"Spells?" Seven Kills raised their eyebrows, but did not make a sound to stop the movements of the killers who continued to run towards Zhang Jiao.

He stared at Zhang Jiao tightly, carefully capturing his movements, every moment, including the gap in his mind. However, now Zhang Jiao is flawless, because he is standing there, without any superfluous movements, from the perception of the Seven Killings spreads past, he can feel that kind of tranquility and indifference, like a lake calm and waveless water.

There is no action, which means that there will be no weakness, and Seven Kills will have to stay still. In fact, when facing Zhang Jiao now, he feels like he was facing Guan Yu in the Taishou Mansion of Beihai City in the past. At that time, even if the Seven Kills had already reacted, it was still useless, if Kong Rong hadn't spoken, he believed that he would have been killed by Guan Yu with one sword.

It was a great horror that overturned like a mountain and the whole person was suppressed, and now the kind of aura that Zhang Jiao revealed, not only could not make the Seven Kills feel relaxed, but it made him tremble more than when he faced Guan Yu's knife at the beginning.

"Whew." Gently exhaled a breath, seven kills did not move.

If Zhang Jiao does not move, he will not move, and if Zhang Jiao moves, he will move. As for how to make Zhang Jiao move, so as to expose his flaws, these are all the things for his assassins.

The soft sword on Meng Xing's waist turned into a bright light in the dark night, gently wrapping around the body of a bean soldier, like a thin moonlight. With another draw, the silver light melted into countless fragments, and the blade slashed, dividing the bean soldier's body into countless pieces.

It was about dead, and when Meng Xing Soul rushed towards Zhang Jiao, his foot stepped on one of his arms, which trembled, but finally let go of the knife in his palm. However, Meng Xingsoul did not have the slightest joy, seeing the big from the small, these bean soldiers were extremely difficult, except for his method of dividing them into several pieces, there was almost no way to stop them from fighting.

More Assassins held daggers, knives and swords. This kind of weapon is more suitable for assassination, and when facing the bean soldiers, it is quite stretched. If you change it to a long knife or a long sword, it is easier to split the body of a bean soldier, but if you change it to a short soldier such as a dagger, it will take two or even three strokes to do it.

The extra time consumed means the loss of lives, and there are also more people in black, when they get close to the body of the bean soldier, one of them is not very good, and they are killed by the bean soldier. It's just that they have no choice, because when they enter the combat state, there is no way to take out the weapons in the backpack, not to mention, what they are good at is the battle between these square inches, not the battlefield fighting.

An Assassin emerges from the darkness of the night, and the only brilliance is the weapons in their hands. Even under the light of the fire, their figures were dark, and at this moment, when they were heading towards Zhang Jiao, there was a feeling that the darkness was about to swallow up the remaining light.

"You know what? The reason why you stand before me is because I will give anyone a choice, whether it is to follow or to betray. Zhang Jiao looked at Zhang Banxian and spoke softly.

Beside him, there were four bean soldiers protecting him, and on their bodies, many crossbow arrows shot by the small crossbows in the hands of the killers of the killer building were nailed deep into their bodies. However, the poison applied to the arrows had no effect on their flesh-and-blood bodies. Therefore, in the end, many killers, relying on the daggers in their hands and all kinds of short soldiers, tore apart the bean soldiers who stood in their way with their lives.

The Seven Kills' gaze remained unchanged, still following Zhang Jiao's left and right, and the death of each assassin under his command could not shake his heart. In fact, his gaze was cold, and when he touched the warm blood that bloomed in his field of vision, he pierced straight through.

Assassins are a group of people who lick blood at the tip of a knife, and death has long been commonplace for him. He only cares about one thing now, that is, how to kill Zhang Jiao and when to kill Zhang Jiao.

Originally, the assassination of an assassin and a killer should be precise and efficient, and that is the art of assassination in the eyes of many people. But from the time the Seven Killings decided to assassinate Zhang Jiao, they gave up all the plans that should not have been, and only arranged them, that is, some of the most basic things on the surface.

Zhang Jiao is too strong, and he who has obtained the Taiping Technique, he is definitely not an easy person, and the information given by Zhang Banxian also proves this. Therefore, the layout is useless, because the opponent has the strength to overturn the chessboard and break the game at any time.

All established things in the world are accompanied by unpredictable variables, in this case, it is better to disrupt chaos and seize the opportunity that is waiting for in the chaos. They don't have a plan, naturally, they won't be caught, and naturally there will be no unforeseen and unexpected accidents.

In the end, there were only these four bean soldiers left by Zhang Jiao's side.

But so what?

Zhang Jiao didn't fluctuate at all, he raised his hand slightly, stretched out a finger, and the whistling in his ears became heavier.

When it got closer, the crossbow bolt shot from the bed crossbow tore apart the bean soldier in front of Zhang Jiao, breaking it in two, and finally came to Zhang Jiao's face. The index finger was pointed at the sharpest point of the arrow, and the arm did not move, except for the sleeve of the robe.

"Whether you are a hundred or a thousand, to me, it makes no difference." Sighing, the crossbow arrow in front of Zhang Jiao was frozen, and from the arrow, inch by inch, it cracked, spread past, and finally, the whole crossbow arrow became iron dust and wood dust, and fell weakly towards the ground, becoming a large pile of flying powder.

From his fingertips, a little light suddenly appeared, and a trace of thunder and lightning mixed with it kept jumping, flashing and disappearing. With a flick of his fingers, a thunderous roar exploded in the palm of his fingers, and there was thunder and lightning, and it rushed out.

In the distance, the black-clothed man who was putting crossbow arrows on the bed crossbow slammed his body, and he looked at the companion who operated the bed crossbow suspiciously, and could only see the intertwined brilliance in his eyes, and he couldn't help but tremble.

"Boom!"

The raging thunder and lightning exploded, turning people, trees, grass, and even bed crossbows into a pile of ashes. The light that dispersed in an instant also turned this originally dark place into an incomparably bright place. Even if it was only for a moment, it was enough for many assassins in the Killer Building to see the tragic situation and Zhang Jiao's strength.

Snap of your fingers!

(End of chapter)