The next moment.

Zhou Zheng's eyes were almost sunken because he had now neglected one thing.

"Grass ......"

Zhou Zheng couldn't help but scold, the ironclad bull at this moment was not bypassing the Hongding Company and the Yaohe Gang at all, but a U-turn, flying with four hooves, and rushing towards their position with a bang.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

Heavy iron hooves smashed into the dirt, blasting out mud puddles, and the whole ground shook as the dirt splashed.

Zhou Zheng completely forgot about it, and he hadn't mastered the skills of controlling the ironclad bull at all.

For example, let the ironclad ox go east and west.

When he came, Zhou Zheng jumped down immediately after the ironclad bull went astray, and corrected the direction of the ironclad bull by driving it. The reason why he came with the ironclad ox was to cultivate some tacit understanding, anyway, in this red area, the land is big, and the ironclad ox is allowed to relax.

But...... Who would have thought that two groups of boring scholars would play some bloody games here.

"Damn, turn left, turn left!"

Zhou Zheng shouted, constantly slapping the scales of the ironclad bull, but unfortunately, the ironclad bull didn't pay attention to it at all, just rumbling and stomping.

The speed of the ironclad bull made Song Heng and Zhong Yijun frightened, but in the blink of an eye, the roaring ironclad bull had already rushed in front of them. Subconsciously, both of them dodged at the same time, followed by the other warriors, angry and frightened, and dodged one by one.

"Boom!"

The ironclad ox stepped down, flying with mud.

"Stop him." Song Heng roared angrily, because in his eyeholes, the two warriors of the Yaohe Gang were thrown away by the ironclad bull, and they were already vomiting blood in the air. The power of the Iron Armored Bull is definitely not a joke, and it is difficult for a martial artist of the eighth stage to carry it.

Song Heng under anger, but it doesn't matter if you are Zhou Zheng or not.

It's Zhong Yijun, and he is not angry, not only the entry of the Yaohe Gang, but also his own Hongding Company, there is also a warrior who was hit head-on by the ironclad bull and flew directly into the air, it is certain that even if he does not die, he will be seriously injured.

Needless to say than Zhong Yijun, several warriors were already sweeping their weapons towards Zhou Zheng on the back of the ox.

This time, Zhou Zheng was absolutely crying without tears.

"Damn, you, you really hurt me this time." The rushing weapon made Zhou Zheng jump up violently, and after dodging, before he fell, several long weapons swept over, so that Zhou Zheng, who was in the air, had no way to dodge.

"Bang!"

In the dull sound, Zhou Zheng was swept in the chest, and this force pushed Zhou Zheng.

"Damn!"

The pain in his chest made Zhou Zheng almost faint, and with this force, Zhou Zheng turned over and fell. However, it staggered with the Iron Bull and fell into the center of the two teams. Looking down, the clothes on his chest were shredded, but fortunately there was soft lizard armor, otherwise it would be difficult for Zhou Zheng not to die.

Zhou Zheng was also angry and shouted: "Who did it?" ”

The hand slid over his thigh, and two daggers appeared in Zhou Zheng's hand, and his two eyes scanned in the group.

At this time, Zhou Zheng, the momentum exuded, the coldness of the thief, where his eyes swept over, every warrior felt the coldness of his neck, as if the opponent's dagger had been put on his neck.

Many warriors were shocked: "How is this possible? ”

The sixth-stage martial artists, in front of them, were originally weak, but in terms of momentum, the other party suppressed them.

The ironclad bull seemed to notice that Zhou Zheng was not on his back, braked suddenly, suddenly adjusted the bull's head again, and reflexively ran back towards Zhou Zheng's position.

Zhou Zheng was almost so angry that he vomited blood, and it was not easy for him to control this face, and this broken cow came back again...... No, it's a bull gun, doesn't this push the whole scene to the point of getting out of control?

"Boom!"

Once again, the Ironclad Ox burst towards the group of warriors.

Zhou Zheng closed his eyes in pain, but he opened them suddenly, locked on one of the martial artists, and the "blitzkrieg" was activated, appearing in front of the other party in an instant, and when the other party was about to react in panic, Zhou Zheng was already a "stunned" knock over, directly causing the other party to faint on the ground.

Before the martial artist next to him could react, a "jumping attack" directly forced Zhou Zheng to appear on top of the head of a martial artist a few meters away.

"Stop him."

Song Heng and Zhong Yijun shouted in unison.

The other warriors reacted one after another, and one by one they carried their weapons and walked towards Zhou Zhenghe.

Nearly two hundred entered, such a huge encirclement, coupled with their strength, is a mosquito, if you want to fly out, you have to agree to it.

Zhou Zheng also smiled bitterly, "Grandma's, didn't they just sacrifice their lives to ask each other to die?" Why did you become the same enemy in an instant? "It's just that he can't think about it too much, if he wants to break through, if he doesn't show some real skills, he really can't do it.

"Chasing the wind!"

100% speed increase, extremely domineering.

Zhou Zheng's speed was originally perverted, but now it has doubled, and every time he takes a step, he drags out an afterimage.

