If we really want to say it, the old maid who was fucked to death by Xiao Lu in advance, Ling'er's master "Jindie" must also be dug out early...
In addition, there is also a person involved here, the Han Ling helmsman "Fujitora"...
Okay, let's do the math. Now you will find that the thirteen people in Han Ling's Thirteen Ghosts have been reduced by more than half.
However, Lu Yu couldn't figure this out. How could he say that the eight generals of the Huangmen were Brother Hu's team and had nothing to do with Han Ling? Moreover, at that time, the Great Phoenix was just an elder. In terms of identity and status, she had no job. The strength of those eight people.
Could it be.
She put Brother Hu to bed.
Damn it... I didn't go through the deduction step by step. The more I thought about it, the more ridiculous it became. Before I knew it, Lu Yu had a big headache.
"Dabao..."
Chi Mandrill was still crying, crying very sadly. It was quite distressing to see an old man shed tears. Lu Yu grinned, picked up a short knife on the ground and prepared to run away.
"Stop," Chizhao didn't say anything for such a long time, but as soon as Lu Yu stood up, the guy immediately became energetic, and with a glare, he switched to killing mode smoothly.
Lu Yu stood still, turned around, and looked at Chi Mandrill coldly. Chi Mandrill also stood up and became angry, holding a scythe in his hand and walking slowly over.
"I want your life," said Red Mandrill.
"Bah, you've said it several times," Lu Yu looked at him blankly and said quietly.
"Go to hell," Chi Mandrill was really anxious. With a shake of his hand, the sickle split open the night sky and streaked over like a shooting star.
Lu Yu dodged back and quickly dodged, but before he could stand firm, the old guy spun around and slashed three times in a row. The first one hit Lu Yu's legs, and the second one hit Lu Yu's legs. The knife struck at Lu Yu's waist, and the third knife struck at Lu Yu's neck.
It is said that there are three swords, but it is actually one sword, but the path drawn by this sword is too long. A long scythe in the hand is like a red dragon coiled around the body, and all the eyes can see is the light of the sword.
When Lu Yu saw this, he hurriedly retreated. His figure changed unnaturally, but his eyes stared at each other calmly.
He is looking for an opportunity.
Lu Yu understood better than anyone else that the variables would become greater towards the end, and it might be a flaw to decide which one of the two would win.
In economics, there is a thing called the "horseshoe effect" that is well known to the world. The specific content is as follows: if a nail is broken, a shoe is dropped; if a shoe is dropped, a war horse is broken; A war horse is broken, and a general is killed; a general is killed, and a battle is lost; a battle is lost, and a country is lost... A very small deviation in the initial conditions may cause the result to change. There is a huge difference. This is an interesting phenomenon that has been tested in practice.
Lu Yu had lost his horseshoe a long time ago. It was lost when he was being plotted because of a moment of weakness. It was lost when he lost his pawn to save his chariot and faced a heavy blow from the gorilla. It was lost when he had the chance to escape but chose to face the difficulties. .
Compared to Chi Mandrill, Lu Yu was at a disadvantage. In terms of physical strength, energy, endurance, skills, and even weapons and confidence, he was unable to compete head-on with the old man in front of him.
He has a lot of throwing knives in his hand, although he only has one that he can use now.
The anger of the red mandrill is obvious. For Xiao Lu, this is not a bad thing. In the era when humans were still beasts, anger was an emotion that often appeared in the heart. Anger can make you tough, but Once you are very imposing, you can make vegetarian animals fight like carnivores.
However, one problem that cannot be ignored is that anger will not only slow down people's reaction speed, but also seriously stagnate your thinking and expose flaws. Therefore, a barking wolf dog is not scary, and a real biting wolf dog does not look ferocious. .
Okay, that’s all I have to say, so much nonsense, I just want to express two things.
First, the red mandrill was angry and was venting his anger with an offensive as fast as a storm.
Second, Lu Yu is not afraid, he is waiting for an opportunity with all his might, and if he doesn't succeed, he will be rewarded.
"boom,"
Forced by the red scythe, Lu Yu, who was retreating wildly, hit a big tree hard. The impact was hard, the crown of the tree shook, and several leaves fell down.
"Hey," the tip of the sickle was hung with strong wind, and it went straight towards Lu Yu's temple. Lu Yu lowered his head, and the long knife was immediately embedded in the trunk of the tree. It was roughly estimated that it was more than an inch deep.
There was a "pop" and the tree trunk moved again.
"Good opportunity." Lu Yu, who had just squatted down, put his hand on the ground and turned towards the forest without thinking.
In this dense forest, unlike the open space outside, although the trunks of pines and cypresses are not very thick, they are upright and intertwined with each other. I wonder how a two-meter-long scythe can be swung freely in this gap of more than one meter.
Before Lu Yu could finish thinking about it, the guy from Red Mandrill had already arrived. He kicked the tree trunk with red eyes, pulled out the scythe suddenly, and suddenly turned over in mid-air. In an instant, there was a "power splitting Huashan" attack. Come down.
It is more appropriate to say "chopping" than "planing". The tip of the scythe is pointed down, like a flattened pickaxe. Faced with such a strange thing, Lu Yu has no choice but to face the knife. It was impossible for him to pick it up with his hand, because by the time you grasped the handle of the knife, the long protruding blade had already penetrated your chest.
Hide.
Xiao Lu thought, tilted his body to the left, and performed a series of rolls, drilling deeper and deeper.
The forest was very dense, and King Yaksha's sickle became increasingly difficult to use. As soon as he raised his hand, the sickle hooked on a branch, pulled it back, and hung on a tree trunk. He felt awkward and angry to death.
"Stupid,"
Xiao Lu saw his reaction clearly. He was so proud that he didn't stop for a moment. He was like a fox, flying through the forest. However, unlike the near-escape retreat just now, this time, Lu Yu It's spinning in circles, circling around the red mandrill.
He was looking for an opportunity, a blind spot where he could kill with one hit.
How could the wily and scheming Chimandrill not understand Lu Yu's thoughts? Suddenly, this old guy dominated by rage came to his senses. He broke out in a cold sweat and became much calmer.
However, it was too late to discover the problem at this time. Lu Yu's figure was getting faster and faster, and the red mandrill's constantly rotating body could not keep up. Moreover, Lu Yu, who kept running in circles, kept swimming counterclockwise. It didn't take long. It made the red mandrill spin around.
You know, the Kung Fu that Lu Yu has practiced is called Baguazhang. The basic skill of Baguazhang is "walking in circles." Nowadays, this kind of circle movement is simply commonplace for Lu Yu, who is very good at this. Even if he walks for half an hour, it will be no problem.