"Tell me, how do you want to die?"

The blue-shirted monk suddenly became a little interested in this bald man, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, with obvious excitement.

Since the battle, he hasn't abused vegetables for a long time, and in the face of these ant-like tech people, he really can't arouse his interest in abuse. The difference in individual combat power is too far, and there is no sense of coolness when abused. It's like a human being, no matter how many ants are crushed, there will be no sense of accomplishment.

But this bald guy seems to be able to abuse him.

Zhang Tianjiu threw away the gun.

Caroline and the others suddenly twitched in their hearts - could it be that this dead bald head wanted to surrender?

With the shamelessness of this bald head, he could possibly do anything. Surrendering on the battlefield is an unspeakable shame for others, and even death must not be done. For Zhang Tianjiu, there is no psychological pressure.

As long as you can live.

But then, they knew they were wrong, and they were wrong.

I really misunderstood Sergeant Zhang.

Although Sergeant Zhang has a lewd character, he always likes to eat tofu when he is with girls, and his hands are often unruly, but he is not a loss in the big festival. Especially when facing a strong enemy, he is very gentlemanly.

It's just that this time it seems that the guys have gone too far.

Zhang Tianjiu directly pulled out the military thorn!

The standard military bayonet of the SK15 rifle!

To this day, the spur is still the standard equipment of armored infantry. This carry-on short knife has many functions that cannot be replaced by modern high-tech products.

"Boy, do you dare to play with knives?"

General Zhang Tianjiu held the thorn in his hand and bared out his white teeth at the blue-shirted monk, and the provocative look made it unbearable for anyone. At this moment, the simple little bald head was gone, replaced by a professional soldier full of blood.

The blue-shirted monk froze, stunned for a moment before laughing, his smile full of doubt.

"You're going to play with me?"

Caroline and the others' eyes were bigger and rounder than a cow's egg.

Lose your marbles!

This dead bald head must be overstimulated!

Playing with the monk with a knife, he can figure it out.

Who doesn't know that monks are stronger than technological humans in their physical bodies?

What's more, this blue-shirted monk is still a dual cultivator of law and martial arts!

The strength of the physical body, the sensitivity of the senses, and the agility of the reaction are far from being comparable to the technological humans, even if this bald head is a special soldier and has undergone the most rigorous training, but it is always the flesh of a technological human, and it is impossible to break through the limit.

It's definitely a one-shot kill, and there will be no surprises.

"Little friend, what nonsense is it, just ask if you dare?"

Zhang Tianjiu laughed very evilly, especially the little friend, who made people goosebumps.

But for Zhang Tianjiu, it is normal to call the blue-shirted monk a child.

He's over 350 years old, right?

The longevity of the monk is naturally far above that of ordinary technological humans, but that is also based on the rank. Lingtong is the lowest-level monk, and Shouyuan is roughly the same as an ordinary technological human, that is, more than a hundred years old and two hundred years old. Of course, high-level spirit children live longer.

Above the spirit child is the mage, then the mage, the great mage, and then the venerable, the great venerable, the saint, the great sage, the holy king, etc., and the highest is the god-level cultivator.

Entry-level spirit children can generally achieve something at the age of dozens of years.

The blue-shirted monk looked to be about thirty years old, which should be his real age, and the difference was only one or twenty years at most.

No matter whether this kid is thirty or fifty years old, Zhang Jiuye can call him a little friend justifiably, and it will never be a humiliation for him!

"So you want to be stabbed?"

"Okay, meet your requirements!"

The blue-shirted monk laughed angrily, he had never seen such a crazy tech man. With a flip of his wrist, a short sword more than a foot long appeared and held it in his hand.

He originally had a ghost-headed big knife in his hand, and when he saw that Zhang Tianjiu's military spur was more than a foot long, he immediately changed to a flying sword of the same length.

Who is he?

Monk!

Do you still need to take advantage of this technological scum in the blade?

Zhang Tianjiu glanced at the flying sword, and said with a smile: "I know that your monks' swords are all made of special materials, you won't cut off my weapons as soon as you come up, right?"

The blue-shirted monk was also laughing, shook his head slightly, and said softly: "Don't worry, it won't, I will let you die convincingly!"

All the guys who have dual cultivation of law and martial arts are very arrogant.

They are invincible at the same level, and they do have the capital to be arrogant!

"That's pretty much ......"

Zhang Tianjiu nodded frequently, as if he was very satisfied, and then opened his mouth again, as if he still had something to say.

Suddenly, there was a "snort", there was a sound of the soles of his shoes rubbing against the ground, and Zhang Tianjiu's chubby body, like an arrow off the string, shot towards the blue-shirted monk, and the cold light in his hand flashed, and it was pulled diagonally towards the blue-shirted monk's lower abdomen.

The dead bald head was the first to launch a sneak attack.

"Mole ants!"

The Blue-Coated Monk sneered.

I know that these despicable tech ants don't know what demeanor is. Sneak attacks, despicable and shameless, is their consistent style.

But what's the use?

In the face of absolute strength, all so-called tactics are scum.

If it were an ordinary technological human being facing such a fast and ferocious sneak attack as Zhang Tianjiu, he would basically be dead, and a big hole would definitely be opened on his stomach, and his intestines would flow out of the "boom".

But in the eyes of the blue-shirted monk, Zhang Tianjiu's movements are ridiculously slow, just like the slow motion in a science and technology movie.

