Zhang Xingxing saw that he was calm and silent, and he immediately had a plan in his heart.

At the same time, I couldn't help but have a trace of doubt, what is the identity of calmness?

You must know that Zhang Xingxing unified the entire Flying Feather Realm, but he didn't even see a single artifact.

However, Zhang Xingxing didn't dwell too much on this matter.

Because, now his body is not inferior to the top artifact.

In addition, if the right materials are found, refining an artifact is not impossible.

After a short rest, the two continued their journey deeper into the forest.

didn't go long before Zhang Xingxing raised his eyebrows slightly, and his face was extremely ugly.

......

Deep in the woods.

The silver armor on the three dragon warriors became tattered and dyed with a scarlet color.

The three warriors were constantly panting, and their backs, legs, arms, faces, and other body parts were all showing hideous and terrible wounds.

The three warriors staggered, as if they were about to fall to the ground at any moment, and they were very miserable.

At this time, five warriors with a strong aura surging around them, including one tall and one short, appeared around the three warriors and faintly surrounded them in the middle.

"Jiji, they all said that you should not run away, because it is all in vain!"

"Yes, so you don't have to suffer so much. ”

"How do you want to die?"

"If, tell us where Zhang Xingxing is...... Perhaps, you can die a little easier!"

"Boom!"

The five of them laughed wantonly, full of playful and sadistic colors.

In their eyes, the three warriors are the three little mice, and they are the cats.

Playing with them in the palm of your hand gives you a different kind of pleasure.

The faces of the three soldiers were full of grief and indignation, and they muttered in a low voice: "Li Sanshou, Li Li, Wang Chengzhi, Ma Ye......!

"Your Majesty, if there is an afterlife, I hope to continue to be your subordinate!"

The five of them listened to the words of the three warriors and laughed even more unscrupulously.

"Hahaha! What kind of bullshit emperor are you still thinking about?"

"Don't worry, you will be like the four warriors before, your soul will be destroyed, and there will be no afterlife!"

Just as the five of them were laughing wildly, a cold voice suddenly sounded in the distance.

"Really?"

"Step!"

"Step!"

"Step!"

Zhang Xingxing walked out of the deep forest slowly with dull steps.

calmly followed behind her slowly and did not speak, because she could easily feel how angry Zhang Xingxing was at this time.

"Your Majesty!"

The three fighters shouted in disbelief and excitement.

Drops of hot tears gushed out from the eyes of the three warriors.

Who said that men don't flick when they have tears?

It's just not to the sad place!

During this time, they were hunted down by the five people of the 41st World, so that the original seven warriors are now only three of them.

Every warrior regards the other as a brother.

They watched four other fighters, die in front of them.

They are full of resentment towards their enemies.

Yet they could do nothing.

Even, in order not to waste the sacrifice of the four warriors, they had to turn their grief into strength and keep running.

They know that they are not just fleeing for themselves, they are not just living for themselves.

What's more, I'm still running for the four dead warriors, living for them!

Now, the emperor has come, and the sorrow in their hearts is gushing out like a collapsed embankment.

The three warriors knelt on the ground in unison and shouted, "Meet the emperor, long live my emperor, long live, long live!"

"Oh, you're the emperor, you're Zhang Xingxing?"

The eyes of the five people of the forty-first world lit up slightly, as if they had seen a treasure.

Zhang Xingxing ignored the five people, his body flickered, and the whole person suddenly disappeared in place.

In the next moment, he came to the three soldiers and personally helped them up, "Zhongqing has worked hard. ”

At the same time, with a slight movement of his mind, he took out three pills filled with a strong medicinal fragrance and let them take them.

"I didn't expect it to have a good speed!" said the short man, in a slightly surprised voice.

The other four people understood and blocked the surrounding space to prevent Zhang Xingxing from using his speed to escape again.

After doing this, the tall man said: "A hairy boy can also be an emperor, the Flying Rain Realm is really the last world." ”

"It's just that the elixir of the Flying Rain realm is not bad!"

The tall man obviously saw the three pills that Zhang Xingxing had taken out, and a look of greed flashed in his eyes.

"Tell me a few of you, how will it be distributed later?" the tall man said to the other four.

"I want the star's head, and the rest, nothing. The short man said.

"Zhang Xingxing's head, but it is a promise from the Lord of the Realm, I want it...... A few of us, I'm afraid it's not so easy to agree!" said a man in a black robe next to him.

"Not bad!"

The short man thought for a moment and said, "Two emperor weapons for one person!"

"Three!"

"Don't be too greedy!" said the short man, in a deep voice.

"If you don't want to, I can give each of you three imperial weapons!" said the black-robed man, faintly.

"You!" the short man's face changed slightly, and finally, "Okay!

In this way, in their bargaining, Zhang Xingxing's head already belonged to the short man.

And they didn't care at all whether they could kill Zhang Xingxing.

Because, in their opinion, killing Zhang Xingxing is just as simple as killing a chicken.

At this time, Zhang Xingxing saw that the wounds of the three soldiers had gradually recovered, and they were completely out of danger.

So, with a cold gaze, he swept towards the short man and the other five people.

"Are you done?"

"Then let's die!"

As Zhang Xingxing spoke, he jumped out and instantly appeared in front of the short man.

Before the short man could react, Zhang Xingxing suddenly threw a punch at him.

"Wow!"

Ten thousand black rays gushed out from Zhang Xingxing's fist.

These black rays were like countless steel knives, constantly cutting through the body of the short man.

The flesh and skin, like the skin of an apple, kept falling to the ground, revealing pieces of white bones.

Blood, like a spring, gushes out.

A thousand cuts, nothing more!

Creepy and terrifying.

The pain was so intense that it struck the short man's heart, and he screamed in pain, rolling on the ground, life worse than death.

The strength is monstrous, in the forty-first world, a short man with a good status, in the face of Zhang Xingxing, he has no power to fight back at all, and let him be slaughtered. Simply, terrible!

(End of chapter)