"I see, this is your choice, your insistence?" Zhang Jiao looked at these rushing killers, and a light finally appeared in his eyes. He became much more solemn, and there was no indifference in the eyes of these killers before.

To be precise, these killers who can overcome the fear in their hearts, and the killers who can still do it to themselves at this moment, are all special. They deserve respect, even if it seems a little stupid, but it is precisely because of this stupidity that Zhang Jiao looks at them differently.

Knowing that you can't do it, you still have to do it, this is the stupidity shown by these killers. Unlike the killers who attacked him with small crossbows in their hands, these killers jumped up and attacked him with their swords, and the courage in their hearts was not lost, and they were fighting for themselves.

Like a mayfly shaking a tree, it may be placed in other people's eyes, which is a laughing and shameless behavior. But Zhang Jiao doesn't, he respects the stupidity of these killers, even if their stupidity is based on wanting to kill him, he respects them the same.

Because he himself is such a stupid man! It's just that these killers have to face him alone, and he has to face thousands of people and a dynasty!

The invisible and qualitative killing intent that Zhang Jiao saw in his eyes was different, and the only thing that was the same was that they all had the same determination, which made Zhang Jiao's eyelids jump a little. But that's all, to be able to give him the illusion of being stinged in his eyes like this is enough to show that they are amazing.

"Blood splattered five steps, the husband was furious, so it is, so it is." He pursed his lips, gently sleeved his hand, and grabbed it out with one hand.

"Then I will give you the respect that is commensurate, and give you death."

Zhang Jiao's hand grabbed it, and what greeted him was Meng Xingsoul's long sword, the sword light flashed twice, when the sword flashed, and when it flashed again, it was already in front of Zhang Jiao's eyes. This sword distinguishes heaven and earth, using the long sword as a line to divide life and death.

Once Meng Xingsoul used this sword to kill many targets, no matter whether they were cautious or not, they couldn't escape the point before this line. In the same way, he also understands that this line of heaven is only a line, and for the target he wants to kill, it is also for him.

If you can't kill it, you will die. There is only one chance to make a sword, no matter how long you wait, no matter how long you plan and observe, many times, there is only one chance to make such a sword. That's why his sword is so fast, so fast, so fast, that he will turn all the thousands of words into this sword, and stab it out, and it will be as decisive.

"......"

Meng Xingsoul's pupils shrank inward, and a trace of bitterness appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Zhang Jiao's palm grabbed his sword, and under the grasp, the long sword actually made a sound of gold and iron, and the sound of friction was extremely harsh.

The palm of that hand was white, the five fingers were slender, but it was still a fleshy palm. It's just that at this moment, in the palm of this flesh, there is a sharp weapon that can kill, which is enough to make people shocked.

Naturally, for Zhang Jiao, it is now the day. For Meng Xing's soul, now is the earth, the hell.

He didn't hesitate for a moment, his wrist twisted, the long sword twisted, and the whole sword trembled in Zhang Jiao's palm. Inch by inch, inch by inch, the long sword let out a wail, turned into silver dots, and flew out in all directions.

The fragments of the blade slashed across his cheek and past Meng Xing's side, cutting a hole in the black clothes, with blood marks. He saw that Zhang Jiao in front of him was still as usual, and when the fragments of the blade shot towards him, they were invisibly hindered, and every trace of progress was extremely slow, until they were close to Zhang Jiao's side, and they fell weakly.

But, so what? Meng Xingsoul's left hand had already taken out a short dagger from his waist and stabbed it towards Zhang Jiao's chest!

"Die." Zhang Jiao's palm was released, and pieces of fragments fell from his palm, and he flicked his fingers lightly, and his index finger flicked on Meng Xingsoul's forehead.

A brilliant firework bloomed in the sky, and Meng Xingsoul's head had become a part of the fireworks, and his body from the neck down fell downward. He continued to walk through the air, walking past the killers, fingers tapping lightly with each one he passed.

One head after another exploded, and one after another headless corpses fell, and Zhang Jiao approached the ground step by step, like an immortal in the world. Those who dared to offend him had become corpses, and they were also the fate of some of the targets that these killers were once so familiar with.

The elite killers who belonged to the Killer Building were all killed in Zhang Jiao's step after step. The respect that Zhang Jiao gave them was to kill them one after another with his own hands. And the other killers who only dared to shoot crossbow arrows at him, he didn't take it to heart, and if he wanted to kill them, he would only move a finger and blast them with thunder and lightning.

Until the death of the last killer in the sky who was heading towards Zhang Jiao, the scene was silent, and those killers, even the small crossbow in their hands, forgot to load the crossbow arrows. The headless corpses that fell in front of them one after another, beside them, were all the existences they had looked up to in the killer building, and each of them had caused a lot of tasks, not to mention the people who died in their hands, and they were not comparable to the killers who cooperated with the siege.

Even they all died like this, without the slightest sound, without the slightest wave becoming a corpse, then, what use are they?

"Retreat." Seven Kills said a word lightly, the death of the main killer in these killer buildings was also exchanged for the cold tone covered under the cold mask.

The killers who fell into a daze were like being pardoned, and they resolutely hid into the darkness, retreating one after another. No one has hesitated, because of the landlord's order to kill seven times, they only need to follow it, and they don't need to ask for more reasons.

Soon, there were only three people left in the originally lively field, and there were corpses everywhere. The flames burning next to it were not as fierce as they had been at the beginning, but they were still burning. Under the light of the fire, there were three people, and three figures that were constantly shining and disappearing.

It was a little quiet, and Zhang Jiao took the last step on the ground, his hands behind his back. He looked around, his gaze fell on Zhang Banxian's body, watched, and finally spoke.

"So now you should tell me what your choice is, right?"

(End of chapter)