Rao was like this, and the blue-shirted monk didn't dodge, just stood there with his chest and stomach tucked, letting the sharp military bayonet cut his lower abdomen, making a metallic grinding sound, and even sparks splashing.

In an instant, Zhang Tianjiu understood that this kid was definitely wearing armor.

It is true that he is a dual cultivator of law and martial arts, but the spirit child-level monk is so strong in flesh that he must have the bonus of armor.

Although Zhang Tianjiu's current strength is limited, only equivalent to the level of a second-order elite warrior, his vision is not limited. But it's useless to see clearly, and it's still in vain if you can't deal with it.

Immediately after, Zhang Tianjiu only felt a sharp pain in his back, and the blue-shirted monk's short sword had already opened a hole in his back.

This opening is about a dozen centimeters long, not too deep, and has not yet been cut to the bone.

There is no doubt that the Blue-shirted Friar is merciful.

Otherwise, Zhang Jiuye will be nailed to death with a single sword.

Zhang Tianjiu's body didn't stop, and he rushed straight out of a few meters before he stood still, turned around, and grinned in pain.

"Holy, boy, you want to play with me?"

The blue-shirted monk's mercy was definitely not a great deal of mercy, but just wanted to abuse him for a while.

Cat and mouse game.

"Yes, I just want to play you to death. You ant, you still have a bit of pleasure when you abuse it, which is rare. Don't worry, I won't let you suffer too much, ten knives! After ten knives, I will definitely give you a good time!"

The blue-shirted monk said with a smile.

"Okay, it's ten knives. If you kill me before you get ten cuts, you're a son of a bitch!"

The blue-shirted monk's face suddenly fell, and his eyes sparkled with fierceness.

This ant is dying and still has a hard mouth!

Can't let him die too easily!

Never!

"Whew-"

Zhang Tianjiu once again took the initiative to attack.

But the result was no different than before, his knife sliced into the Blue-Coated Monk's body with a metallic grinding sound, and the Blue-Coated Monk smirked and slashed a second cut in his back.

It's a little longer and a little deeper than the one just now.

It's as if you're carving, and you're in control of everything.

"Mole ant, come again!"

The blue-shirted friar laughed.

Round 3, Round 4, Round 5......

said that it was too late, and the two had already fought five times in the blink of an eye, and Zhang Tianjiu also had five more cuts on his body, his skin was open and his flesh was blurred.

Caroline and the others froze.

I never imagined that Zhang Tianjiu still had such an iron-blooded time.

In their minds, Zhang Tianjiu is more slippery than a loach in battle, and it stands to reason that he shouldn't be so desperate.

This is not the style of a bald head at all.

The Seventh Knife!

Feeling that Zhang Tianjiu couldn't find a piece of good meat on his body, and blood was rushing out all over his body.

"Boss, let's stop fighting, let's fight!"

Caroline couldn't hold back any longer, shouted loudly, and raised the SK15 rifle in her hand.

As a mercenary, it's not that she can't accept death, but seeing Zhang Tianjiu being cut to death by someone like this is still beyond her psychological bottom line.

This is not death in battle, this is torture and killing!

"You stupid bitch, shut up. Dare to come over and you!"

Zhang Tianjiu shouted in a hurry.

"Ants, it's almost over. ”

The blue-shirted monk raised his short sword and said with a sneer.

In the previous seven rounds, Zhang Tianjiu attacked him and defended. After cutting seven knives, the blue-shirted monk felt that it was almost enough to play like this, and it was time to end the game, and he had lost too much time here with this mole ant.

"Boom-"

The blue-shirted monk suddenly started, and his body rushed straight towards Zhang Tianjiu.

"Boss, run!"

Burry remembers yelling.

Anyone can see that Zhang Tianjiu can't stop it.

If it hits hard this time, Zhang Tianjiu's bones will definitely be shattered inch by inch. The strength of this cultivator is too strong, far above the ordinary high-level spirit child, even if Zhang Tianjiu is driving a mecha, he can't stop it at all, not to mention that he is now a pink baby, and he is still bleeding everywhere.

Of course, Zhang Tianjiu will not block hard.

He's not stupid.

Instead, turn around and run.

The flying shoes were fully opened, like arrows from the string, shooting directly at the "centipede" electronic warfare mecha not far ahead. In the blink of an eye, it disappeared into the mecha.

"It's too late to run!"

The blue-shirted monk sneered, and without thinking about it, he followed in.

The interior of the "centipede" is not small and can accommodate an entire combat squad.

The blue-shirted monk had just rushed into the mecha, only to hear a "boom", and the mecha hatch closed instantly.

The blue-shirted monk was only slightly stunned, and did not care.

Immediately, he saw Zhang Tianjiu.

Zhang Tianjiu sat in the driver's seat, with a seat belt buckled on his waist, facing him with a smile on his face.

"Kid, you've been fooled. ”

A feeling of extreme danger instantly surged into the blue-shirted monk's heart, and all kinds of instruments inside the "centipede" suddenly shone with a dazzling red light.

"Attention, the self-detonation device has been activated, now the countdown begins, five, four, three......"

Stereotyped electronic tone cues.

"Bye-bye!"

Zhang Tianjiu waved his hand, and his voice was very low.

There was a loud bang, and Zhang Tianjiu ejected with the seat.

"Ants—"

The blue-shirted monk shouted in rage.

But it was too late.

Rumble!

A violent explosion sounded, earth-shattering, and in the midst of everyone's stunned, the "centipede" burst from it and exploded into a brilliant firework.