There was a pungent smell in the air, the scorching smell of something burnt, and in this case, only the two assassins who had just been struck by lightning could emit such a smell and drift away in the wind.

The place where they were standing had been completely devastated, and both people and grass had been destroyed. Everything was reduced to ashes, whether it was the bed crossbow or the two assassins who operated the bed crossbow, they were now the shapeless pile of black ashes.

With a breath, the assassins who were heading towards Zhang Jiao had a moment of stagnation, which was a shudder that they couldn't help but face Tianwei. As an assassin and a killer, when facing life, he always has an attitude of treating it as a mustard. When they kill people, they don't have too many emotions, but there is only one thing that cannot be changed, that is, no matter how powerful an assassin is, he can't erase the fact that he is also a fragile person.

It was only a blink of an eye, and they recovered, their steps were fast, and the nearest assassin was already able to reach Zhang Jiao with only one position! At that moment just now, I couldn't help but tremble, like a broken mirror, there was no trace in an instant.

They are one of those fragile people, but that is only for life itself, and even if life is fragile, man himself is holding the most dangerous weapon. Therefore, when the thunder and lightning flew through the middle of the field of vision and fell behind him, no one looked back.

Seven kills didn't, he kept staring at Zhang Jiao, only the irresistible instinct of his eyelids blinking rapidly. He approached Zhang Jiao step by step, and the dagger he held in his right hand kept gesturing, looking for an opportunity.

Meng Xingsoul didn't have either, nor did the assassins who rushed towards Zhang Jiao, and among the pair of ink-black pupils, Zhang Jiao was the only one left. No matter how many companions died, no one vented the superfluous sadness, and it was not sad that the rabbit died and the fox died, as an assassin and a killer himself, death was just the most common thing that always accompanied him. No amount of accidents can change why they are here.

That's to kill Zhang Jiao!

It doesn't matter if he is a land immortal or not, as long as his feet are still on this land, even if he is an immortal, they dare to kill you!

Now, in front of them, there is another obstacle that must be overcome, but it is not too big, that is, the only four remaining bean soldiers.

There were several more chores, and the long strings of the bed crossbow vibrated and hummed. Seven crossbow arrows, fired in unison, locked on to Zhang Jiao from all directions, threatening to shoot him.

Zhang Jiao withdrew his pointed right hand and put it behind his back, his face extremely indifferent. That kind of indifference doesn't mean much in itself, but this indifference itself is a kind of ignorance, ignoring these assassins, ignoring the threat they pose.

"It's a bureau, isn't it?" Zhang Jiao asked.

His figure suddenly blurred, and the figure left behind was shattered in an instant by the crossbow arrows fired from the bed crossbow. The four bean soldiers guarding Zhang Jiao's side had already been torn into two, and the two halves of their bodies fell to the ground. Eventually, the seven bolts came together and collided.

"Dead?" The many Assassins came to a halt in their forward movements, realizing that something was wrong with the loud sound of the crossbow arrows colliding.

It was an afterimage, suddenly shattered in their somewhat confused eyes.

Looking up, they saw the figure of Zhang Jiao appearing in the sky.

He stood in the air, like a fairy, with his hands behind his back, looking down at the assassins below. That kind of demeanor is heartbreaking, because in the process of being surrounded by such a group of enemies and may be added at any time, there are too few people who can still have a leisurely feeling of walking in an environment that they feel stable.

That kind of person is probably a fool, or an idiot, and of course there is another kind like Zhang Jiao.

Strength. Yes, strength, when the assassins looked up at Zhang Jiao, they couldn't help but think of this word. Strength is now the most appropriate explanation for Zhang Jiao. Because they only made two moves, they killed more than a dozen of their companions, and as for the current actions, they are nothing but an indulgence and fooling of the strong for the weak.

Now Zhang Jiao is no longer simple, even if he is an immortal, he will kill the prey you see, his feet are not on the solid earth, but in the void. From this point of view, there is no way for them to touch the gap between Zhang Jiao, the earth and the sky, and it is not so simple and can be easily resolved.

After a moment of stunned, one of the assassins raised the delicate little crossbow in the palm of his left hand, and almost without taking aim, pressing his fingers downward, he touched the button on the small crossbow, and the crossbow arrows that had already been loaded were also fired. It was dense, like a locust crossing the border, and it invaded towards Zhang Jiao.

Even if this small crossbow can only be loaded with one crossbow arrow at a time, and can only fire one crossbow arrow, it can't be compared with Zhuge Liang's crossbow, but it is deadly enough!

It was only the subsequent scene that made the assassins present feel even more powerless.

The crossbow arrows that were shot by their hands were invisibly blocked when they approached Zhang Jiao's body, and they all stopped, unable to move forward a single bit. In the next second, the crossbow arrows turned into powder, and there was no longer the slightest threat.

"This is the game, I'm in the game, and you're not in the game too." Zhang Jiao lowered his head and looked down at Zhang Banxian, who had a gloomy face. He walked upwards step by step, and with each step, the next step would be stepped on a higher place, although there was a void under his feet, and there was only air, but there seemed to be layers of invisible steps for him to walk.

The black-clothed people on the roof, hidden in the corners on all sides, quickly adjusted the angle, and finally gave up this useless move in despair. The bed crossbow can shoot on its back, but it has a limit of height, beyond which even if they dismantle the bed crossbow, they can't lift it up even a little angle.

"The difference is that I knew it was a game, but I chose to step into it anyway. You're different, because I've got the ability to break the game. Zhang Jiao chuckled, and pushed his hands out flat, as if he was holding the sun and moon in his arms, and stroked them to the sides.

From the sleeves of his hands, more beans fell, and in mid-air, they changed into bean soldiers. Some bean soldiers, when they appeared on the first day of the new year, disappeared and did not know where they went.

More bean soldiers landed and slaughtered the assassins in the Killer Building.

(End of chapter)