Zhang Banxian just watched from the distance from beginning to end, his complexion changed at the beginning, and now, there is no extra expression. All his plans were like a breeze in front of Zhang Jiao, and he couldn't bring anything.

No matter how much planning there is, in the face of absolute strength, it will be empty after all, and it will be useless. He smiled wryly, and looked down at his hands, his hands had strength, but they couldn't wrestle their wrists with Zhang Jiao.

This is really ridiculous.

He laughed, a faint smile. He also once thought that he would fail, and that's all, somehow, there are still regrets in his heart, but they are not strong.

Since he will fail, it proves that the path he has taken is not complete, and it proves that he has taken the wrong path. As for the future, what is there after? Zhang Jiao only needs to flick his fingers and kill him, then he really has nothing left in the game.

raised his head again, and met Zhang Jiao's gaze, Zhang Banxian's face was calm. He doesn't regret what he did, and he doesn't feel guilty in his heart, probably because of his trust in Zhang Jiao.

"I don't regret it." Zhang Banxian spoke.

"If I regret it, then I probably regret my choice, right? What I chose, what I went, should be, was wrong......"

"yes." Zhang Banxian repeated again as if he was unsure, "The path I took should be, the wrong ......"

"Really?" Zhang Jiao asked.

Looking at Zhang Banxian, a familiar person, he suddenly felt a little strange. It's not because of everything he encounters now, not because Zhang Banxian wants to kill him, but because of what Zhang Banxian wants to do.

"Revolution? The revolution of Tang Wu is in line with the sky and should be in the people. ”

The revolution is probably the same as what he is doing now, right? It's just that what he does is not in line with the sky, and he should not be human, there is always only him, a lonely group.

"So, what's your choice?" Zhang Jiao continued to ask.

Just as he asked Zhang Banxian to choose, he chose to kill himself, Zhang Jiao did not prevent him from doing what he chose to sit on. It's just that Zhang Banxian didn't do it, and he couldn't kill him.

Now he still asks Zhang Banxian to choose, probably because he didn't choose, right?

Zhang Jiao is never afraid of choice, what he chooses is a choice that many people will not choose, and will choose if there is no choice. He still chose it, and even now he doesn't have a choice, but he still chooses.

Fighting with the sky, fighting with people, whether he won or lost, in the end he won himself.

"I choose what Mr. Xuan Ling has chosen." Zhang Banxian gave a deep salute and thanked Zhang Jiao for what he had taught him during this period of time in the game.

is also a teacher and a friend, and it is extremely appropriate to use it on Zhang Jiao's body, Zhang Banxian is sure of this. He looked at the burning flames behind Zhang Jiao, the rolling flames, pulsing, reflecting a dark place in the darkness.

This flame burns brightly, it dispels darkness, it brings warmth, and in the same way, it can turn everything to ashes. It is this kind of flame that can dispel all the unfair and unfair systems in the world, as well as the fate that has been established by countless people.

He chose this path, either to change the lives of the people in the world, that is, to get rid of his own lives. In the midst of change, it is really fortunate to be in such a hot flame.

He doesn't regret it, he doesn't regret what he's lost, what he's about to lose. If you lose it in the game, you can start over, but if you lose it in reality, you will lose it completely. The two are the same, in fact, there are still those people, those things, many, many things that have been lost and cannot be replaced.

But why did he think it was worth it? Why don't you still feel fear?

"Actually, I killed Manchester City. In the end, I just made his death less painful. Zhang Banxian said.

"Why?" Zhang Jiao asked.

"Why?" Zhang Banxian laughed softly, shook his head, and continued: "Because he can't live." No one in the Nanyang Yellow Turban Army could heal his injuries, and he couldn't delay the day he came to Guangzong City. ”

"Also, I need to integrate the Nanyang Yellow Turban Army as soon as possible and make them available to me. Instead of letting some of the original commanders of the Nanyang Yellow Turban Army hinder me by the excuse of Manchester City. ”

"So you killed Manchester City?!" Zhang Jiao was furious and asked angrily.

"So you killed your own sect brother?!"

Zhang Jiao's killing intent and anger condensed into a wave and poured down towards Zhang Banxian. If Yun Ting's killing of **** Yi made Zhang Jiao angry, then Zhang Banxian's killing of Zhang Mancheng made Zhang Jiao even more angry.

Even he couldn't control his state of mind, his mind was tumbling, and he let the blood driven by anger rush into his heart. At this moment, he had the urge to kill Zhang Banxian alive, but in the end he didn't, but that kind of murderous intent and killing intent were not concealed.

"Uh......" Zhang Banxian's body shook, his face became very ugly, and a fishy sweet liquid gushed out from the depths of his throat, and finally became a blood mist that erupted in front of him.

It was as if he had been hit by a sledgehammer, and the whole person's qi and blood were tumbling and churning, and there was blood accumulation between his chest and abdomen. It is like a small boat, drifting with the tide in wave after wave, and may be hit by the wave at any time and completely submerged.

He took a few steps back, and when he finally stood still, he gasped loudly, the blood at the corner of his mouth was very obvious, and the blood gushing out of his mouth actually flowed down his neck.

Seven kills didn't move, he didn't move from the beginning, and the only time he moved, when Zhang Jiao snapped his fingers and thundered, he dodged the blow that no killer could dodge, and still standing.

He remained here until all the killers were gone, or else dead. To Zhang Jiao, he was just a slightly stronger ant, so Zhang Jiao asked him to stay here and forget him for the time being.

However, this is a perfect opportunity for Seven Kills, the Killer never needs to be remembered, he just wants to be forgotten, even if only temporarily. Forgetting a killer like him would be one of a person's biggest mistakes, and even if that person doesn't die, he will never forget it again.

He opened his eyes and closed them again.

"Choice?"

He can choose seven kills, and he won't choose. Others can go, only he can't go, as the owner of the killer building, he can die, not escape.

As a killer, he never had a choice, either someone else died or he died. So he chose to die, perhaps, maybe Zhang Jiao died.

(End of chapter)