Both sides thought they were ready, and the battle was imminent.

But at this moment, Zhang Yi, who was originally expressionless, suddenly showed a struggling look, and his body trembled violently. Although Zhao Hu and the seven people didn't understand what was going on with Zhang Yi, this was a good opportunity for Zhang Yi to die. Without a trace of hesitation, the seven people swarmed up with all kinds of weapons and greeted Zhang Yi's vital points all over his body.

"Zizheng!"

"Zhang Yi!"

Ling'er and Zhang Xin'er exclaimed at the same time, they never thought that Zhang Yi, who had the advantage, would suddenly fall into passivity, and it was fatal. Now it's too late to come over and help Zhang Yi.

Just when Ling'er and the others were anxious about Zhang Yi being in danger, Zhang Yi, who was surrounded by Zhao Hu's seven people, suddenly let out a roar like a beast. With the roar, a blood-red Douqi shield expanded outward with Zhang Yi as the center, and Zhao Hu and the others couldn't compete with the repulsion generated by the Douqi shield, and they were pushed back and forth one by one.

Before they could stand firmly, Zhang Yi moved, and with a string of afterimages, he rushed towards Scarface, who was pushed to the left by the shield.

"So fast!"

Scarface was shocked, such a speed was simply not something he could resist. But if he wanted to run, he couldn't run Zhang Yi, so he could only grit his teeth and wait for his companions to support him. After making up his mind, Scarface no longer retreated, the red fighting qi on his body flickered, and the long knife in his hand swept across a flame fighting qi blade more than three meters wide to block Zhang Yi's path. Zhang Yi didn't seem to have seen the light blade slashing at him, and he accelerated again and hit the flame light blade with his body.

After a splash of sparks, Zhang Yi rushed out of the flames intact. Scarface was stupid, is this still a human being?

However, Zhang Yi didn't give him time to think about it, and a pitch-black sword with blood-red flames slashed down on his head. This was the last sight Scarface saw in this world, a black greatsword that seemed to cover the whole world.

The long knife on top of his head did not play any role in blocking, and the weight of the magic sword of more than 300 catties plus the force of Zhang Yi's slash, the scarred face was like a watermelon smashed by a wooden stick, and he couldn't die anymore. As soon as the sword slashed down, the blood-colored flames spread to Scarface's body, incinerating its corpse in an instant, and the only thing that could prove that he had been to this world was a small patch of dust on the ground.

With one blow, he simply wiped out the middle-level Dou King, and Zhang Yi's expression did not change at all, as if he had not done it at all. Tijian turned around again and targeted Zhao Hu.

Seeing Zhang Yi rushing towards him, Zhao Hu felt like he was falling into an ice cave.

"You can kill a mid-level Dou King with a single sword, how strong is he? Even if you want to kill Scarface head-on, it will take a lot of effort to do it, and if Scarface insists on running, you can't keep him. But in front of this kid, he was killed without even taking a move, and although he was much stronger than Scarface, he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to pass a few rounds under him. ”

The more Zhao Hu thought about it, the more scared he became, now he had completely lost the courage to fight Zhang Yi, and he just wanted to leave this place quickly and stay away from this devouring demon. But what he has is a metallic fighting spirit, and he is not good at speed. Before he could run out, he was already caught up by Zhang Yi.

Zhao Hu saw Zhang Yi catching up with him, and knew that if he fled, he could only be killed by Zhang Yi from behind. Rather than dying, it is better to give it a go and fight for the hope of finally living.

Determined not to run away, Zhao Hu turned to face Zhang Yi. Holding the long knife in his hand tightly, the joints had turned white from excessive force.

At this time, Zhang Yi had already caught up with Zhao Hu, still without any expression, the magic sword in his hand was raised, and the "Extinction Wind Ziyan Slash" that devoured eight lives in one fell swoop was brazenly used. But this time it wasn't a purple flame, but a blood-like red. The flames were like rushing water, and they drowned Zhao Hu in an instant.

Zhao Hu is also worthy of the high-level Douwang, much more powerful than Scarface, who was killed by Zhang Yi in one move. Zhao Hu propped up a layer of golden shield and withstood Zhang Yi's blow. But before he could breathe a sigh of relief, Zhang Yi's slash arrived. Zhao Hu put the knife across his head with one hand and the back of the knife with the other, ready to take Zhang Yi's blow.

With a loud bang, Zhao Hu felt that it was not a sword that smashed on his long knife, but a mountain. He finally knew why Scarface was so vulnerable, and only by facing it in person would he know how heavy Zhang Yi's sword was. It's not at all that Scarface, who is not good at strength, can resist, and if he had chosen to dodge at that time, maybe he wouldn't have died so simply.