In the face of the weapons that were cut one after another, the edge was swallowing, but Zhou Zheng couldn't equip the lizard suit at this moment, otherwise he would really become a monster if he presented it in a mysterious way. Of course, if there is really a threat to his life, Zhou Zheng will not mind equipping the lizard suit.

But...... They want to threaten their lives, and they have to take a little more power.

"Phew!"

With a roar, Zhou Zheng suddenly circled, bypassing in front of a martial artist like the wind, leaving only an afterimage for the other party.

Zhou Zheng crashed into the front of the two warriors headlong, they swung their knives and slashed over, thinking that they were about to succeed, only to find that what they had slashed was only an afterimage, and the real body had already escaped several meters away. This kind of speed made them stunned and couldn't believe it.

Countless weapons beckoned to Zhou Zheng's body, Zhou Zheng concentrated his spirit to the extreme, and the intermediate macro dodge made Zhou Zheng sway in the weapon forest, and his figure was blurred.

The skill effect of "Chasing the Wind" is only 5 seconds, and in Zhou Zheng's opinion, 5 seconds is enough for him to use.

A spear swung over, glowing green.

Zhou Zheng's mysterious steps stepped out suddenly, and with the reverberation of this spear, he had already moved sideways by more than a meter, successfully avoiding several war knives swept from the side. In front of him, it was Song Heng, the master of the Yaohe Gang at the peak of the eighth stage.

Without a trace of hesitation, Zhou Zheng had already hit his head.

"Look for death!"

Song Heng didn't care what Zhou Zheng's identity was at this moment, the sword was picked up, and he was slashed down.

Zhou Zheng's body was blurred, the knife had been cut, and even Song Heng didn't know if he had hit the other party, he only felt a gust of wind passing in front of him, and then the protection of his neck was cut by a dagger, extremely fast, and Jing Ran was cut open, and a cold feeling made Song Heng's cold hair explode.

"If you don't have neck armor......"

Song Heng was almost certain that he would have at least one scar on his neck.

Crushed past Song Heng, Zhou Zheng ran a few steps, as fast as the wind.

I looked at the time left to chase the wind, and there were still 2 seconds.

Without hesitation, Zhou Zheng faced several martial artists, and under the macro dodge, he squeezed through their gaps, and appeared in front of Zhong Yijun in a step.

The battle stick that tore through the air and came sideways, Zhou Zheng directly slid forward, as if he had fallen, but he had already dodged. When Zhong Yijun had not withdrawn the battle stick, Zhou Zheng had already pressed his hand, and he had already propped it up, kicked the ground with his toes, and ejected several meters away.

A dagger.

"Boom!"

His arm was numb, but Zhou Zheng couldn't take care of it so much, so he went around and shook off the two martial artists.

"One second!"

Zhou Zheng, who dragged out an afterimage, faced a sharp sword and gave the other party a dagger casually, not to kill or injure the other party, but to warn. Bi Jing has armor, and the dagger can't break through their armor without star power infusion.

"Bang!"

The warrior was startled, and flashed the dagger, which he almost thought was going to cut into his neck.

The eyes were suddenly empty, and there was no longer a warrior to stop him.

"Damn, it's finally rushing out."

I know how big the test for Zhou Zheng was in less than ten seconds, and the strongest burst of that potential made Zhou Zheng's brain completely blank, completely relying on the instinctive reaction of the body to drive the body to make a macro dodge.

At this time, the ironclad bull happened to rush in front of Zhou Zheng.

One turned over, and Zhou Zheng rode on the back of the ironclad bull again, and scolded: "Dead cow, flashed in." ”

Fortunately, this time the ironclad bull finally came to a tacit understanding with Zhou Zheng, the bull's head was adjusted, and the four hooves were flying, directly throwing off the warriors who were chasing behind, leaving the dust after galloping to them.

...... "Boom! ”

"Boom!"

Looking at the ironclad bull that was gradually moving away, nearly two hundred warriors were stunned, with a look on their faces, and the rivers and seas in their hearts, no matter what the words, it was difficult to describe their current mood.

Nearly two hundred martial artists of the seventh and eighth ranks, and even a sixth-stage martial artist did not stop them.

Especially Song Heng and Zhong Yijun, the turbulent waves in their hearts made them unable to calm down.

"This ...... This is possible. ”

If Song Heng had dared to say that he could break through the siege of nearly two hundred warriors and kill Song Heng, he would not have believed it. But now that he believed it, the flashing dagger and the pierced armor made Song Heng believe that if this Zhou Zheng really wanted to kill him, he only needed a few more daggers, and he would have no way to survive at all.

It's Zhong Yijun, and he also seems to be enchanted.

Zhou Zheng's strength is completely beyond the scope of his cognition, that kind of mysterious and unbelievable step, because of the shaking and blurred figure, this kind of body method, the martial artist of the eighth stage may not be able to use it, like Zhu Zhenghua nine paragraphs, there is no way to compare with it.

"Evil o!"

As if they had a heart, Song Heng and Zhong Yijun glanced at each other, both smiling bitterly.