"Is the South Gate going to be broken too?" Zhang Jiao sighed, and what he saw in his eyes was not the dark night sky, but the scene of the south city gate.

Once, twice, the hammer slammed into the city gate. The gate shook, and the place where the hammer struck showed a very obvious crack, and spread around, and a hole appeared there.

The rolling logs at the head of the city rained down, and when the hammer struck the third time, it was broken in two. Nearby, however, a small group of soldiers carrying hammers arrived and pounced on the city gates.

Zhang Jiao had also thought about this moment, and it was not far in his mind, and he was prepared. It's just that he didn't expect it to come so quickly, and now, he has a lot less time, and there are some things that must be done quickly.

As he hovered in mid-air, the surrounding arrows rained down on him, and he didn't stop for a moment. It's just that these sharp weapons that can kill people fell to the ground one after another when they came into contact with the invisible barrier that Zhang Jiao was subjected to, and they didn't even bring the slightest movement of the corners of his clothes!

"Go on." Seven Kills spoke coldly. Looking up at Zhang Jiao, Seven Kills' eyes became more and more cold, he didn't like to look up to others like this, but as a killer, many times, they would become unnoticed dust and mud on the ground, and naturally there would never be such a scorching light on his body.

Anyone who just lets a killer look up to usually falls so badly that he can't even get up again, never have a chance to get up again. Because they are the kind of people who are the deepest coldness hidden in the darkness, the kind of people who are good at making people fall into hell.

So people, it's better not to stand too high, those awe-inspiring auras are also the reason why people are targeted.

When the surrounding killers heard the order of Seven Kills, no one asked why, but accelerated the loading speed of the small crossbow arrows in their hands. As soon as the bolts were loaded, they shot towards the horns, but the bolts that had just flown up and shot at the target fell again when they touched the target.

Such a seemingly useless move, but no one questioned it, let alone hesitated. As a killer, many times they understand that the so-called useless actions are useful in the end, but it depends on whether you have the patience to wait.

Zhang Jiao suddenly lowered his head, and in his field of vision, a black-clothed killer pounced towards him with his strength, the short sword in his hand with a bright light.

The killer's body trembled, and he only felt that he was surrounded by a coldness, and his consciousness seemed to be frozen at this moment. If it weren't for the inertia of his body that made him continue to fly towards Zhang Jiao, then he would have stopped the movement in his hand now.

There was no emotion in those eyes, including when the short sword in his hand approached, and the tip of the sword was about to pierce the foot plate of Zhang Jiao. There is still no other emotion revealed, it is like the scorching sun in the sky, the bright moon, hanging in the sky, indifferently looking at the ants on the ground. Whether it is the vicissitudes of life, or someone raising their feet to chase them, it will not change the eternal indifference.

That's what he reads in the eyes of Zhang Jiao, which can arouse a person's anger more than contempt, because contempt at least treats you as a person. And what the killer felt was a complete gaze at ants, roadside stones, and weeds, and he didn't put him in his eyes.

Anger came out of his heart, filling his whole body in a tide of flames, and even the coldness that had penetrated into his bone marrow was suppressed at this moment. Why is he? You know, when the puppet is angry, blood is splattered five steps, not to mention that the distance between them is now closer than five steps!

Even if it's a god, I'll kill you, not to mention that you're not a god!

Closer, closer. Just hand the short sword in your hand and cut through the boots on Zhang Jiao's feet, causing him a little damage and cutting through his skin, and all will be done. The venom on the blade is enough to poison a person in a very short period of time.

It's just that why doesn't he have any joy in his heart?

"The immortals touched my top and gave me immortality." Zhang Jiao chanted this sentence he liked quite a lot, stretched out his right hand, and pressed his palm down.

It's a pity that there are immortals in this world, but even if he knots people's hair, he can't give others immortality.

The short sword in the killer's hand let out a piercing tremor, and the tremor became more pronounced as he approached Zhang Jiao, when Zhang Jiao's hand pressed downward. The entire short sword cracked inch by inch from the tip of the sword, turning into powder, until only a bare hilt remained.

The killer's eyes widened in disbelief, and before he could come back to his senses, Zhang Jiao had already appeared in front of him. At this moment, he lost the inertia to jump up with his strength, and had begun to fall downward.

It's just a hand. It was at this time that it was gently pressed on his head. It doesn't have a little bit of strength, it's as light as nothing.

"Bang." With a soft sound, the killer's entire head exploded, like a brilliant firework, red mixed with white foam, which looked particularly gorgeous under the light of the fire below. The body that had lost its head fell downwards and fell heavily to the ground, blood flowing from the neck of the head that had lost it, forming a small pool of blood on the ground.

Zhang Jiao's complexion did not change in the slightest, there was not a trace of blood on his palms, and even the robes were as white as new, without the slightest stain remaining on his head. In those eyes, he never looked at the killer's corpse again. If you have to say it, then Zhang Jiao is just crushing an insect to death, if a person accidentally steps on an insect or an ant, will he pay attention and mourn?

The answer, of course, is no, and naturally Zhang Jiao will not either. Like him, the arrow is no longer imminent, and even now, when his strength is seriously declining, it is still not something that ordinary people can shake. Even if these people below are not ordinary people, but a group of well-trained killers, they still can't really become Zhang Jiao's opponents.

His opponent has always been the ethereal Heavenly Dao and the general trend. Even he, in such a rolling torrent, is like a grain of sand, and even he can't see too far away.

