The arrow instantly flew towards Zhou Zhilu.
At the critical moment, a long sword stretched out from the side and instantly deflected the arrow.
"Brother Zhou! Cheer up!" The person who came was Yun Li. Seeing that Zhou Zhilu did not react, Yun Li slapped Zhou Zhilu in the face.
Feeling the pain on his face, Zhou Zhilu regained focus. He looked at Yun Li beside him and asked anxiously, "Yun Li, please check on Fang Xu and save him."
Yun Li squatted down, but when he felt the wound caused by the arrow, his palm paused slightly, and he said in a trembling voice: "The arrow has penetrated the heart... There is no way."
Yun Li's voice was like a bolt from the blue, leaving Zhou Zhilu stunned.
At this time, another arrow flew over, and just when it was about to hit Zhou Zhilu's head, Zhou Zhilu suddenly reached out and grabbed the arrow that was flying towards him.
The sharp arrow cut Zhou Zhilu's palm, and bright red blood flowed down between his fingers.
"Brother Zhou? You..." Yun Li called out with concern.
"Yun Li, I was wrong... All these people deserve to die!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhou Zhilu's eyes suddenly turned red and he turned to look at the silver-robed boy.
He instantly took a step forward, and all the cultivation of a third-level warrior was transferred to his right hand. With a ferocious look on his face, he shouted towards the distance: "Go to hell!"
The arrow was thrown out suddenly and turned into a shadow that rushed away.
The silver-robed youth's eyes showed fear again, but this time, no one would show mercy.
The huge impact of the arrow instantly shattered the silver-robed cultist's head, turning it into a bloody mist.
At the same time, Zhou Zhilu picked up the long knife on the ground and said hoarsely: "Yun Li, save the others..."
After saying that, Zhou Zhilu strode out. This time, there was no hesitation in holding the long sword in his hand.
The silver-robed believers on the field were not very skilled, most of them were only second-level warriors. They relied on their numbers to oppress the people in the Fuyesi recruit camp, forcing them to retreat one after another.
The leader, the sixth-rank Fu Yewei, now had only one leg left on the ground.
However, this situation began to gradually reverse with the joining of Zhou Zhilu.
Zhou Zhilu suddenly rushed to a believer, stabbed the long knife in his hand into the opponent's chest, and then quickly pulled it out and slashed behind him.
The splattered blood covered Zhou Zhilu's entire body, and the surrounding believers were chopped down one by one.
They were either cut in half, their hearts and lungs stabbed, or their necks slashed...
It was as if he was mad with rage, or as if he thought the speed was too slow.
Zhou Zhilu grabbed the right hand of a cultist holding a knife, and the long knife fell, instantly cutting off the arm and taking away the opponent's long knife.
At this moment, Zhou Zhilu was holding two swords, his mind was in chaos, and only one thought kept repeating: Don't hold back... kill them all!
The two swords were like churning wheels, crushing all life within range.
However, a huge blade suddenly attacked, instantly interrupting Zhou Zhilu's rhythm.
Zhou Zhilu looked up with bloodshot eyes, only to see a one-eyed man holding a big knife high up.
A bit of starlight suddenly bloomed on the tip of the big knife, and then turned into a long rainbow, like a meteor, slashing towards Zhou Zhilu at an extremely fast speed.
Zhou Zhilu's pupils contracted, and he hurriedly crossed his two long swords, narrowly blocking the giant blade, but was still knocked back.
Then the sturdy man swung the huge blade, and the starlight swept across, and the speed was still incredibly fast.
Zhou Zhilu raised his knife in front of his waist again. Although he blocked the sweeping attack, he was still swept away in an instant.
Zhou Zhilu tried hard to control his body, and suddenly plunged his two swords into the ground to stop his retreat.
Looking at the burly man rushing towards him, he asked in surprise: "Martial arts?"
Martial arts are a means for warriors to improve their skills. It's a pity that Fuyesi's new recruit camp only teaches basic skills and does not cover martial arts.
Feeling his arms trembling, Zhou Zhilu looked at him angrily, with a golden light flowing in his eyes, which was the magical power of Mingqing Lingmu.
Suddenly, the flow path of spiritual energy in the strong man's body became clearly visible!
"Just martial arts... I can do it too!"
Without thinking too much, Zhou Zhilu subconsciously imitated the other party's Qi circulation route in a reluctant mood, but he didn't expect that he almost got a stitch in the side during the first circulation!
Seeing that the opponent's big knife was coming again, Zhou Zhilu had no choice but to grit his teeth and swing his knife forward. He was hit head-on and staggered.
Zhou Zhilu gritted his teeth and tried again!
The spiritual energy in the body once again started to circulate the opponent's qi.
The second and third times, the successive failures made Zhou Zhilu retreat step by step, and he was on the verge of running out of energy.
The one-eyed burly man showed a grim smile on his face, the starlight on his sword lit up again, and he suddenly slashed towards Zhou Zhilu.
Zhou Zhilu was seen with a ferocious look on his face as he raised a knife in his left hand to meet the attack.
With a crisp sound, the long sword in his left hand suddenly broke, and Zhou Zhilu's left arm also made a crisp sound, and the bone was instantly broken and flipped backwards.
The strong man smiled even more when he saw this.
However, suddenly, he seemed to see a familiar light blooming in the corner out of the corner of his eye.
Zhou Zhilu's face was full of madness, and a bright starlight appeared on the tip of the long sword in his right hand, which was hidden in the blind spot of his sight.
"kill!"
Zhou Zhilu roared loudly, and while the strong man was unable to put away his knife, he swung the knife with all his strength. Starlight flashed and the neck was broken!
First...First...
The strong man covered his neck with his hands, his eyes full of misery, and fell to the ground in pain while muttering.
Zhou Zhilu covered his left arm and gasped violently, when suddenly a hand reached out from behind him.
Zhou Zhilu immediately swung his sword back.
"Brother Zhou! It's me!" Yun Li quickly dodged backward and shouted.
"It's over...all the people from the Xianling Sect are dead." Yun Li looked at Zhou Zhilu with a complicated expression and said softly.
Zhou Zhilu was startled, and then he realized that there were no Xianling followers standing around.
The ground beneath his feet had been dyed red, and a stream of blood slowly extended into the distance.
With a crisp "clang" sound, Zhou Zhilu finally let go of the long sword in his hand and looked at Yun Li blankly.
Then he lost the strength to stand and fell to the ground, gasping for breath.
The decline of adrenaline also made the surrounding scenes constantly impact Zhou Zhilu's consciousness.
However, although his face turned pale, he still persisted.
I just looked at the familiar figure lying on the ground not far away, thinking about the smile on his face and the words of trust he expressed when the three of them went home together yesterday...
Zhou Zhilu's nose suddenly felt sore, and he covered his face with his hands, saying in a trembling voice: "It's all my fault, it's all my fault..."
Seeing Zhou Zhilu's painful expression, Yun Li wanted to comfort him, but he didn't know what to say.
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