The knight's spear was aimed at Xu Zhong, and in the eyes of the knight, Xu Zhong, who had a long knife, was undoubtedly far less threatening than Kou Ziling with his bare hands. What's more, this charge, in the eyes of the knight, Xu Zhong was already a dead man. The two are just a gap between one dying first and one dying later, as long as he kills Xu Zhong and turns around, it is easy to kill Kou Ziling again.

However, when he stabbed out the spear, the knight's eyes opened wide, revealing an incredulous and astonished gaze. In his opinion, there is no threat, and the threat level is far less than that of Xu Zhong's Kou Ziling, and it has become an existence with a deadly threat.

With a light step, when Xu Zhong took out the knife and his speed skyrocketed, Kou Ziling's figure also began to drift, like a ghost wandering around Xu Zhong's body.

The tacit understanding between two people often puts them in battle. There is no need for words to cooperate. Even now, even if there is a secret intention of competition, in fact, in terms of winning or losing, it is only a comparison of whose hand is faster than the other party.

"The yin wind sends the funeral and asks for your life."

In the palms of both palms, a cold and dark light flickered, and there was a wail that echoed around Kou Ziling's body. The closer it was to his palm, the more obvious the sound became, and the faint horror and painful emotions were exactly the same as those exuded by a person when he was tortured, and even more painful and miserable.

Somehow, the knight felt the horror of the steed under his seat, which he had not expected. Even at this time, the speed of the horse sprinting forward has slowed down a little, but none of this is important!

It doesn't matter the horse, it doesn't matter who he is aiming for, it's the figure in his eyes that he sees now. The sudden blur, the hidden, the news in his eyes, and the figure that suddenly appeared.

Clothes hunting, that is the sound of the wind hitting Kou Ziling's clothes and driving them to fly, and finally forming. However, at this moment, Kou Ziling's focus is no longer on this at all, he has become a gust of wind, a gust of yin wind, a yin wind from the Nine Hells. It was precisely because it was the wind that his figure disappeared and blurred for a moment, and finally, the figure froze and appeared in front of the knight.

"The player enters the afterimage state, and the player gains the ability to perceive weaknesses."

"The player is out of the afterimage state and loses 20 energy."

In an instant, the prompt sound of the system has sounded twice, and in the process of life and death, the emergence and disappearance of the two beneficial states are only in an instant. But even if it's instantaneous, it's enough, for Kou Ziling, he has seen the knight's weakness and approached him, then the next thing is to send him off!

The first form of the immortal seal method, the yin wind funeral life, is actually a very simple form, that is, a palm funeral! The afterimage state, as well as the state of weakness insight, are also incidental to this move, and these two states are undoubtedly for funeral and life.

Kou Ziling showed a state of flying upward, his heart was not turbulent, and the slightest excess emotion did not appear. His world was cold and lifeless at the moment, and even now, when seen from Kou Ziling's field of vision, the world took on two colors: black and white.

It is the afterlife, the color of hell, but in this world, there are countless vivid colors that make this world bizarre and mottled. In the closest place to Kou Ziling, which is also where the knight is, the color of blood red is unusually bright.

The blood red was thick and light, the darkest one, the most dazzling inside, bright red as if it had life.

"Weakness insight disappears."

At the moment when the system prompted the sound appeared, Kou Ziling moved, or rather, he had already moved, but when this voice appeared, his palm had just been imprinted on the most vivid red mass.

"Bang."

With a dull sound, the knight's eyes instantly dimmed, and his sparkle gradually faded from his eyes. A large mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth and spread out in all directions, and his body, detached from the horse's back, flew backwards, fell heavily and fell to the ground, and the chest on the side of his heart was already dented.

Although he was no longer in a state of weakness and insight, Kou Ziling could also imagine that the most vivid blood red had faded, and the other colors, whether dark or light, had all become black and white. This is the color of death, and the most vivid red is the part that makes the color of death render faster, which is the position of the heart!

Kou Ziling landed on the ground, and after struck out with one palm, his whole person was also freed from that cold state of mind. Beside him, a miserable wail rang out, accompanied by a splattering handful of blood.

Xu Zhong reached out to wipe away the hot, fishy horse blood from his eyelids, his cheeks twitched faintly, and there was an open opening there. At his side, a spear stood with a thin roll of blood on the edge of the spear's head. A huge horse's head landed at his feet, and the headless horse's body passed over Xu Zhong and finally fell not far behind him, and the blood spilled on the ground shed obvious traces.

Shi A's left hand stretched out and pressed the edge of the hat he was wearing downward, and on the blade of the long sword he was holding in his right hand, a layer of fine blood beads was rolling down, and drops of blood dripped down, and finally hit a shallow red depression on the ground. The warhorse, which had lost its master, paced beside it, snorting from time to time, bowing its head to eat the grass beside the road, while its owner lay aside, with a bloody hole in his chest.

There is only one sword, and only one sword. No matter what kind of weapon it is, no matter how ever-changing, the most important thing is to kill the enemy. This is the second strike after a month and fifteen days, in Luoyang City, in fact, there are not many opportunities to need Shi A's action, and the person who was killed in front of him is far from the point where Shi A needs to make a move.

He only made a move because his hands were itchy, and because it happened to be one of the things that his junior and junior needed to do.

Just as he was about to return the sword like a sheath, Shi A's movements suddenly paused, he turned around and saw more than a dozen people suddenly emerging from behind him. Around them, there was another sound, and the sound of footsteps was so piercing and abrupt.

Shi Ah didn't move, but the corners of his mouth suddenly hooked, revealing a shallow smile.

(End of chapter)