"Zhang Ze, meet again. It's a pity ......"

Looking at Minqing Zhang Ze, who was facing him, Shen Xiaodong's mood was quite complicated.

Last time, because of his carelessness, not only were the troops he brought out annihilated, but his henchmen died tragically, and even, if it wasn't for his bad luck, he was lucky enough to meet Chen Wumiao who was retreating from Yongcheng during the retreat.

Almost a little bit, his life may really be lost in that so-called strategic town.

However, for Zhang Ze, Shen Xiaodong's mood and psychology are completely different from those for Zhou Yi, and for him, Shen Xiaodong can't help but have no trace of hatred in his heart.

On the contrary, there seemed to be more admiration in Shen Xiaodong's heart.

If you don't stand in terms of position, this Zhang Ze is definitely a super talent.

On the other side, Zhang Ze looked at Shen Xiaodong, and his mood was also quite complicated.

In the last operation, he dared to guarantee that he used 100% of his heart to not only win over Zhou Yi beside Shen Xiaodong, but also calculate the strategic grain depot, all aspects of the Minqing military forces, and even the power of zombies.

It can be said that it is almost a last resort, but under such a design, the man in front of him, he actually escaped. Moreover, he quickly returned to Qi Cheng and integrated his forces and killed the rebellious Zhou Yi in one fell swoop.

Qi Cheng's strength was not only not weakened at all, but it was even more powerful and huge than before he attacked the strategic grain depot again.

This time, if it weren't for the exact news that Shen Xiaodong and they were enemies of a super power, he would never dare to appear single-handedly to assassinate Shen Xiaodong, even if Jing Jing was the same as now.

Looking at Jun Saburo Shihiko who fell to the ground, Zhang Ze's eyes widened. To be honest, he couldn't believe that in such a short period of time, Shen Xiaodong's strength would speed up like this.

However, the corpse of Junzaburo Ishihiko lying on the ground, and the long knife broken in his hand had to make him not believe the reality of this warehouse.

He saw the scene just now, he saw it very clearly.

Shen Xiaodong suddenly appeared in front of Shi Yan Junzaburo like a ghost, and then Nameless stabbed so lightly.

"A stab, a stab that looks so simple, Jun Saburo Shihiko, a sixth-order evolutionary, fell without any resistance, and even he didn't have the strength to fight back."

The impact was so big that Zhang Ze was almost exposed because of his overreaction. Although Zhang Ze had disdain for Shi Yanjun Saburo in his heart, he also knew that with his own strength, if he wanted to kill him, he would have to spend more than ten minutes with his hands. Even if you use a killing move, you have to be above ten moves to be able to win it.

Little Japanese Nakaya, he fought against each other. He knew very well what the abilities of these killers trained from the shadows were.

But now, Shen Xiaodong's performance is to forget his cognition.

Shi Yan Junzaburo was like a doll being pulled in his hands, not only did he not resist at all, but even, at the last moment, he seemed to take the initiative to put his body in the nameless hands of Shen Xiaodong.

Let it stab through the heart.

What the hell is this ability? and the shadow just now, the armor that suddenly appeared on Shen Xiaodong's body, all these unknowns are constantly stimulating Zhang Ze's seemingly strong resistance in his heart.

A cold breath emanated from his heart and spread all over his body, and a cold feeling made Zhang Ze feel very bad.

Again, a fluke wells up in the bottom of my heart.

If it is himself who makes a move, under unknown circumstances, what will happen to him, can he beat this demonic existence in front of him?

According to Shen Xiaodong's strength before, this answer.

Zhang Ze was very reluctant to believe it, but he ......

The answer is, no!

"Well, I haven't seen you for a long time, and I've become handsome again......"

For a long time, Zhang Ze replied to Shen Xiaodong in a daze, and thundered Shen Xiaodong half to death.

Shen Xiaodong took a few steps forward and said lightly: "Indeed, I haven't seen you for a long time." ”

"I just don't know if Brother Zhang Ze, I haven't seen him for so long, and I miss my little brother! For you, my heart is really, not seeing each other for a day is like three autumns! I had expected you Minqing to send people to ambush me. But I didn't expect that it would be you, the No. 2 leader of Minqing, who would personally attack me, Zhang Ze, this world is really small! The last time you designed me, I don't know if your design was successful this time! ”

"For what you gave me, I have never forgotten, I have formed the life of a 200-degree soldier in the strategic grain depot, but I am waiting for you to accompany the funeral......"

"Shen Xiaodong, we are both acquaintances. If you don't want my life by saying these clichés, you can ask me about the knife in my hand. ”

Vigilance, so that Zhang Ze did not make a sound, he silently took out a long knife from the system watch in his hand.

This is a Japanese samurai-warrior-sword.

The irregular pattern on the long knife suggests that this is not only a Japanese samurai-shisa, but also a quaint samurai-shisaber full of history.

For that kind of pattern, Shen Xiaodong before the end of the world had a certain amount of research, this is a break that can only be left by the ancient art of forging, and the alloy war knife pressed out with modern high technology does not have this pattern.

Looking at the quaint Japanese samurai-samurai sword in Zhang Ze's hand, Shen Xiaodong inexplicably felt a threat.

