I must have been insane, exposed to it for too long, infected with some kind of disease. ”

The sprint stroke was whistling in his ears, Zhu Jiaming thought so, and felt that he had fallen and become like a stupid X, and he was a little sad because of it.

In fact, the reason for choosing to fight is very simple, the little prince couldn't bear to watch from the sidelines, and watched Wu Yi die.

Yes, it's this piece of wood that hasn't said much after getting along for more than a year, Zhu Jiaming knows that he has been very weak recently, but he definitely won't say it, even if he is one against three, this stupid X will never open his mouth to ask for help......

He will stand in the way there, fight, fight, fight...... Until he finally exhausted his strength and died in battle. Maybe until the moment he dies in battle, he won't make a sound.

Zhu Jiaming tried to imagine it, thinking that Wu Xian was dead, just like that, there was no such person in the world from now on...... Inexplicably, my heart is very uncomfortable, very uncomfortable.

So he rushed up, probably on impulse.

Now the rusty girl over there is being pinned down by super combat power and is in danger, Han Qingyu's serious injury has not yet recovered, Wen Jifei only has one bullet left, and there is only something left for him to do here......

In a melee of nearly 2,000 people, the little prince held a knife in both hands and rushed into the top battlefield from the side, ranking fifth on the list of interception killers.

Wu Yi stood there, and at the moment when he silently took over the other two, he glanced at the little prince a little blankly.

"Look at your uncle, cry when you are moved, dead wood man. ”

While the little prince was scolding the street in his heart, he "boom", and the war knife in his hand had already collided with Fonseca's hands.

The gap in the thickness of the source energy was reflected in an instant, he was the main attacker, but after the collision, his body retreated directly.

Immediately afterwards, Fonseca spun under his feet, pursued relentlessly, and slashed again.

"Dang!"

Zhu Jiaming set up the knife and retreated, his hands cracked at the same time, the blood gushed like a spring, and he could barely hold the knife.

"it, it's so fierce......"

"Let's discuss, can I regret it now, surrender, and re-elect? I'll choose the other two. ”

"No, I'm quitting. ”

"I'm not familiar with them, they're just superficial brothers, and they calculate each other every day in private......"

While regretting and begging for mercy in his heart, he used the sword with a sword, no longer fighting hard, and the little prince or stabbed, or the knife was swung up with a touch, buffering the force, and surviving.

............

Theodoro's state seems to be a little bad, the adjustment time is a bit long, Qingzi doesn't know what to do, the rusty girl can't attack, Wen Jifei stood in the 300-man formation with a gun, his eyes through those blood-stained shoulders, arms and knife shadows, and quickly turned around.

Black Fang slash out, slash back, slash out, slash back...... Time and time again, with the top-level tide that he was still a little unfamiliar with, he was struggling to support a huge number of people and combat power disadvantages.

Wen Jifei only had one bullet left, and the lamentation in the square was no longer fragile, but the bullet that he thought had been over-allotted was only the last one.

After making a quick judgment in his head, a strong sense of powerlessness invaded his heart. This seemed to be the first time in more than a year, and Wen Jifei found that he couldn't seem to change anything...... Just like before.

The strongest dice in history always wanted to do a vote at any time, but this time, he didn't seem to be able to do a big deal.

Whose danger can be solved by a bullet?

The 300-person array is supporting in the face of siege, and the rusty girl is also supporting in the face of sneak attacks that come from time to time and the prying eyes of the super combat power above, and Wu Yi is struggling with one enemy and two enemies...... However, the little prince is the one who is currently the most difficult in his sight.

The gap between Zhu Jiaming and Fonseca's strength is a bit big, in just two or three minutes of fighting, the suit is torn like a garbage heap, and there is blood stained in many places.

"That's almost!"

A fish jumped and rolled, narrowly avoiding a knife, the little prince said.

"Fuck your uncle's gringo, don't deceive people too much, do you know?" Another knife, the little prince hurriedly set it up and fell heavily to the ground, not daring to hesitate in the slightest, crawling quickly on all fours, then standing up in embarrassment and shooting twice, running.

"No fights. ”

"Pg for mercy, grass!"

Zhu Jiaming's English is not very good, these words are spoken, half Chinese Asian, half English.