The fingers flicked, and the sound of thunder resounded between the snaps of the fingers. Clusters of electric light flashed in an instant, shooting straight towards the black-clothed killers standing on the ground. In an instant, the entire darkness was occupied by the light of thunder and lightning, including the pitch-black night clothes on the killers, which were exposed to the electric light and were clearly visible.

"Ah......" screams rang out, but they stopped abruptly. Few killers could dodge such an attack, and the speed of the thunder at their fingertips had reached a point where they could not react.

The lightning flashed in front of him, the thunder moved, and then he really didn't know anything. Even the screams were incomplete, and they were interrupted and stopped before they could be uttered.

The smell of burning, spreading through the field, was a scorched smell, emanating from the charred, barely recognizable humanoid coke.

Flickered and extinguished, and when the lightning faded, what finally appeared in front of the killers who were not killed was the piles of black powder. It's not that they're unprepared, it's just that those preparations, under such an attack, seem insignificant, and they can't change the outcome.

Probably, the reason why they didn't die should be much better luck than those dead companions, right?

The surviving killers couldn't help but think that it was ridiculous to say, they didn't believe in luck, but at this moment, they were extremely grateful for this luck. This makes them ashamed, but when they are faced with such a horn, such an "inhuman" person, what kind of reaction seems to be reasonable, right?

Is this really the kind of person they can kill?

The killer was still holding a small crossbow and aiming at Zhang Jiao, but his fingers were clasped on the buttons, but not as decisively as before. He swallowed a few mouthfuls of saliva, and found that the dryness in his throat still hadn't dissipated, and his heart was pounding, even more intense.

He didn't know whether to buckle down or not, and shot his already loaded crossbow bolts at Zhang Jiao. What he could know was that his arrow, I was afraid that it would not be able to bring any harm to Zhang Jiao, because in the dense rain of arrows before, he would be fine.

Many of the surviving killers couldn't help but mutter, God, can you really kill them? It seems that it can't be killed, just like their current goal, how can they kill it? Even if they are killers, they are afraid that they will not be able to kill such people, because they are no longer human.

"Go on." Seven Kills repeated.

He had already appeared in another place, no longer in the same place where he had been, and the same thing that forced him to transfer was the same thunder that had occurred before. His entire back was brushed and torn apart, and for a moment the blood gushed out, but it was cauterized by the extremely high temperature carried by the electric current, evaporating the blood and "bonding" the exposed flesh back together.

Until now, his entire back was still a hot pain, stirring every nerve in his head. The sweat that flowed down his back, as he passed over the large burned area, slid downwards like a knife cutting through it. What's more, this is not a small knife, but dozens, hundreds, and when the fine beads of sweat roll down together, the stinging pain is almost dense.

But the eyes of the seven kills still haven't changed, they are so rebellious, cold, and there is no hesitation and gap in their hearts that some killers in the killer building.

God also kills you, not just talking. There is no god in this world, and there are only people close to God, but such people are still not gods, but human beings.

As long as it is a human, it can be killed, and as long as it is a human, it will die. Zhang Jiao, who was looked up to by him, was also a human being, so the seven killings were not afraid.

Like him, there are also a few people such as Meng Xingsoul, just like the Seven Killings, their beliefs have never wavered. Even if some of them have just brushed shoulders with death like the Seven Killings, for them, the pain and the fear brought by death are things that must be tasted, and they will not be afraid.

If there are people who can't be killed, then it probably only proves that they are too weak! It's not that the other party can't kill, but they can't kill, so there is no one in this world who can't be killed, and there are only weak people!

Meng Xingsoul ran, and in front of him, a man in black half-squatted down, striding on a horse, and his whole body leaned back slightly.

He jumped up in one step, stepped on the back of the killer in front of him again, and landed on his shoulder again, and the whole body bowed down, and flew upwards. The black-clothed killer below stumbled, and he fell to his knees uncontrollably, his face flushed as if he was about to drip blood.

The killer who approached Zhang Jiao just now also approached Zhang Jiao in this way. It's just that he doesn't have the strength of Meng Xingsoul, he only needs one person, and he goes so fast and in such a hurry, the whole person is like a black shadow flying in the sky.

His soft sword straightened in the air, and when it was raised and stabbed, it had turned into a slender long sword. A little edge, condensed from the tip of the sword, like a little starlight in the dark night sky, although dim, but bright enough. When it moved with Meng Xing's soul body and stabbed out, it truly became a meteor that could pierce the night sky

"One line, God!"

Above the line is the sky, and below the line is the earth. Meng Xingsoul's sword has become a boundary that divides heaven and earth, for those who can receive it, it is heaven, and if it can't be received, it is death, for the earth!

Someone else strode forward, stepping on the steps made by the two killers intertwined their hands. As soon as the two killers stepped on their palms, they threw the knife-wiping killer upwards in the direction of Zhang Jiao.

He was like a cannonball, rushing towards Zhang Jiao, and the howling wind in his face made his black-clothed hunting sound. The knife in his hand was waved out in an instant, a flash of light appeared, and the knife came out without regrets!

The third, the fourth......

They don't like to look up, so they jump, so they draw their swords, so they swing their swords. They don't need too many reasons, because they don't like it, because they want to kill, that's why they go so decisively.

Even if you are above ten thousand people, just like you are in the middle of a high hall, even if you are an enemy country. None of this can change their identity as killers and their determination to kill.

Anyway, they are dust, dust that no one pays attention to, dust that is truly brilliant for a moment! So let the brilliance of the goal replace the light of them!

(End of chapter)