Chapter Ninety-Eight: Grasping the Flying Knife
In the mountain range, Zhuo Li's stronghold, Zhuo Li entered a perfect state of 'absolute', completely concealed his breath, and hid in a mountain to pay attention to all directions of the sky. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ļ½ļ½ļ½Uļ½Eć ļ½ļ½ļ½ļ½
"Huh? Here it comes! That's pretty efficient. ā
Zhuo Li smiled slightly.
I saw a phantom in the north in the distance stop and land slowly, it was a large fighter plane, as the door of the passenger plane opened, a figure jumped out of the flying passenger plane, one of the leaders, black hair combed meticulously, all behind his head, eyes like an eagle - it was the so-called 'star picker' Fujita Tsuyoshi.
As soon as Fujita got off the plane, he immediately looked around and glanced around.
Swept by the gaze that seemed to be substantial, Zhuo Li actually felt a chill behind him, and subconsciously lowered his head to dodge.
"Huh? Master! Zhuo Li's heart was shocked, and he let go of the slightest trace of contempt for the enemy, "This guy's eyes are like knives, if it weren't for me in a state of absolute stealth, I'm afraid that just a glance will reveal my hiding place." Terrible! And I'm afraid, this guy is also a psyker! ā
"It's fun!"
After this shock, the adventure gene in Zhuo Li's body immediately became active, not only did he not feel nervous and afraid, but he was eager to try.
He continued to observe the other man's manpower.
"One, two...... Well, the hatch is closed, and there are ten people in total! The weakest is also the Most Holy Warrior! ā
All the movements of Fujita Tsuyoshi and others in the distance were under Zhuoli's attention.
"Five families? Come and don't be rude, you come after me...... I'm going to have to visit you, too! Zhuo Li's eyes were cold, and he decided to strike first!
"The distance between me and those people is about two kilometers." Zhuoli lurked on the top of the mountain, calculating the distance between the two sides based on the speed of the wind and his eyesight. "If I'm flying at full speed, I'll be there in the blink of an eye!"
In a state of condensation, Zhuo Li's face was expressionless, and his mind kept calculating the various changes that might occur once the battle began. And the best tactics are deduced.
"No, in the blink of an eye, it's enough for these Holy Martial Artists to react. Once I have defense, even if I have spiritual energy, there is a high chance of falling. ā
"No, we have to find another way."
Zhuoli's mind is rapidly calculating, thinking, and deducing.
"That's right! I lay down flat on my stomach and leaned against the wasteland and approached that side! They shouldn't be able to find out. ā
In this way, Zhuo Li is equivalent to flying close to the earth, and in the state of 'absolute', he does not make a loud sound, unless it is a strong person of Jiao's level, others will definitely not be able to find it.
Zhuo Li doesn't think that any of the ten people in front of him can reach the realm of Jiao, in that case, he might as well commit suicide.
However, with this tactic, your backpack can only be left in place, otherwise, not only will the wind resistance be too great, but it will definitely attract the attention of those masters.
"No way, stay here for now. When you're done taking care of things, come back and pick them up. ā
Zhuo Li quietly pushed away a boulder, silently dug a pit with a throwing knife, buried the backpack in it, and moved the boulder back to its place.
After doing all this, Zhuo Li's eyes instantly became sharp.
"Array!" Zhuo Li's heart moved.
The flying star flew out of his combat suit, and the blue-gray light flashed, turning into a thin sheet of metal, very soft, like a flying carpet. Floats only 5 cm above the ground.
Zhuo Li jumped lightly, like a feather, and attached it lightly, without making a sound. This control over the body is truly amazing.
"Let's go!"
At the sound of an order, the flying carpet that the flying star turned into immediately turned into a streamer of light, and flew towards Fujita Tsuyoshi and the others with Zhuo Li.
In the dense weeds, Zhuoli flew forward rapidly against the ground. But strangely, under him, not even a trace of dust was raised!
Magical!
The distance between the two sides is shrinking...... 1000 meters, 800 meters, 300 meters...... In the blink of an eye, it's already 100 meters away!
"The closer you get to him, the more unexpected it is!" Zhuo Li's mind moved, and the ten SS-class flying knives on his legs silently flew out of Zhuo Li's trouser pockets, and then stabbed directly into the ground, actually attacking from the ground.
ā¦ā¦ Fujita Tsuyoshi's group, after getting off the plane, immediately began to organize their combat equipment, all of them moved neatly, without dragging mud and water, and at a glance they were veterans of the battlefield.
"Pack up, hurry up!" Fujita had just finished tidying up first, and looked carefully in all directions.
No matter how strong a person is, in the wilderness of this great western continent, he must always be vigilant.
The other nine Supreme Saint Martial Artists were equally cautious.
Just as Fujita turned around, he suddenly noticed that there seemed to be a silver-gray line sliding through the corner of his eye.
"Not good!" The muscles in Fujita's whole body tensed up in an instant, and his nerves suddenly reached the limit of his reaction, and he shouted, "Be careful! Enemy attack! ā
This reminder is too late and can be said to be useless.
Because, Zhuoli's flying knife is faster than sound!
When the underground flying knife was less than 30 meters away from Fujita Tsuyoshi and the others, Zhuo Li's eyes were cold.
"Do it!"
Shout! Shout! Shout!
Ten black streamers were like black lightning, bursting out directly from the ground five meters away from the ten supreme saint martial artists, a flying knife, facing a martial artist, I am afraid that it was only a thousandth of a second, and the ten black lightning bolts came to their nearest contact!
"Ahh
"What-"
"No!"
Driven by Zhuo Li's 'vibration' burst of spiritual energy, the speed of the flying knife was so fast that even the Most Holy Warrior was almost completely unable to dodge. In a single photo, four Supreme Martial Artists were killed by flying knives piercing their throats!
The other five supreme saint warriors made a life-and-death reaction that completely surpassed the limits of human beings within a thousand minutes and a second, and they all escaped the catastrophe at the cost of being injured.
In an instant, ten people became six!
The four people who died were the most holy warriors. There's even a pinnacle saint! That is on the Zhiyuan Star, but if you stomp your feet, the entire base city will tremble three times, and behind everyone, I am afraid that there are hundreds of teams of people to serve them.
But in the first moment, before he even had time to catch his breath, he was slaughtered by Zhuo Li like a chicken!
Moreover, Zhuo Li didn't even use the strongest Lingwu 'Flying Star'.
Psionic energy is indeed the most powerful force in the universe!
At this time, Fujita's mournful warning had just resounded in the wilderness sky.
Of course, Tsuyoshi Fujita's movements are faster than his voice.
The moment the flying knife aimed at him broke through the ground, his right hand was like a spider hunting, a movement like lightning, between the lightning and flint, only to hear the sound of "pop", Zhuo Li's SS-level flying knife was like being attracted by a magnet, and was firmly grasped by Fujita Gang in his hand!
Not far away, Zhuo Li, who was moving rapidly, was also staring at Fujita Tsuyoshi in front of him, this middle-aged man with extraordinary momentum, before he made a move, had been listed as the number one threat, and the spiritual energy on the flying knife was also the strongest.
However, before the sense of accomplishment of the four flying knives harvesting the souls of the four Supreme Saint Martial Artists in an instant could rise, Zhuo Li's heart was filled with shock.
"How is that possible?" Zhuo Li's eyes widened.