Fonseca didn't understand, and even if he did, he couldn't stop.

Because the kill is already close at hand, after killing this one, the subsequent slaughter will be like a fallen domino, unstoppable.

"Dang!" Again, Zhu Jiaming was cut back, fell and stood up.

Fonseca also stopped and adjusted the source energy surge, his eyes were like wolves looking at rabbits, staring at Zhu Jiaming...... He's gathering momentum, ready to make the final kill.

The strange thing is that this time, the opponent did not shout nonsense anymore, nor did he run away again, Zhu Jiaming stayed strangely and stood there looking at him.

"Okay! Fuck you uncle, remember, it's you better than me. ”

"You are a descendant of the King of Ming Shu, a dignified little prince, is there really nothing to press the bottom of the box?!"

He said in a deep voice.

"Lao Tzu ......" Zhu Jiaming suddenly raised his knife, and a mouthful of blood sprayed on the blade, "Heavenly Spirit, Earth Spirit, Taishang Laojun is as anxious as a law! ”

"Lao Tzu will teach you barbarians today to know what royal luck is, and to descend to the gods with longevity. He looked resolute.

After saying that, a pause.

From Wen Jifei's point of view, nothing has changed.

But judging from the little prince's own expression and momentum, he seems to have really become stronger and has been séanced.

"Are there any of these things in the Source Energy World?" Wen Jifei was stunned for a moment.

In the line of sight, the first active attack since the first blow, the little prince burst out with all his speed, and rushed forward with a slight bend in his knee...... Judging by the common sense of battle, this is a preparatory move for the leap slash.

Is he going to take off?!

At this moment, even Fonseca, who was already impatient and ready to attack, was in panic and confusion, his eyes were vigilant, and he carefully took a step back and put on the defensive.

"Die. ”

The little prince roared angrily, and jumped in the middle of the charge...... There is no vacancy, a sharp brake turn, and the leg is run.

"Fuck your uncle, let Lao Tzu drag on for another minute. ”

Therefore, there are still no such things in the world of source energy, Wen Jifei wanted to laugh for a moment, but he couldn't laugh.

At the same time, Fonseca was furious and forcibly reversed the surging turn of the source energy, and his speed exploded, chasing after him.

He quickly got close to ......

"Die. Zhu Jiaming whispered.

At this moment, a whirling war knife was passing through the chaotic battlefield, drawing an arc, and striking Fonseca's side temple.

Rusty Girl Pear Vortex Chop ...... Replica version.

Within the small group, Han Qingyu's rusty sister Pear Vortex has always been willing to teach everyone. Once, the little prince asked if he could listen together, and Han Qingyu said yes, teach the same.

Then he didn't learn.

This is more than pretending, in fact, he is the one who learns the most like of all, probably because he is cunning. But he hid it, maybe he was going to wait for one day to sneak attack Han Qingyu himself.

The knife shot could no longer be controlled, in order to keep Fonseca from running over, Zhu Jiaming took the initiative to brake at this moment, leaned back on the brake, flipped his head, and threw a dart-shaped hidden weapon in his left hand and threw it towards Fonseca's face door to attract his attention.

At the same time, with his right hand, he pulled out the short sword he had been using behind his waist, leaned back, and handed out the sword diagonally upward......

"Song!" Fonseca was in pursuit, and suddenly there was a surge of strong reverse source energy, fighting for the damage of his viscera, vomiting blood and leaning back.

He was aware. Zhu Jiaming's version of the rusty girl pear vortex slash was too slow, and the sound of flying was still there, and it was avoided at the last moment, grazing the top of the Fonseca face.

As for the darts, there was no threat in the first place, and when they landed on Fonseca, at most they left one or two wounds with broken skin.

The last hope was the dagger, the tip of which was held to Fonseca's throat, but unfortunately he retreated after he ejected...... It's short.

"Click", suddenly, with the sound of the machine spring beating, the short sword in Zhu Jiaming's hand suddenly soared, straight through Fonseca's throat.

...... That's all.

The little prince is not strong enough, he is a self-proclaimed descendant of the royal family, and he has no ability to séance, he only has this hand after hand, and the carving skills of stealing chickens and dogs......

It is with these that he is desperately fighting for the fifth place on the killer list one-on-one.