I saw the black-clothed man outside the ferry tea house shouting with a machete and rushing into the tea house one after another. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

With the prompt of the supergod system, Zhou Zihao was helpless, endured the sharp pain on his nose, and approached the staircase to see what was going on inside.

Since the mission says that the leaders of the Sharp Sword Sect and the Tianshan Sect are to be killed, then we must first determine who it is.

With a sneaky step, he leaned his back against the wall of the tea house, slowly moved his body, moved to the window, stepped on the wooden collapse, grabbed the window railing, and poked into the window.

Before he showed his head, he heard a violent noise, another yelling, another pushing the table and overturning the chair, and the dishes, chopsticks and teacups shattered.

The swords collided and made a fierce screeching sound, presumably there was a death match inside, Zhou Zihao's heart was pounding, this Nima was such a chaotic scene, how could he intervene in such a battle as an ordinary person?

Besides, he is not the kind of master who can take the heads of enemy generals in modern times.

His head poked out, and he saw dozens of black-clothed men fighting with the blue-clothed monks in green clothes.

Inside, the fighting was not fierce, and the idlers who had been drinking tea fled towards the door.

"Help!"

"Kill!"

The tea house was extremely chaotic, there were all kinds of sounds, and the murderous atmosphere was overwhelming.

The system doesn't prompt that these irrelevant people should also be killed, so don't worry about it for the time being.

Zhou Zihao was afraid of being discovered, so he only dared to show his two eyes and observe the situation inside.

Suddenly, a monk in Tsing Yi was thrown out of the window by a man in black with his bare hands, the monk in Tsing Yi was a member of the Sharp Sword Sect, and the whole person flew over Zhou Zihao's head and touched the tips of his hair.

"Oh my god!"

Zhou Zihao hurriedly retracted the turtle, he was so frightened that his limbs were weak, he softened, and he fell.

Seeing that the sharp sword pie that was thrown out was not injured, he ate a mouthful of ashes, got up again, and was about to rush back to the tea house with his sword, but saw a sneaky man in black by the window.

"Good fellow, there are still people hiding here!" said the monk.

"Big brother, I'm just taking a casual look, I don't know any evil god cult, don't hurt the innocent!" Zhou Zihao pressed against the wall and begged for mercy.

The monk in Tsing Yi spat out the dust, raised his sword and stabbed it, and scolded: "You know everything about the Evil God Sect, and you dare to say that you are not with them!"

"Look at the sword!"

"Big brother, don't!" When the cold light hit, Zhou Zihao was stupid, and his whole person was soft, and he sat on the ground with his ass.

The sword stabbed into the walls of the tea house.

"Good boy, look where you are hiding!" The monk in Tsing Yi hurriedly stepped on the wall with his foot, vigorously pulled out his sword, and slashed towards Zhou Zihao.

If you don't escape, you will really die in the hands of this bullshit, the desire to survive is extremely strong, Zhou Zihao, who is still a virgin, gritted his teeth, crawled to the side, got up and ran away from the range.

Although in modern times, Zhou Zihao's physical fitness has declined due to perennial Internet access, but he still has some running skills, and he used to participate in running competitions in school.

However, now that the physical strength is not good, there are still outbreaks in a short period of time, and moreover, now at the moment of life and death, Zhou Zihao's starting speed instantly burst out with unprecedented strength.

The monk missed another sword and hurriedly chased after him.

"Boy, don't run!"

"Stop!"

If Lao Tzu was a good baby, I would have listened to my parents and went to college.

At this time, Zhou Zihao dared to turn back, running with all his might, the strength of his feet was all on the toes, the thigh muscles were tense, his arms swung hard, and the whole person leaned forward slightly, forming a streamlined shape, and immediately entered the explosive state of speed running.

Lao Tzu sprinted with all his might, if he was caught up by the monk again, then if you want to hehehehe, I will also obey you.

The monk only saw a puff of smoke flying behind Zhou Zihao, and instantly distanced himself from him.

I didn't expect the person in front of me to be fast, and if he didn't show some skills, he would really let him run.

So, the monk in Tsing Yi hurriedly carried the light gong, and a swallow pierced the clouds, and his body floated like a swallow, light and ethereal, and came behind Zhou Zihao.

Feeling a murderous aura approaching, Zhou Zihao scolded secretly: It seems that he can't get rid of this person just by escaping, and at the moment, he has to think of some ways.

I saw the monk in Tsing Yi stabbing with a sword, the cold light was pressing, stabbed Zhou Zihao's clothes, picked it up, and a large piece of clothing behind his back was torn by the sword.

I'm dripping mom!

I can really catch up!

Big brother, don't take what I just said seriously, I didn't say I'd give it to you if I caught up......

The cold light passed, and Zhou Zihao felt a burst of coolness behind him, like a layer of cool oil on a summer day, which was extremely cool.

Cool fart, cool!

Zhou Zihao's back was cold, something was wrong, this sword almost killed him, the intense tension slowed down his body, the monk got closer and closer, and the sword in his hand attacked again, aggressive.

"Look at the sword!" the cold light struck again, and the murderous aura was overwhelming.

"Grandma Li's!" When there was no way to avoid it, Zhou Zihao hurriedly pulled out the long sword given to him by the black-faced man, and his backhand was a 'fatal blow'.

When the swords collided with each other, a large number of sparks were rubbed, and the monk only felt a numbness in the tiger's mouth, as if he had struck a steel plate, and the whole person was subjected to a strong force and began to retreat.

After using the 'Fatal Strike', his speed was greatly enhanced, and Zhou Zihao's whole body ran towards the woods in front of him as if he was crazy.