"Demon Sword Muramasa!"

A knife name flashed in the depths of Shen Xiaodong's mind, and for him, who loves cold weapons, the appearance of this knife is not unfamiliar. Rendered by Japanese anime and games, this knife is far more famous on the Internet than in reality.

The name Muramasa does not refer to a sword, but to a type of sword, which represents the superb art of knife casting in Japan in the 15th and 16th centuries, but it is very easy to imitate a Muramasa with modern technology!

However, the knife in Zhang Ze's hand is different, not only referring to the quaint atmosphere and sharpness on its body, but also the incredible face of this Muramasa's knife.

The moment he saw him just now, the Nameless Spear Spirit sent a soul message to him that he must be careful with this magic knife.

Under the scanning of weaknesses and the attention of spiritual power, Shen Xiaodong faintly saw a hideous long snake formed by a rich dark red blood mist entangled around the handle knife body, the head of the snake was swallowed on the tip of the knife, and most of its body and tail were deeply pierced in the right hand of the sneak attacker with the knife, this was not a knife, but a fierce beast with spirituality.

This is a magic knife, the same weird magic knife as Liu Shizhen of the Sun Sect before.

"Why, do you think you can deal with me with that broken knife in your hand? Why, don't you think that if I haven't seen this weapon, I will suck blood and devour souls? The spear in my hand will work as well. By the way, I forgot to tell you that before I met you, I killed a cultist who was holding a knife similar to you! But what makes me a little disappointed is that after such a long time, how can our Zhang Dashao still be just a seventh-order evolutionary martial artist! Why, do you think I'll still fall into your routine like last time, and be designed by you? Take your life and ask for your knife? ”

"Hehe, then try whether it's your knife or my gun."

Shen Xiaodong still smiled lightly, for this man, Shen Xiaodong had secretly put the death penalty in his heart. However, it is also a good option to let him be a little more frightened before he dies.

"yes, then find me first!"

Zhang Ze, who knew that Shen Xiaodong was not easy to deal with, did not have the heart to fight hard, let alone now. As soon as the samurai sword rolled, a large leaf in the jungle swirled and flew up.

Zhang Ze disappeared abruptly.

Shen Xiaodong doesn't hide from himself, he can! As long as he drags on for another ten or twenty minutes, Qi Cheng will definitely fall into his own hands.

Even if Shen Xiaodong goes back, it won't work.

Therefore, what Zhang Ze has to do now is: drag Shen Xiaodong.

But before he could appear, Shen Xiaodong let out a strange smile, then turned around, walked into a bush of plants, and then disappeared.

Mysterious, the woods are silent.

Zhang Ze didn't dare to move, quietly feeling the death-like silence of the woods.

"Could it be that this Shen Xiaodong has left?"

Raising this question, Zhang Ze couldn't bear it anymore, and got up from his hiding place, and then a few steps had already rushed out, standing in front of Shi Yanjunzaburo's dead corpse, the blood in his throat had already dried up, and the slightly dried blood stained a large piece of withered leaves.

If he could, Zhang Ze didn't want to chase him out. But he took over the task of intercepting Shen Xiaodong and his party for 2 hours from Liu Shaoting, so that he couldn't leave like this.

As Liu Shaoting's nephew, Zhang Ze knows the best about the guidelines for organizing to deal with those who disobey discipline.

Liu Shaoting is just a chess piece for the organization to launch the front desk. If he disobeys the military order, he is afraid that not only will he die, but he will also be afraid of Liu Shaoting and his parents......

Staring at the corpse of Jun Saburo Shihiko, the expression on Zhang Ze's face became more and more indifferent, and his eyes were extremely cold.

Here, too, there was silence, and there was no sound except the wind.

However, the sensitivity of the seventh-stage martial artist gave Zhang Ze a hunch. This Shen Xiaodong didn't leave, he was right here, staring at himself in a corner. Like a wild beast, or a cold poisonous snake, it hides in the shadows, ready to strike a fatal blow at itself.

Zhang Ze felt that this feeling was ridiculous, his seventh-order evolutionary was Liu Shaoting's own nephew, but in order to block the enemy for two hours, he even had to pay for his own life for it.

That's really ......

10 minutes passed...... Half an hour passed, and the jungle was calm.

Shen Xiaodong seemed to have left. Finally, Zhang Ze couldn't help it, if the rest of them left like this, then his task would really be in vain, and he would only be afraid of ......

"Shen Xiaodong, I know you're nearby, you come out for me. Come out. ”

But what answered him was the "whoosh" of the wind blowing the leaves. There was no more sound.

Zhang Ze stood quietly, holding his weapon, motionless.

Minutes passed, and there was still no movement.

"He's gone, really out of here? But how could it be, didn't he want revenge? Was he really just acting with himself just now? Zhang Ze was stunned, and then suddenly understood.

"Oh no, I was fooled. Like himself, the most important thing for him now is time, he is bluffing, he hangs himself here, he has already returned to Qicheng with people and saved him! ”

Thinking about this, Zhang Ze was so angry that he vomited blood and let out an angry roar.