As if feeling the battle intent in Song Zhan's eyes, Feng Cheng raised the dagger in his hand, and the whole person suddenly crashed into front of Song Zhan at a speed that did not fit his body.

It's good to come!

Song Zhan didn't wield a knife either, his whole body was boiling, and he kicked it directly, blocking the road that Fengcheng had to pass.

"Whew!"

Beside Song Zhan, ripples rippled in the air, and the figure of the soul stabbing flashed out, and two daggers tore through the air and slashed towards Song Zhan's throat.

Feng Cheng's body flickered instantly, and appeared behind Song Zhan with a forced displacement without a shadow, and the sharp dagger mixed with the sound of hunting and breaking the wind stabbed towards Song Zhanhou's heart.

In a short moment, as if the two had discussed, their bodies changed staggeredly, deceiving Song Zhan's moves, and once again forming a flanking attack on him.

Clang! Zila!

The two explosions came out almost at the same time, and at the same time that Song Zhan used the demon knife in his hand to block the cone blow of Fengcheng behind him, the twin daggers of the soul stabbing slashed through the battle armor in front of Song Zhan's neck, bringing up a series of sparks.

-862！

The huge impact made Song Zhan's throat ache and his breath suffocated, and he was almost out of breath.

His right foot landed, and Song Zhan poked out his left fist wrapped in battle qi, and stabbed directly at the soul leaving in front of him with a fighting style of exchanging injuries for injuries.

In front of two top-notch thieves, there is no point in competing speed reactions.

Even though Song Zhan's agility was not low, he didn't dare to turn around and face Feng Cheng behind him at all.

Because for thieves like them, the body-wrapping operation must have been perfected, as long as Song Zhan dared to turn around, then Feng Cheng and the Soul Leaving Thorn dared to guarantee that he would not see the two of them in his life.

The measure of a top thief is whether he can stay behind the enemy forever.

However, Song Zhan also has his own advantages as a warrior, that is, his body is harder than that of thieves, and his attack is not low.

He can resist thieves in two or even three sets, but the other side may not even be able to carry him.

Therefore, the game of exchanging injuries for lives is the most correct choice.

In the face of Song Zhan's punch, the Soul Thorn didn't dare to make a hard connection at all, and his body swayed with the wind like catkins, sticking to Song Zhan's punch wind, and fell lightly outside the range of Song Zhan's attack.

Feng Cheng behind him was not ambiguous, the whole person seemed to have opened some skills, and in just a few moments, he turned his hand at Song Zhan five times.

-356！ -384！ ......

Five damage numbers exploded almost at the same time, and Song Zhan's HP had dropped to six thousand.

According to this situation, Song Zhan is likely to be killed by the cooperation of these two thieves.

Burst step!

Song Zhan exerted force with his right foot, and the whole person hit directly backwards.

Caught off guard, even though Feng Cheng had retreated, he was still hit by Song Zhan on the left half of his body.

-516！

With only abrasions, Feng Cheng's blood volume was directly removed by nearly one-fifth.

The terrifying damage made the two thieves, who were originally somewhat casual, look at each other a lot more cautiously.

This time, the target is not a cat or a dog, if you are not careful, both of them may die at his hands.

With one hit, Song Zhan followed up again, forcibly twisted his body, and suppressed Feng Cheng to the death, preventing him from having a chance to escape.

Seeing this, the Soul Separation Thorn directly took out a crossbow, aimed at Song Zhan and pulled the trigger, and three crossbow arrows rushed over one after another.

"!"

Song Zhan felt the sound of breaking wind coming from behind him, and without thinking about it, he pounced directly to the side, two crossbow arrows flew past him, and the last one pierced his back, taking away more than 800 blood from him.

No starting charge!

Song Zhan shot directly towards the distant Fengcheng, quickly closing the distance between him and him.

"Give me death!"

Song Zhan, who was in a state of charge, jumped up slightly, and the whole person suddenly jumped forward more than ten meters against the ground, and from a distance, it seemed as if he had shrunk into inches, and directly reached the location of Fengcheng.

The sticking version is heartbreaking!

Although it loses the high damage and high burst of the heart-destroying leap, it is better to be hidden, launch quickly, and not easy to detect.

Just like now, Song Zhan suddenly crossed a distance of more than ten meters and landed beside Feng Cheng, and the violent vibration and the flying sand and stones crackled on Feng Cheng's body, not only hindering his movement but also blocking his vision.

The dazzling sword light erupted from the sand, and at the moment when he was about to die, Feng Cheng's body disappeared, and then appeared eight meters away, and a scroll quickly burned into ashes.

"Flashing Scroll!"

Generally, only magicians who have learned the sixth-level spell flash technique can make high-end items, just this scroll, at least four hundred gold coins, and it is still in a state of pricelessness, and I don't know how they got it.

"It's really bloody."

Looking at the escaped Fengcheng, Song Zhan was silent, his chest rose and fell rapidly, and the demon knife in his hand became tighter and tighter.

Any of the two of them, Song Zhan has the confidence to face it alone, but when the two add up, the oppressive force brought by it is not as simple as one plus one!

After a brief pause, the two thieves looked at each other and set out again.

This time, the two of them continued to burst into brilliance, and one scroll after another was constantly used.

The wind hit head-on, and the pure black cloak behind Song Zhan was blown and rattled.

The two thieves one after the other, killed in front of Song Zhan, and the three daggers turned into hurricanes, stabbing out around Song Zhan continuously.

The basic skills that have been tempered by the sweat of countless days and nights have been vividly demonstrated by Song Zhan at this moment.

The sound of fine metal clashes surrounded Song Zhan, and under the suppression of the two top thieves, Song Zhan's defense did not appear too big and too many mistakes, and occasionally those who couldn't defend also relied on the armor on their bodies to resist.

Split!

Song Zhan sold his back to Feng Cheng, and the demon knife in his hand slashed down towards the Soul Separation Thorn in front of him with great speed.

No shadows!

In the face of Song Zhan's inevitable sword, the uncontrol skill that the Soul Separation Thorn has now finally been used, and the whole person flickered outside the attack range of the demon knife.

It's you!

A hint of madness appeared under Song Zhan's visor, and he took out a scroll from his backpack with his left hand and crushed it directly.

"Storm of Rage!"

The seventh-level great magic of the wind mage, the terrifying magic that can only be used by powerful mages after the second advancement.

Isn't it just a scroll, it's the same as who doesn't.

In just a moment, a huge tornado took shape directly with Song Zhan as the center, and the violent suction force forcibly pulled the bodies of the two thieves towards the eye of the storm, and at the same time, a series of injuries kept coming out of their heads.

Song Zhan was at the center of the storm and was also under the attack of the storm, but seeing his battle qi erupt, a blood-colored tornado formed in the raging storm.

The swirling sword energy slashed through the bodies of the two thieves, and the buff magic that had been attached to them failed one after another.

This is also the reason why they do not use powerful magic, without the precise control of the magician, they dare to use it, that is, they will lose a thousand and hurt the enemy five hundred.

There was still a minute left in the decontrol skill, and the only flash scroll was used by Feng Cheng, who was slightly slower.

"Hahaha, come, let's see who can't hold it first!"

In the center of the sword qi storm, Song Zhan laughed wildly.

PS: Let's count the tickets, poor and poor raccoon!