The distance between the two sides widened again, and the monk eased up for a while, wanting to use light skills to catch up again, but found that he couldn't exert his strength, so he was helpless, and hurriedly chased after him with his sword.

He was silenced by a fatal blow and was temporarily unable to use light skills.

The monk thought to himself: I don't know where this kid suddenly burst out with such great strength, and then stepped into the woods, not daring to be careless, the tip of the sword was tilted, the grip was increased, and he was ready to be attacked at any time.

He walked slowly, and the forest was quiet, not even the birds chirped, and everything seemed so eerie.

Absolutely deceptive!

The monk in Tsing Yi concentrated his breath, his pace was steady, and he raised the spirit of the twelve, his expression was grim, and he had the feeling of seeing six ways and hearing eight laws.

The gentle step of the foot on the grass, the heel of the foot touching the ground, and then the middle of the foot, the tip of the toe, and the whole sole of the foot touching the ground, such a careful gesture was because the monk was afraid that he would inadvertently step on the detached branch and make a noise, and the enemy would find it.

Presumably, this monk is a veteran master.

He walked slowly, turning back three times at a time.

Sweat had wet his back, and he had never been so nervous.

He guessed in his heart that the other party should be ambushed in this forest, and the deal was so calm beyond imagination that he hadn't made a move until now.

It's weird, it's weird!

You have to be careful, be careful, be careful.

He came to a tree and walked along it, so that one of his directions was covered by a tree, and at least he was sure that this direction was safe and would never be attacked.

However, he only needs to pay attention to three directions at this time.

Sure enough, he was an experienced monk, and whenever he passed by a tree, he would walk close to the tree, cleverly using the environment to exchange for his advantage.

He walked for another three minutes, which were incomparably long for the monk, and his spirit was highly stressed, and his hand clenched the sword and turned white, caused by excessive exertion.

Sweat continued to run down his face, and his back was already soaked.

He thought to himself: Why didn't this guy make a move!

The more the enemy calmed down, the more nervous he became, the surrounding dense forest was uninhabited, the atmosphere was even more oppressive, so quiet that he seemed to hear his own heartbeat and the sound of blood flowing.

Presumably, this cult member is also a master, and it seems that he is fighting psychological warfare with himself, trying to use the current environment to restrain himself and cause psychological distress to himself.

"Hmph, that's naïve. The corners of the monk's mouth rose.

So, seeing through the enemy's plans, then, he also knew how to solve the danger at this time.

Since the enemy has been lurking in the shadows, he has never made a move, and if he wants to be nervous and overly tired all the time, once he is tired, he will definitely reveal his flaws, and he will definitely take the opportunity to take advantage of the flaws hidden in the dark.

He must not be allowed to capture his heart.

At that moment, the monk leaned against the tree, stopped moving, relaxed, kept wiping his sweat, and said with a smile: "Stinky boy, your trick is useless to me, I am not nervous at all. ”

"If you want to hide in the shadows and take the opportunity to make a move, I won't give you a chance, now I am extremely relaxed, very comfortable, and will never show flaws. ”

After saying that, the monk simply sat down, leaning his back against the tree, and thought: I will sit here and see how long you can endure it, I believe that it will not be long before he will definitely be unable to help but make a move.

At this time, it depends on who on both sides can calm down.

This is a game in the hearts of two masters!

......

Ferry Tea House, Zhou Zihao rushed into the jungle in one breath, and went around a large circle, and ran back, there was no rest before and after, at this time, he was tired, he leaned on the side of the tea house and gasped, it was a thrilling, fortunately, finally got rid of the people of the Sharp Sword Sect.

I don't know if the monk in the woods will catch up again.

Whatever, it's most important to pay attention to the situation in the ferry tea house now, because he still has a task to do.

Grandma's, it's so difficult to get rid of this ordinary monk, how the hell is he going to kill the two leaders inside.

At that moment, he stepped on the wooden collapse again, held the window railing, and poked his head into the window.

I saw that the black-clothed man suffered heavy casualties, and there were still five or six of the dozens of good players left at this time, and there were eleven of the Sharp Sword Sect and the Tianshan Sect combined, it seemed that this was an absolute headwind situation!

Could it be that the responsibility of saving the world has been handed over to me again!

The battle continued, and the black-faced man, the leader of the Cult of the Evil God, slaughtered all sides with a machete in his hand, even if the number was weak, those enemies could not break through their defenses.

Although they were able to surround them, these five or six cult members were all experienced masters, and they fought with all their strength at this time, desperately exerting their unlimited potential.

Liuyun of the Sharp Sword Sect watched them resist strongly, and said with a sneer on the side: "It's only a matter of time before your Evil God Sect is destroyed, in fact, as early as decades ago, you evil sect members should have been extinct, if it weren't for the fact that your sect leader self-destructed and cultivated to save each other, you people would have become the sword souls of the Zhengmeng long ago." ”

Chang Qing of the Tianshan faction also said: "I advise you to die obediently, and you want to die comfortably, if you resist like this, it is just a dying struggle, so why bother?"

The black-faced man gritted his teeth and said: "Let your mother's bullshit, it is because the sect leader saved us from the sea of fire with his body back then, regardless of his life, that he was able to live until now, our lives have long been the sect leader's, even if we die here today, we will never regret it!"

"Big brother, don't talk nonsense with them, let's kill them!"

"Yes, kill it!"

"Brothers, kill!"

"Ding Dong! Trigger the hidden mission, the evil god sect people's fighting spirit is high, and at this time the buff is boosted, and the host quickly goes to help kill the Sharp Sword Sect and the Tianshan Sect, and the Black Wind Evil is killed even if the mission fails. ”