"Lao Zhang, I'll leave the rest to you."

Gao Wanquan's face was flat, even disdainful, he shook his battle knife, and pounced on another elite poisonous corpse.

"Haha, don't worry."

Zhang Zhi smiled, Gao Wanquan's action just now made him exclaim, "This old Gao, if he really makes rapid progress, just two swords, the speed of an elite poisonous corpse has been abolished." "The elite poisonous corpse that has lost its speed, in Zhang Zhi's eyes, is just a prey to be slaughtered by himself.

Licking his lips, Zhang Zhi took a deep breath, and after spitting it out, the person had already run out.

The elite poisonous corpse, who was half-kneeling, suddenly got up, and faced Zhang Zhi, who pounced on him, and hugged him with his arms folded.

As long as he is embraced, with the power of the elite poisonous corpse, the eighth-stage martial artist will also have his bones shattered, and he will be squeezed by the elite poisonous corpse and die of the bones in his chest.

It can be said that this move is the most murderous and terrifying move of the poisonous corpse.

But......

Zhang Zhi was disdainful, and even stood directly not far from the elite poisonous corpse, and no one dodged.

Suddenly, this elite poisonous corpse that pounced on it stumbled and fell directly to the ground. The thigh, which had just been cut open by Gao Wanquan, made it lose its balance. This qiē, Zhang Zhi's expectation and mastery, he hehe sneered, and the battle knife was sneered

The tip of the knife slashed across its neck, tearing open a gap, and jet-black liquid erupted.

It's just that Zhang Zhi knows that an injury like this will not make the elite poisonous corpse fatal.

At least five knives can take out this elite poisonous corpse and cut its neck. The muscles of the poisonous corpse were as steely as steel, and full of toughness.

"The first cut."

Zhang Zhi counted silently in his heart, and before this elite poisonous corpse could stand up, the second knife arrived again.

"Poof!"

The scars are expanding.

……

At the foot of the wall, Zhou Zheng stared at Zhang Zhi and Gao Wanquan, his eyes half-squinted.

"These two people are very strong, their skills are by no means comparable to other martial artists, they really deserve to be specially trained killers, their grasp of timing, and their accuracy are all first-class strong. Normally, it is not a problem for me to face one, but the two of them ......"

Zhou Zheng looked up, and six elite poisonous corpses surrounded them.

However, they don't have the habit of fighting, and always quickly break out of the encirclement when the elite poisonous corpses are about to be surrounded, and then go around behind the elite poisonous corpses to attack.

The first elite poisonous corpse that was attacked by them finally fell to the ground with a "bang" a few minutes later. Its neck was cut off from the major arteries, and it lost contact with its body, directly pronouncing its fate.

In a moment, Zhang Zhi was entangled with the second elite poisonous corpse.

"If it goes on like this, in half an hour, they can get rid of these six elite poisonous corpses."

Zhou Zheng calculated, and decisively left the foot of the wall.

He decided to act.

In fact, from the beginning, it was an opportunity, but Zhou Zheng was still more cautious. In this city, who would have thought that there would be warriors who would attack them? And the stealth of thieves, for this world, belongs to the Arabian Nights, how can people be invisible?

Empathy, even Zhou Zheng would not think that there is such an absurd existence.

But in fact?

Under sneaking, Zhou Zheng began to touch, and the first person he had to deal with was none other than Zhang Zhi.

Gao Wanquan needs to cut the thighs of elite poisonous corpses, and his mobility is very high. In comparison, Zhang Zhi is much more insured.

The second elite poisonous corpse, Zhang Zhi had already cut a hole in the back of its neck, and after retracting the knife, the elite poisonous corpse turned around, but the next moment, Zhang Zhi went around its back again, and the war knife was swung out again, deepening the wound on the back of the neck again.

Gao Wanquan's direction, Gao Wanquan's third elite poisonous corpse has been successful.

"It seems that I also have to speed up, and I can't lag too far behind." Zhang Zhi made up his mind and accelerated suddenly.

Zhou Zheng appeared not far from Zhang Zhi, began to calculate the route of Zhang Zhi's run around the elite poisonous corpse, and then took a few steps forward. In his hand, Qingfeng and the peerless blade appeared at the same time, and was quietly held by Zhou Zheng, he stared at Zhang Zhi who was running around, and he was getting closer and closer to himself.

The streets, except for the elite poisonous corpses, are empty.

In this case, Zhang Zhi was defenseless, just took a few steps, and already appeared in front of Zhou Zheng.

"It's now."

The two daggers suddenly turned green, and the thief's "quenching poison" appeared.

It didn't take even half a second, the thief's dagger was already wielding a piece of death light, and under all its strength, the flickering light was so full that the blue light emitted made the dagger even overshadow the emerald green toxin on it. Heavyly, Zhou Zheng blasted out the "deboning".

Zhang Zhi, who was coming on, how could he expect such a change?

At this time, his spirit was concentrating on the elite poisonous corpse next to him, and the light that suddenly appeared, his first reaction was not to dodge, but to be stunned.

This is an instinctive reaction of people, even if he is a killer and an eight-stage martial artist.

