Everyone avoided from afar and watched the two fight with cold weapons, it was everyone, the twelve team members under Zhang Xiaoqiang and the more than 100 people under the man were all standing in the far corner looking at this side, Zhang Xiaoqiang's subordinates couldn't intervene, as for the man's subordinates? Then it is unknown.

The battle between the two was very fierce, and the crowd watching from a distance couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat, they were not like the previous film and television dramas, you split Huashan with one force, and I played wonderfully like a white crane with bright wings, watching lively.

Neither of them used any moves, they kept swinging their weapons and crashing into each other, they were comparing speed, ruthlessness, and strength.

The mysterious man attacked, his speed itself was extremely fast, the long knife in his hand kept pouring towards Zhang Xiaoqiang like flowing water, and Cheng Liang's blade brought out a line of white practice under the imprint of the firelight.

As he slashed like a storm, the silver and white lines were connected into a bright line of white reflective satin, which made everyone's eyes dazzle and dizzy.

As his hands turned more freely, his knife grew faster, and the clash between the long knife and the Jingwei Sword changed from a slight fragment to a continuous syllable like a typewriter.

The man is the main attacker, Zhang Xiaoqiang is the main defense, he knows that his speed is far inferior to the man in front of him, the only thing he is stronger than him is strength, the speed is just barely able to keep up with his knife-wielding knots, the knife of the man's attack is like a rainstorm, Zhang Xiaoqiang is guarding the water splash in, no matter the man Cheng Liang's long knife slashes from any angle, Zhang Xiaoqiang can be crotch in the first time.

With the passage of time, the sky began to shine, the physical strength of the two of them was almost to the limit, the long knife in the man's hand was still as good as before, and the long sword in Zhang Xiaoqiang's hand was like a reef in the river, no matter how high and fast you came, he could block it and separate, but he did not move, as they kept moving their bodies, the two of them were constantly changing angles.

Gradually, the two of them reached the edge of the simple house, and in front of the simple house was a young man who had been stripped of his clothes, and he kept his head down, not knowing whether he was dead or alive.

Zhang Xiaoqiang, the unlucky guy, is the madman Guo Fei, but now he is in a deep situation with the mysterious man, and he has no time to care about Guo Fei's life or death.

Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't know what Guo Fei was playing, he was now facing the man's crazy chopping, the two of them unconsciously moved to the edge of the log, behind the man was Guo Fei who was bound, Guo Fei raised his head sharply and looked at Zhang Xiaoqiang, and then he moved his eyes to the fire that was burning.

Zhang Xiaoqiang was slightly stunned by Guo Fei's gesture, but the man seized the opportunity to turn the handle of the knife and slashed at Zhang Xiaoqiang with a big oblique split, and when he saw the blade of the knife, Zhang Xiaoqiang subconsciously used a long sword to slash the knife to his side.

"When ......" The sound of the sword body slashing at the edge of the knife came, and Zhang Xiaoqiang was shocked, the voice was wrong.

Today, Zhang Xiaoqiang's Jingwei sword kept slashing at the edge of the man's long knife, and the metallic sound of the intersection of the two had long been imprinted in Zhang Xiaoqiang's heart, but this sound was completely different from before, Zhang Xiaoqiang subconsciously took a half step back and glanced at it from the corner of his eye.

"Broken ......"

Zhang Xiaoqiang saw that the long knife that fell to his side was facing the back of the knife, and the lower blade was facing upward, and the man completed two actions in one posture.

This kind of knife posture is very similar to the knife team knife method of the big knife team that killed the devil before, but this man is used in reverse, those big knife teams are all knife back up, up and down the knife, and the man is the knife back down first down and then up the knife.

said that it was too late, and the man's upper knife had already overtaken Zhang Xiaoqiang's abdomen and slammed it up.

In the eyes of everyone, Zhang Xiaoqiang was slashed diagonally on the lower abdomen by a man's knife, this knife was full of strength, and Zhang Xiaoqiang was directly slashed by the man.

All the team members raised their Bayi rifles at the same time and aimed at the man and prepared to fire, but the gunshot did not sound in the end, the man was about to rush forward and give Zhang Xiaoqiang a knife, Zhang Xiaoqiang, who was lying on the ground, sat up violently, and the Jingwei sword in his hand came out of his hand and rolled in the air and threw it at the man.

The man is very confident in the sharpness of his long knife, in his opinion, Zhang Xiaoqiang, who was stabbed by himself, would be cut by the blade even if he was wearing body armor, but he didn't expect Zhang Xiaoqiang to sit up and have the strength to fight back, looking at the flying long sword, he lowered his body to let the long sword go, and when he stood up straight, Zhang Xiaoqiang also got up from the ground.

The long sword in Zhang Xiaoqiang's hand has been thrown out by him, and now he is holding the silver desert eagle in his hand, the large-aperture muzzle is aimed directly at the man, the man looks at the desert eagle in Zhang Xiaoqiang's hand but is no longer cautious, and the smile and ridicule that disappeared from the corner of his mouth returned to his mouth.

In his opinion, Zhang Xiaoqiang with a gun is far less threatening than Zhang Xiaoqiang with a sword, in addition to the ability to double the speed, he also has an ability that no one knows, danger prediction, he can always feel where the danger comes from, the prediction time is not long, only a few seconds, but it is these short seconds and with his extraordinary speed, he is immortal, is the capital of his life.

Since he got this ability, he has never lost a single hair, even if Zhang Xiaoqiang and his people shoot with a dozen rifles, he can avoid it, so he has no fear of the large-caliber pistol in Zhang Xiaoqiang's hand, because he only needs to pay attention to Zhang Xiaoqiang's pistol.

And Zhang Xiaoqiang, who was holding a long sword, had never broken the feeling of danger when he was fighting with him, and that danger was a kind of implicit danger, like a thousand pounds of boulder hanging overhead, you don't know when the boulder will fall.

He didn't like this feeling very much, he wanted to control everything in his hands, and since he got the power, he thought that he was a god, and all people and zombies should be surrendered at his feet.

The constant danger emanating from Zhang Xiaoqiang's body made him uneasy, and when Zhang Xiaoqiang raised the pistol, all the uneasiness disappeared, and the feeling of manipulating the danger returned, and this familiar feeling made him intoxicated.

"Bumper ......"

The flame of the gun, which was brighter than the bonfire, ignited in Zhang Xiaoqiang's hand, and with the beating of the gun, a particle bullet flew towards the man, who slowly retreated, changing various postures while moving, and the seventh gunshot rang out, dodging the last bullet.

The man was just about to charge, when a silver pistol that glittered under the light of the flames smashed at him, the man thought it was funny, he thought that Zhang Xiaoqiang was already exhausted, and the flying pistol didn't even bother to block with a long knife.

He flashed his pistol to continue the interrupted charge, when three glowing triangular flags flew up and nailed him to his cheek and chest.

"Jingle ......"

The two triangular spurs were flying by the long knife, and the upper body leaned back sharply to avoid the triangular spur that shot at the face, and before he could get up, he jumped backwards with his body with the strength of his feet again.

Not long after his body took off, three triangular thorns crossed the position he had just stood on, and he was still in the air and he was just about to twist his waist to let himself land, when suddenly a sense of crisis appeared in his heart again.