Zhang Ying's slender and slender fingers clasped the dagger, and if the fingers were peeling the onion roots, the hand shape was also perfect, even after fighting and running, Zhang Ying did not have a trace of sweat stains on his hands.

No sweating, no shivering.

Zhang Ying stood fifty steps away from the man with his eyes closed, his body swaying slightly, relaxed, as if turning into a branch in the sun, gently swaying with the wind.

His heart was stagnant, and Zhang Ying put all thoughts away, and no more thoughts rose in his mind.

A gust of wind blew, and Zhang Ying followed the wind and took the fifty-step step.

This time, the man in front of him didn't notice anything unusual, and still focused on the thermos in his hand.

Looking at the past from Situ Xue's point of view, Zhang Ying's figure was strange, his posture was exaggerated while swaying in the wind, and he even looked like a drunk man walking crookedly.

But in the process, Zhang Ying neither made a sound, nor did he emit murderous energy.

Situ Xue closed her eyes and realized that she couldn't even feel Zhang Ying's existence.

Zhang Ying followed the breeze like this, one step at a time, one step at a time, with devilish steps, and slowly approached the man.

As time slowly passed, the distance between Zhang Ying and the man was already less than twenty steps, and the distance was only about fifteen meters.

Zhang Ying's face became more and more pale, and even a faint black aura appeared on Ai's face.

But Zhang Ying's calm face did not have the slightest expression, and there was the slightest fluctuation in his eyes, focused and empty.

Nineteen steps!

Eighteen steps!

......

Fifteen steps!

Fourteen steps!

Ten steps!

Closer, closer!

Zhang Ying slowly raised the dagger, the black qi on his face became more and more intense, and his lips began to turn purple.

Situ Xue knew that this was a sign that something was wrong with her heart and her body was beginning to decline rapidly.

Seeing that Zhang Ying was about to hold on, Situ Xue summoned his martial soul Yu Yao Pan and was about to do it.

Who knew that Zhang Ying turned his head at this time, looked at Situ Xue and shook his head gently.

When Situ Xue saw Zhang Ying's eyes, she was really startled and almost screamed.

It was a pair of frighteningly black eyes, covered with purple-black bloodshots, and even blood spilled from the eyes, running down her cheeks like tears.

Blood, black blood, tears, purple tears!

Situ Xue couldn't help but take a step back, and her heel kicked on the stone and made a sound.

This sound was heard far away in the silent Chongxue Garden, and the men who were a hundred steps away from Situ Xue heard the sound and were about to turn around.

It was at this time that Zhang Ying attacked!

I saw Zhang Ying's body suddenly leaning forward, holding a dagger in front of him in one hand, and leaning on his chest in a claw shape with the other, and the whole person began to swoop towards the man quickly!

But in this state, the man still didn't sense Zhang Ying's existence, and when he looked back, his face was still dark and wanted to find the source of the sound.

At the moment when the man turned around, Zhang Ying launched his soul technique and entered a state of invisibility!

The man seemed to feel something, a little startled, and grabbed the thermos bucket on the ground with one hand.

Suddenly, the dagger appeared directly on the man's neck.

The sharp dagger cut directly through the skin on the man's neck, and blood overflowed!

The man's whole body suddenly froze, feeling the sharpness of the dagger, and he didn't dare to move.

At this time, Zhang Ying, who had already held the man, began to reveal a faint wisp of killing intent.

Seeing this, Situ Xue in the distance hurriedly ran over and detoured in front of the man.

Lifting the thermos bucket, Situ Xue subconsciously glanced at the man who robbed the road halfway, who should be a senior in the second year of high school.

Glancing at Zhang Ying again, Situ Xue was shocked and almost knocked over the thermos bucket in his hand.

At this moment, Zhang Ying, with black blood flowing from his seven orifices, even his eyes were dyed black, his face was bruised, there was no breathing, no heartbeat, and even there were no waves in his dark eyes, so he quietly put a dagger against the man's neck from behind, holding the man so that he couldn't move.

"Zhang Ying?"

Situ Xue called softly, but Zhang Ying didn't react.

"Zhang Ying!"

Zhang Ying still didn't react at all.

Situ Xue trembled in her heart!

The man who was being held by Zhang Ying saw that Situ Xue called Zhang Ying twice and did not respond, and Situ Xue was also panicked, so he quickly stretched out his hand to avoid the thermos bucket, and at the same time began to struggle, wanting to get rid of Zhang Ying's clamp!

But at this moment, Zhang Ying moved!

I saw Zhang Ying suddenly burst out with an astonishing killing intent to envelop the man, and the dagger in his hand was slowly pulled out against the man's neck, and the blood flowed down the dagger, staining the stone slab under his feet red!

"Zhang Ying, don't!"

Seeing this, Situ Xue exclaimed loudly, wanting to stop Zhang Ying, but Zhang Ying didn't seem to hear Situ Xue's scream, and the dagger in his hand slashed steadily across the man's neck, no matter how the man struggled, he didn't shake at all.

Then, the man was thrown to the ground by Zhang Ying like a dead dog.

Zhang Ying also fell to the ground, regained his heartbeat, resumed his breathing, and passed out in a deep coma.

Situ Xue hurriedly checked Zhang Ying's state and found that Zhang Ying had fallen into a coma due to overdraft, so she controlled the Yu Yao Pan to emit a blue light on Zhang Ying's body, comforting Zhang Ying.

Then Situ Xue began to examine the man's injuries.

The man fell to the ground like a puddle of mud, incontinent, his mouth and eyes were crooked, his pupils gradually dilated, and his mouth made an unknown sound.

The man was not really cut by Zhang Ying's neck, Zhang Ying's dagger only cut through the skin of the man's neck, but the man's body seemed to believe that his neck was cut, and he kept twitching gently, and the breath of the whole person became weaker and weaker, and he saw that the fire of life was about to be extinguished.

Situ Xue looked at the man and felt a little funny and a little disgusting, so Situ Xue shot out a blue light with the Yu Yao disk, reflecting on the man.

"Pure heart and clear spirit!"

Seeing that the man's breath was no longer weak, Situ Xue relieved himself, stood up with a thermos bucket, and left the place.

Not long after, Situ Xue found Tang Yan and Zhang Xiaofu and returned to Chongxueyuan with the two.

Because Tang Yan was injured, Zhang Xiaofu could only pick up Zhang Ying, and the three of them began to go to the school infirmary.

On the way, Tang Yan saw Situ Xuemo's eyebrows frowning, as if he was thinking about something, so he asked, "What are you thinking?"

Situ Xue lowered her head and replied, "I always feel like I've forgotten something. ”

"Forgot what?"

Situ Xue nodded.

At this time, in the school infirmary in front of the three of them, four medical staff in white coats hurriedly ran inside carrying two stretchers, and said something like "miserable, really miserable, it's just evil."

Zhang Xiaofu looked at the two stretchers and said with a smile: "Hey, even the doctor said that it was miserable, and it must be hopeless." ”

Zhang Xiaofu wanted to make a joke, but saw Tang Yan and Situ Xue looking at the infirmary in a daze, looking at the stretcher that had been carried in, Zhang Xiaofu also looked over.

I saw one of the stretchers shaking due to walking, one hand fell up and down from the stretcher, dangling in the air, and this arm was inlaid with a crossbow, the key is that this crossbow still looks familiar.

Well?

Forehead!

Shadowhunter shoots a crossbow?!

Is Liu Xiao on the stretcher?

On that stretcher is ...... Hao?!

"Hehe!" Zhang Xiaofu was embarrassed, "It's really difficult, hehehehe......"