Zhang Zheng's long knife pulled out a circle of knife flowers, and the blood droplets attached to the knife body splashed everywhere, and in the next second, the long knife was as smooth as before.

"Your swordsmanship is good," he said in a deep voice, then paused to continue, "It's a pity that you will die under my sword tonight." ”

"I don't know how thick the sky is"

Zhang Biao fought back without hesitation, but it could be seen from his eyes that he was not so confident.

His sword-wielding hand trembled slightly, and his arm under the black armor was even redder.

Although Zhang Biao tried his best to hide it, all this had already fallen into Zhang Zheng's eyes.

......

Zhang Zheng was noncommittal, and did not continue to speak, the power on the knife was clear to himself, Zhang Biao resisted so many knives, if there was nothing at all, it was really a ghost.

......

"I just created the second knife move not long ago, and I just used you to test the knife. He raised his eyebrows, and then threw the scabbard at his waist to the ground, changing from a one-handed knife to a two-handed knife.

The palms of both hands gripped the hilt tightly, and a cool sensation spread from the skin to the mind.

This knife needs to burst out with all the strength of the whole body, and for the knife, it needs certain requirements.

Fortunately, this wooden knife was made of iron and wood, and it was extremely hard, otherwise it would not be enough to withstand his strength, let alone fight with Zhang Biao's iron sword.

"It's time to build a good knife. Zhang Zheng secretly said in his heart, when these people are solved, he must go to Tianxue City to create a satisfactory long knife.

Although the wooden knife is easy to use, it can't fully exert his strength, it's okay to deal with Zhang Biao, if the opponent is stronger, you need a good knife, complement each other, and he can even burst out with twelve points of strength.

A thousand thoughts were only for a moment, he retracted his mind, and his eyes fell on Zhang Biao.

With both arms slowly raised, the long knife is held vertically, the blade is facing outward, and the back of the knife is resting diagonally on the left shoulder.

The defensive momentum can be adapted in an instant no matter how the opponent attacks.

Zhang Zheng's heart moved, and he silently recited the mantra of Mianzhang in his mouth, the qi in the dantian was restless, and a warm feeling spread from the lower abdomen to all parts of the body.

His heart was beating faster, blood was rushing through his veins, and a huge amount of heat was gathering in his muscles, and his skin was red under his black samurai suit, as if his blood vessels were about to explode.

The condensation of qi and blood brought more powerful power, Zhang Zheng's palm trembled uncontrollably, and even the long knife was shaking, making a "buzzing" sound.

His gaze was cold, and he forcibly suppressed the restlessness of his body, and this sudden increase in power was not easy to control.

The long knife no longer shakes.

......

"One Knife Slash"

Zhang Zheng spit out three words in his mouth, and the next moment, his figure jumped up, volleyed three feet in the air, and looked down on Zhang Biao.

With a movement of both hands, the blade flipped over, and a powerful force poured into the blade, turning defense into attack in an instant, the long knife cut through the air, turning into a phantom, and the blade completely disappeared in everyone's eyes.

The speed of the sword light has exceeded the limit of what the eye can catch.

Life and death are only in a moment

......

Zhang Biao's beastly instinct felt a trace of terrible crisis, and the horror in his eyes had not yet faded, but his instinct of years of fighting made him react the fastest.

"Bang dang", the iron sword body shook, let out a high-pitched trembling sound, Zhang Biao's eyes showed a crazy look, and then the iron sword stabbed straight out.

This knife, he can't dodge, he can only fight with his life, the best is to force Zhang Zheng to withdraw the knife, and the worst can be killed together.

He is worthy of being the centurion of the forbidden army of Heavenly Snow City, decisive and brave.

......

However, in the next second, his sword light was blasted away, and an irresistible huge force penetrated into Zhang Biao's body along the sword body, even with his strong body, he was still shocked and retreated.