The green tendons on Zhao Hu's forehead flared up, and he almost used up the strength of his whole body, but his arm, which was still pressed by the magic sword, slowly sank. The long knife had been pressed to Zhao Hu's shoulder, and Zhao Hu seemed to be able to hear the sound of his bones trembling. Zhao Hu knew that if he continued like this, he would probably be crushed to death by his own knife, and the ** of survival made Zhao Hu burst out with strength beyond his own.

With a loud shout, it shone from him, a golden glow like the sun. At the same time, the strength of the arm increased greatly, and the arm suddenly lifted upwards to block the magic sword that suppressed him to death. Zhao Hu took advantage of this opportunity to quickly retreat and escape from Zhang Yi's attack range.

The transition between life and death made Zhao Hu feel a kind of exhaustion from his heart, and his slightly trembling arms and heavy and rapid breathing all indicated that he had just paid a lot of price for blocking Zhang Yi's attack. But he didn't dare to relax at all, and now as long as he had the slightest distraction, he might usher in Zhang Yi's fatal attack.

Due to nervousness and consumption, Zhao Hu's eyes were already bloodshot, but he still stared at Zhang Yi tightly.

Because he was waiting, waiting for a chance for Zhang Yi to reveal his flaws and give him a fatal blow. Because there is not much time for him to squander now, this is the price of super strength. Once the potential is stimulated, it will enter the countdown to the battle, and you can only solve the enemy with the fastest speed and the strongest attack, otherwise once the potential is exhausted, you will fall into extreme weakness, and you will no longer be able to mobilize the slightest fighting spirit, and at that time you will only be able to be slaughtered.

Maybe it's God's favor, just when he was about to fight hard, Zhang Yi, who could have been said to be flawless, appeared again with the same struggling color as before, and his body trembled slightly.

Zhao Hu's eyes suddenly flashed, his heart was overjoyed, and he said secretly: "The opportunity has come!"

Without hesitation, Zhao Hu frantically injected all his fighting energy into the long knife in his hand. The ground-level mid-level long knife in his hand was called "Golden Tiger Blade", with the effect of armor piercing, and now Zhao Hu poured all his fighting energy into it, and the Golden Tiger Blade emitted a golden light like substance. In the piercing sound of breaking wind, he slashed at Zhang Yi's head.

Zhao Hu wanted to use this knife to kill Zhang Yi, and at least seriously injured him. In that case, Ling'er and Zhang Xin'er would have no time to take care of him because they were worried about Zhang Yi, so he would have a chance to escape.

said that it was too late, and the golden tiger blade had already slashed to the top of Zhang Yi's head, seeing that Zhang Yi was about to fall with him today. At this critical juncture, Zhang Yi's inner struggle finally ended, and his eyes turned cold again. But it was too late for Feng Rui to dodge at the moment, but Zhang Yi was not chaotic at all in such a crisis, and while his body moved slightly to the right, the sword body of the magic sword slammed into the blade of the Golden Tiger Blade. Although this blow did not completely block the Golden Tiger Blade's slash, it weakened its downward slash power.

The Golden Tiger Blade slashed heavily on Zhang Yi's left shoulder with the sparks generated by the friction with the magic sword, and it fell into ten centimeters before stopping, and suddenly a stream of blood gushed out from Zhang Yi's left shoulder. Zhang Yi's expressionless face suddenly twitched with pain, and the blood gushing out of his shoulders mixed with cold sweat flowed into a piece.

Zhao Hu succeeded, although he did not kill Zhang Yi, but this knife was enough to make Zhang Yi lose his combat effectiveness, and if he was not treated in time, he could also bleed Zhang Yi to death. But there was no happy expression on Zhao Hu's face, only disbelief and fear of death. Because at this moment, his chest had been pierced by Zhang Yi's left arm, he never thought that Zhang Yi would be so ruthless, and at the cost of his entire left arm, when he used all his fighting energy on the Golden Tiger Blade, he only used one left hand to penetrate his chest that was not protected by fighting energy.

Feeling that the strength of his body was being evacuated little by little, Zhao Hu only regretted in addition to the fear of death, regretting why he provoked Zhang Yi, and regretting why he didn't choose to run away in the first place. But now it's too late, Zhao Hu looked at Zhang Yi unwillingly, and then fell to the ground with his eyes open, leaving the world he was reluctant to give up.

Zhang Yi also seemed to have regained control of his body at this time, and looked at everything in front of him in horror, he couldn't believe that he had done it all by himself. I wanted to scratch my hair with my hands, but he couldn't do it at all now, his tired body and serious injuries only felt that his eyes were dark and he fainted on the ground, the golden tiger blade was still on his shoulder, and the wound was still bleeding profusely, but he couldn't feel anything, motionless like a dead man............

(For all the reasons for my update speed over the past two days, it has pale in all accounts.) I just want to say that as long as I have time, I will make up for it all and apologize...... ）