Out of thin air, the person who appeared appeared into Zhang Zhi's eyes, which filled him with a look of surprise, although he couldn't believe it. How could a person who was already certain to die stand in front of himself and appear in such a mysterious way?

"Ghosts?"

The thought flashed, and then there was a sharp pain in Zhang Zhi's neck.

Zhou Zheng's dagger accurately bypassed the armor and slashed through the gap in the armor, bringing up a bead of blood.

The effect of quenching poison appeared, which directly turned Zhang Zhi into a little green man.

"Stiffness didn't show up."

The probability of 20 is not big, but it is not small. When lucky, a series of blows all inspired the stiffness; When you're unlucky, you may have ten attacks, but you may not have one stiffness.

The sharp pain in his neck woke up Zhang Zhi, and for the first time, he shouted: "Look for death." The war knife in his hand swept towards Zhou Zheng.

Gao Wanquan, who heard Zhang Zhi's roar in the distance, didn't care, he also thought that Zhang Zhi was targeting the elite poisonous corpse.

Zhou Zheng's eyes narrowed, and the person had already gone around Zhang Zhi's back.

"Backstab!"

The dagger struck out and hit the armor that Zhang Zhi was wearing. The edge swallowed, but it did not penetrate the armor, and was directly bounced away. However, the additional damage of the backstab still made Zhang Zhi let out a muffled sound, and the person staggered forward a few steps, and turned around sharply.

neck.

Blood continued to spurt out, although this blow did not completely cut the neck, but such a big opening still made Zhang Zhi shocked. In particular, the wounds became numb, and the skin of his hands and feet mysteriously turned green.

Especially the blow just now, obviously it didn't penetrate his own armor, but why did it hurt, as if he had been stabbed by someone.

"Old Gao, enemy attack."

Zhang Zhi roared angrily, and the blood gushing out of his neck stained his chest into a bloody color, and even fell to his big feet, dripping onto the street drop by drop. The severe pain made his face hideous, even distorted.

Gao Wanquan, not far away, was stunned.

Zhou Zheng knew that now it was a complete fight between hard and hard, and he did not hesitate in the face of Zhang Zhi, who retreated violently.

"Blitzkrieg!"

mysteriously appeared directly in front of Zhang Zhi, aimed at his neck, and directly waved the dagger to slash through. The speed was completely unexpected, so that Zhang Zhi just remembered to open the dagger with his hand. But how did Zhou Zheng let him get his wish, the dagger like a spirit snake bypassed his war knife and plunged heavily into the wound he had just been injured.

"Poof!"

The dagger sank into a third.

"Ah......h

Zhang Zhi went crazy, the battle knife swept towards Zhou Zheng, a halo appeared all over his body, and all his star power was mobilized. He's going to kill the kid in front of him, he's going to tear the other party apart. The injury on his neck let Zhang Zhi know that his trachea was cut, and if he didn't kill the kid in front of him, stop the bleeding with the fastest way and save himself, he would definitely die.

The indifference and ferocity of being a killer is vividly reflected in this moment.

At this time, Gao Wanquan reacted, and the person ejected, and reflexively came towards Zhou Zheng.

10 meters, the distance is just 10 meters.

"Die!"

The low roar made Zhou Zheng's figure turn into a blurred shadow, and in the high-speed movement, facing Zhang Zhi's war knife, the person rushed in.

"Double Attack!"

Once again, this skill was blasted, and the two consecutive attacks made Zhang Zhi's movements stagnate a little.

This stagnation was enough, Zhou Zheng did not hesitate, the dagger was once again sent to Zhang Zhi's neck, under the passive skill of "precision", the dagger still accurately hit the wound just now, and in the dagger forward, Zhang Zhi's major artery was finally cut off.

The muscle strength of the eight-dan martial artist can be seen in general.

Like a deflated ball, Zhang Zhi's war knife held high couldn't be waved no matter what.

"No, I'm an eighth-rank martial artist, he's only a sixth-rank, how can this be?"

The panic of death made Zhang Zhi tremble, his hands and feet were cold, and he wanted to split the one in front of him in half with a knife, but he couldn't swing the war knife in his hand anyway. The vitality is constantly draining, making his sword vertical, and the person suddenly falls like a puddle of soft mud.

"Lao Zhang ......"

In Gao Wanquan's roar, 10 meters crossed, and the knife in his hand stabbed towards Zhou Zheng.

Zhou Zheng didn't hide, his eyes flashed with a murderous light, he knew that Zhang Zhi's roar just now had alarmed Lin Yijun and the two of them, and he only had more than three minutes. And in three minutes, it is absolutely impossible to kill a martial artist in the late eighth stage.

So...... Zhou Zheng stared at Gao Wanquan deadly, but his eyes swept over the dagger, and the effect of quenching the poison was still there.

……

"Poof!"

Gao Wanquan's war knife pierced through Zhou Zheng's shoulder, but Zhou Zheng's dagger also pierced Gao Wanquan's neck.

"Let me tell you what it means to be cold-blooded and what to call cruel."

Zhou Zheng also became violent in an instant.

The moment the attack was hit, Gao Wanquan turned green, and more importantly, the stiff effect that Zhou Zheng had been waiting for finally appeared.

Gao Wanquan stiffened.