The sword light crossed the sky, bringing up a cold knife wind, rushing to the face, as if there were thousands of steel needles piercing the skin, stinging and not stinging.

Zhang Biao's eyes were horrified, and he wanted to raise his sword to resist, but the iron sword in his hand was swung out, and a faint black light slashed through his throat, bringing up an erupting blood flower.

......

......

"Ahem" He made a soft sound in his mouth, turned his head with difficulty, and Zhang Zheng appeared behind him, standing proudly, and the hand holding the knife did not waver in the slightest.

"It's over. A deep voice echoed in the air, Zhang Biao smiled miserably, and his whole body fell to the ground weakly.

......

He ...... He killed the boss. ”

"Damn, the centurion who dares to kill the forbidden army, no one can save you. ”

"Boy, you're dead. ”

The remaining dozen or so forbidden soldiers were furious, and as soon as Zhang Biao died, things were over.

The Forbidden Army has always been short-guarded, and the centurion was killed, and the blame from above was not easy.

......

"Dry"

Zhang Zheng's indifferent gaze swept over them, and the cold killing intent raged, making everyone's hearts cold.

None of these people can leave, cut the grass and eradicate the roots, the forbidden army is strong, he naturally knows that if he lets them go back, he will face endless pursuit from now on.

Although he is not afraid, he also does not want to get into trouble out of thin air.

"Boom"

Under the horrified gaze of everyone, he raised his knife and threw himself at the forbidden soldiers.

As soon as Zhang Biao died, these crowds were leaderless, and their hearts were cold, thinking only about their own escapes, where to dare to resist.

Zhang Zhenghu entered the flock, chopping melons and vegetables, almost one by one.

I can't run, I can't win, and after twenty or thirty breaths, all of them are corpses.

......

After slaying the last forbidden soldier, he inserted the wooden knife back into its scabbard.

I can't stay here anymore.

It won't be long before Zhang Biao's death will be known by the forbidden army, and it will be easy to find out about him at that time.

The forbidden army is huge, and now Zhang Zheng can't compete with it, the best way is to go.

Walk deeper into the Demon Beast Mountain, so that you can not only avoid pursuit, but also better cultivate.

Kill two birds with one stone

......

"Roar"

"Whew"

"Roar"

The rich qi and blood spread along the mountains and others towards the outside of the valley, and a large group of fierce beasts were attracted and eager to try.

In a few moments, the valley will be transformed into a battlefield for the beasts to fight.

He was not interested in cleaning up for these people, so he threw a fire on the ground, lit the grass, and disappeared out of the valley into the forest.

......

Night, a little cold

A faint cool breeze blew on the body, and an indescribable comfort spread throughout the body.

Comfortable

At heart, he was a pure martial artist, eager to fight.

Zhang Biao was the first master he met after coming to this world, and being able to kill him was a spiritual cleansing and polishing of the heart of martial arts.

......

The woods grew thicker and thicker, and the deeper you went, the wider the mountains became, and the air was filled with the smell of danger.

......

He had been walking for almost half an hour, and according to the strength of his feet, he should have walked seventy or eighty miles away.

Zhang Zheng suddenly stopped his pace, turned around and shouted: "Which friend is behind, who has been following for so long, it is time to show up." ”

His right hand rested on the hilt of his sword, ready to draw it, and his sharp gaze swept across the jungle around him, and there was no movement except birds and beasts.

"Maybe I heard me wrong. ”

Zhang Zhengsu muttered to himself, but suddenly closed his eyes, and after a few breaths, he opened his eyes and took out a few flying knives from his arms and shot them towards his right hand.

"Brush brush brush", the flying knife slashes through the air, chopping a few leaves.

"Found you. ”

The corner of his mouth sneered, and the long knife in his hand came out of its sheath, silently slashing behind him.

"Bell"

The sound of gold and iron pierced the cold air, and after a knife, Zhang Zheng put away the knife and stood, and behind him, a person walked out of the darkness.