The captain who pursued Wang Ziqiao was also very fast, even compared with Wang Ziqiao's heyday, it was not too slow, and now Wang Ziqiao was injured internally, his arm was scrapped, and his speed had been greatly reduced, and in a few breaths, the other party had already arrived behind him.

"Punch!" The captain spat out a word and struck Wang Ziqiao in the back in the air.

Rumble!

Under this punch, the air exploded, and the compressed air, like a shock wave, rushed towards Wang Ziqiao.

Wang Ziqiao had been paying attention to the other party's movements for a long time, and the other party was still able to attack himself two meters away, which also shocked his heart, and he had to say that Chinese martial arts are by no means something that one person can fully understand.

Seeing that he couldn't dodge, he tried to turn around and stab.

Boom!

A powerful air impact force hit the soft sword, but although the punch was dispersed by the soft sword, there were still remnants, and it hit Wang Ziqiao's chest along the soft sword.

This time it almost killed Wang Ziqiao.

Not because of how powerful this punch was, but because Wang Ziqiao had already suffered internal injuries, and the healing technique had not had time to exert its effect, which made his injuries aggravate a lot, and he couldn't hold back a mouthful of blood, and he spit it out when he opened his mouth.

The blood sword shot more than two meters, and Wang Ziqiao's body flew upside down and fell to the ground fiercely.

As soon as the other party's feet hit the ground, they took off again, like an eagle catching a chicken, and pounced on Wang Ziqiao.

Wang Ziqiao's intact left arm was already numb from the shock just now, and he couldn't lift it, seeing that the other party had fallen, he could only concentrate his spiritual power to a high degree, and the self-preservation instinct that his life was about to disappear allowed him to exert the potential in his body.

The spiritual power was like two thorns, released from the eyes, and they were staring at each other's eyes.

There are two types of psychic attacks, physical attacks and psychic attacks.

Physical attacks are a kind of force, like fists or blades, to directly stab other people's bodies, but the speed is not fast, and the enemy is relatively easy to let go and dodge;

The mental attack is directly into other people's brains, destroying other people's souls, the speed is comparable to the speed of light, and people can't dodge it at all, but this kind of attack also has a great backlash against themselves.

At this time, Wang Ziqiao was already cornered, and he didn't think about any backlash at all, and directly attacked the other party's soul.

And the captain who was bent on killing him didn't expect Wang Ziqiao to be able to fight back at this time, and when he felt the change in Wang Ziqiao's eyes, it was already too late, and as soon as he closed his eyes, there was a burst of pain in his eyes.

Ten fingers are connected to the heart, but the eyes are the most fragile in the human body, and I have never heard of anyone who practices the function to practice the power to the eyes, and the eyes are the windows of the soul.

Wang Ziqiao did not specifically attack his eyes through his spiritual power, but through his eyes, it entered his soul, like a bomb, exploding in the other party's mind.

Rumble!

The captain's volley attack power was immediately retracted, holding his head in both hands, only to feel that his head rumbled like a lightning strike, but under inertia, his body still smashed towards Wang Ziqiao.

At this time, Wang Ziqiao suddenly raised his legs and feet, and his toes kicked on his lower abdomen dantian.

This kick was also used by him with all his strength.

Boom......

As soon as the captain's body fell, he was kicked away, flying seven or eight meters above Wang Ziqiao's head, and smashed into the thorns and weeds.

Wang Ziqiao held the sword in one hand, and his head was also dizzy.

How strong will the willpower of a Level 4 Grandmaster be? Such a person's spiritual power is not much worse than that of Wang Ziqiao, but they don't use spiritual power as a means of attack.

And Wang Ziqiao is just a late-stage magician, forcibly mobilizing his mental power, and the power of the backlash also gives him a headache.

But Wang Ziqiao is a magician after all, and he has a lot of things on his body, so he took out a piece of ambergris from his pocket, chewed it casually, swallowed it in his stomach, and grabbed dozens of cordyceps sinensis and swallowed it.

He didn't have time to stay and recuperate, because the other party had not been knocked down, and the submachine gun in his hand was also not a joke, so he hurriedly got up.

But the other party had already raised his gun, and bullets poured out.

At this time, Wang Ziqiao really has no way to dodge

Plop Plop Plop ......

A row of bullets, all shot at his body, although it was a plastic paintball, but the distance between the two was only more than ten meters, and after more, it could naturally hurt people's lives.

Boom......

Prince Joe fell on his back, but his clothes were full of bullet holes.

And at this time, from the direction of Wang Ziqiao's head, a series of gunshots suddenly came.

Bang bang bang......

Several bullets hit the person who fired the shot, knocking them out as well.

Yimei rushed up first, landed beside Prince Qiao, and shouted with a worried expression: "Prince Qiao? Prince Joe? ”

Prince Qiao purred and spat out a sentence: "In the jungle, I killed a total of seven!" ”

After saying that, he tilted his head and lost his breath.

"Prince Joe!" Imei snorted again.

But Prince Joe didn't react at all.

Yimei reached out and placed it on the artery in Wang Ziqiao's neck, and found that it had stopped beating.

"Boss, boss!" Jin Biao also pounced, followed by Xuanyu, Yunyun, Huaqing and the other three people also gathered around Wang Ziqiao.

"He's out of breath!" Yimei let out a long sigh, revealing infinite regret.

"Impossible, boss, he is an immortal, how can he not have breath? I don't believe it! Jin Biao shouted.

Xuanyu also didn't believe it, and raised his hand to put it under Wang Ziqiao's neck, but his expression became more and more solemn.

"Captain!"

"Boss!"

The second daughter's eyes turned red, leaving tears.

"Seven plus this, a total of eight, plus the previous five, we have already solved thirteen dragon knights, solve one more, we will win this battle, Jin Biao, you come and hold Wang Ziqiao, the others, follow me, no matter how much it costs, at least one of the other party will be destroyed!" Imei Xing's eyes widened, and her figure flashed out.

Xuanyu, Hua Qing, and Yun Yun followed, and the other members of the Dragon Group were also moving closer to Yimei.

Only two people in the dragon group have withdrawn so far, and with Wang Ziqiao, there are only three in total, so the strength of the dragon is also intact.

And the dragon knight has been angered by Prince Joe, and is frantically rushing in this direction.

The two sides immediately came to a wave, collided with each other, and bullets flew sideways.

However, one side is a submachine gun and a sniper rifle, and the other is just an ordinary pistol, and the gap in this weapon quickly turned the advantage of the dragon group into a disadvantage.

But the people of the dragon group don't care about casualties anymore, and if the twenty-three can't even solve a single enemy, they can really all get out of the dragon group.

In the end, the dragon group successfully eliminated two of the dragon knights at the cost of ten people.

And the fighting stopped!