wail. Zhou Jin, who was being chased in front, turned around, drew an arrow and shot at the man behind him.
However, is it too naive to shoot with a bow and arrow at such a distance? He is still using a bow that is only played by children. He slightly turned sideways to avoid the arrows shot by Zhou Jin. He picked up his companions in the pit and placed them aside. Yan Hu slowly moved toward Zhou Jin pushed forward step by step. The surrounding area was like a closed valley. To Yanhu, they were just turtles in a urn. Before, his companions were too impatient to step into the trap.
Seeing that there was no way to retreat, Zhou Jin threw the bow to the side and transformed into Emperor Ba Qianqiu. Speaking in a bad barbaric language that he had just learned recently, he said: "Hero, can you give me a way to survive?" Yanhu was stunned when he heard this, and then smiled and said: "What do you think?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Yanhu struck with a knife. Zhou Jin, who had never felt the power of the innate barbarians, instantly released his energy and blood. The physical power of the body-protecting Gangqi reached its peak, and his internal energy was fully strengthened, facing the power of the innate barbarians. . However, the ideal is beautiful, but the reality is skinny. The powerful force coming from the knife made Zhou Jin spurt out a mouthful of blood in an instant.
Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, he slowly raised the knife. No matter how difficult it was to catch it, Zhou Jin finally took another knife. Then there was a burst of crazy laughter: "This strength is not bad. What's your name, that barbarian?"
Seemingly surprised by the other party's strength, or perhaps not expecting that the other party had such pride, Yan Hu slowly raised his knife and replied: "Yan Hu." "Yan Hu, come on, let's see if I stop here today or if you are the one to drink in anger right there. ." As the words fell, Zhou Jin was surrounded by fighting spirit. His strength was mentioned again and again. Zhou Jin, bolstered by fighting spirit, did not lose at all in the battle with Yan Hu, who was attacking with all his strength.
However, as time went by, one of them became more brave as he fought, while the other gradually became dizzy. Yanhu, who had lost too much blood, was finally exhausted. He seemed to feel that his condition was not right. In such a situation, if he continued to fight, he would definitely suffer. on the spot. After a fight, Yanhu distanced himself. Although he was not too willing, in such a situation, death was inevitable without using his natural combat skills.
Sensing that something was wrong with the opponent, Zhou Jin had to concentrate and prepare. The effect of the medicine had not yet taken effect. Such a barbarian could resist it well enough. Feeling the opponent's increasingly stronger aura, Zhou Jin had to work up her spirits. This was because she had to increase the pace of her attacks.
Then Zhou Jin was unambiguous, and Emperor Ba Qianqiu reappeared in the wild land, secretly pursuing a heroic journey. When the two extreme moves met, Zhou Jin was unprepared and shocked. Zhou Jin felt that every inch of muscle in his body was about to explode. His internal organs were severely injured and a mouthful of blood spurted out. Finally, he fell from the air like a dead dog.
Just when everyone was shocked, Shi Lang Chenyun, who had seized the opportunity, launched a sneak attack. The barbarian who was watching the battle was seriously injured in his hand. After a burst of sword light, the barbarian's head rose into the sky with blood.
Immediately, Shi Lang and Chen Yun, whose blood and fighting spirit were soaring to the extreme, moved toward Yan Hu with a powerful sword. After the extreme move, how could Yan Hu withstand Shi Lang Chen Yun's wave after wave of attacks, and as the surrounding areas also fought, The eleven people with soaring spirits pressed forward, and Yan Hu knew that he would definitely not be able to get out today. Yanhu, who was in a state of death, didn't care about the injuries in his body at all. He held the sword in his hand and fought like crazy.
The swords and swords were turning, and the Yanhu in the center of the battlefield was just looking for a glimmer of hope. However, everything was in vain. Lanling Shidao was killed with a sword that penetrated his heart, leaving behind the first strong man on this battlefield who would be remembered in their hearts.
At the end of the battle, everyone realized that the so-called large formation was of no use at all. It was purely used to cover up all aura perception and prevent others from discovering the battlefield here. Looking at Zhou Jin who was in a coma and still twitching all over, everyone couldn't help but sigh, this guy is really lucky, he survived like this, you must know that all of the twelve people who ended up were injured.
When Zhou Jin woke up from the coma, his tongue smacked with pain. His whole body ached. He immediately took out the monkey wine from the Sumeru Ring and took a sip. It was so sour and refreshing, so he took another sip. Everyone looked at Zhou Jin who woke up from a coma, and were about to show some care, but then they were attracted by the overflowing spirit of heaven and earth, and they all turned their attention to the bottle of gourd monkey wine.
Zhou Jin, who was about to take another bite, suddenly woke up when he felt the hungry eyes around him. He immediately threw the gourd into the Sumeru Ring, and then looked at everyone with a wary look: "What do you want to do?"
Everyone who heard this was ready to strangle him to death. Even if this bitch had no taste, would they still steal his wine? With a look on his face that was wary of thieves, who were he scolding? Then everyone went to do whatever they were supposed to do, without even bothering to pay attention to this bitch.
Zhou Jin, who was not aware at all, felt the injuries on his body and sighed. How could he be so strong? The meridians all over his body were about to be interrupted. If it weren't for the previous barbarian beast essence and blood and Qitian Wu that expanded the width of the meridians, would it be possible? Whether you can resist it or not is a problem. It would be troublesome to recover from this injury. Apart from Qi Tianwu, Zhou Jin didn't know how he could quickly recover from the injury. After all, it was the meridians that were injured. There was nothing you could do about it. On the battlefield, if your life was gone, why would you care about the weirdness?
After looking at the retreating army, Zhou Jin explained and marked a place to set up a large formation to heal the wounds. After performing the thirty-six postures of Qitian Wu, the wounds on Zhou Jin's body healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally became intact as before. Such a serious injury could be recovered within a day, which cast another shadow on Zhou Jin's heart.
But do I have the right to choose now? No matter what, soldiers will block it, water will cover it, and there will be soil cover. What is there to be afraid of? Will you be able to eat yourself in the end? Isn't it just a dance to worship the heaven, worship the heaven, worship the heaven, okay, I admit that I am scared.
