"So now, do you choose to let me kill you, or not kill you, or just kill you?" Zhang Jiao asked.

Zhang Banxian kept vomiting blood from his mouth, and the blood foam adhered to the corners of his mouth, dripping down overwhelmingly. His chest and abdomen were tumbling, and he was suppressed by the momentum of his horns, and there was a painful existence of death and pain, again and again, as if he had died once, and then he came back to life, and continued to die.

This is the pressure that Zhang Jiao brings, the suppression, which is reflected in the mind until it appears in the flesh.

"Ahem...... cough" Zhang Banxian coughed dryly, coughing up not saliva, but blood foam.

He was now extremely weak, extremely vulnerable. Originally, Zhang Banxian was not so fragile, he still had a little strength, which was enough to deal with most players, but when facing Zhang Jiao, this strength was nothing.

"I guess how you chose it, right?" Zhang Banxian said.

He understands that his life is not in his own hands, but in the hands of Zhang Jiao? So now, no matter how Zhang Banxian chooses, the final decision is in Zhang Jiao's hands.

"Now, Zhang Yan should have arrived, right?" Zhang Banxian muttered to himself.

In the entire Nanyang Yellow Turban Army, there is only one Zhang Yan who can see it most thoroughly, and there is only one Zhang Yan, who is extremely vigilant about his existence. Therefore, Zhang Banxian knew what decision Zhang Yan would make when he returned to the Nanyang Yellow Turban Army, and this was also the decision made by Zhang Banxian, so the Yellow Turban forces in the Nanyang Yellow Turban Army would follow Zhang Yan's orders and rush to the aid of Guangzong City.

"I see." Zhang Jiao said lightly. His eyes pierced through the night in front of him, and saw the actions of the Yellow Turban Army in Nanyang, who were very close to Guangzong City, and marched hurriedly, heading towards Guangzong City.

"Is that your choice? Whether you succeed or fail, you want to let the things that are unattainable continue as you want them to be. ”

"I see." Zhang Jiao sighed.

His figure, the shadow that remained on the ground, had detached itself from the ground where his own shadow was. The black shadow just broke away and became a separate place, the pitch-black arm, stretched out with open horns, and the dagger in his hand was black, only the shadow was reflected, the shape of the dagger.

However, he was so sharp, and that kind of cold was always there, constantly reminding him that it was not just a shadow. This is a shadow that can kill a person, even if this shadow belongs to his master himself, but just like that, another figure appears in the shadow that only belongs to Zhang Jiao.

Seven killings are like an existence that inadvertently broke in, without the consent of the owner and without the slightest notice, so they broke in.

It's not love, it's not a person who breaks into another person's life, it's not a thief who breaks into an empty door, breaks into an unguarded family. The intrusion of the Seven Killings was with a bloody breath, he had broken into the lives of countless people, and walked out again, leaving only death and blood in one place.

If it were someone else, Seven Kills wouldn't use this shadow kill. Rather than using his shadow to kill others, he actually prefers to bathe in blood with his own hands, to feel the despair of others, and to witness death bloom in his own hands.

This is not in line with his long-standing habits, and Seven Kills himself doesn't like it, but when there is a goal that makes you desperate, he has to choose the way he doesn't like.

Zhang Jiao is like a mountain, close at hand, but it can't be removed no matter what. This is not a story of a fool moving mountains, seven killings are not a fool, and he also has no way to have so much time to remove the horns in front of him. For killers, the most lacking is often time, and the most lacking is often time, and it doesn't take much time to kill a person, but if you want to wait for the moment of killing, behind this, you don't know how much time it takes to wait and cast.

A killer who cherishes the quicksand of time in his hands incomparably and wastes it incomparably. They may have waited for a long time in exchange for that moment, just a moment. But so what? As long as they can kill the target they want to kill, it is worth the wait, and it is worth the wait.

Squander time, and cherish it incomparably at the moment when the opportunity comes. The so-called killer wants to seize this moment, this fleeting opportunity. If you can't catch it, it means that the time you squandered before is meaningless, it means death, and if you catch it, then you don't know who lives and who dies.

There is no sorrow or joy in the heart of the Seven Kills, there is no joy that Zhang Jiao is about to be killed, and there is no worry that he will not be killed. Only by completely hiding your emotions, regardless of the process and the result, can you complete the task at hand excellently.

Seven Kills is the Killer, an excellent killer, and is the owner of the Killer Building. Only if you know how to kill better than other killers can you sit in your current position and not even be killed by others.

Wait until the end, wait until the end, then there is no need to wait. Any hesitation, a hint of fear, will make the heart question, and in the end, let the opportunity be lost.

There is only one chance, especially in the face of a back like Zhang Jiao, who can feed a person's master.

So Seven Kills did not hesitate, and at this moment when he was not being noticed, he raised the dagger in his hand and stabbed forward. In the shadows, he poked out from the shadow of Zhang Jiao, the dagger, condensed from nothingness, as black as ink, without a bit of brilliance, let alone a bit of edge.

He stabbed hard, this is the action of Seven Kills, and the dagger stabbed hard into the air, there was nothing there, he seemed to kill the air. But not only that, because Zhang Jiao was close at hand, the Seven Kills were hidden in his shadow, he could see Zhang Jiao, he could reach it, and the dagger only needed a moment to stab Zhang Jiao's body.

Zhang Jiao didn't seem to feel it, he only cared about Zhang Banxian in front of him, and the seven killings had been forgotten in the corner. So when the outline of the Seven Killings in the shadow became, Zhang Jiao still didn't notice anything.

The dagger, just like that, emerged, from the shadow, to the substance. It stabbed sharply at the back of Zhang Jiao's heart, without a trace of hesitation, without a hint of pause, without being noticed.

With the purest killing intent, the seven kills only need to kill Zhang Jiao, kill Zhang Jiao! This is the same as Jing Ke's assassination of the King of Qin, and the same as Gai Nie Changjie's revenge, all they have is one word.

That is, kill!

(End of chapter)