"Will the South City Gate be broken?" Zhang Jiao sighed, and what he saw in his eyes was not the dark night sky, but the scene of the South City Gate.

One and two strokes, the hammer hit the head heavily on the city gate. The city gate was shaking, and there were very obvious cracks at the position where the hammer hit, and spreading around, and a hole appeared there.

The rolling wood on the top of the city fell like rain, and when the hammer hit the third time, the hammer turned into two broken pieces. However, near, a small team of soldiers carrying the hammer hit the hammer arrived and rushed towards the city gate.

Zhang Jiao once thought about this moment, not far from his mind, and was prepared. But he didn't expect it to come so quickly. Now, he has less time and some things have to be completed quickly.

When he hovered in the air, the waves of arrows around him were like rain, and he never stopped for a moment. However, these powerful weapons that could kill people fell to the ground when they touched the invisible barrier that Zhang Jiao was surrounded by, and they did not even raise the corner of his clothes at all!

"Continue." Qi Sha spoke coldly. He looked up at Zhang Jiao. Qi Sha's eyes became colder. He didn't like to look up to others like this, but as a killer, they often became dust and mud on the ground that was not noticed, so naturally there would never be such a scorching light on them.

People who just let a killer look up to usually fall miserably, and they will never get up again, and they will never have the chance to get up again. Because people like them are the deepest coldness hidden in the darkness, the kind of people who are good at making people fall into hell.

So, it is better not to stand too high. Those awe-inspiring halos are also the reasons why people are eyeing it.

When the killers around him heard the order of Qisha, no one asked why. Instead, they accelerated the loading speed of the small crossbow arrows in their hands. As soon as they loaded the crossbow arrows, they shot towards Zhangjiao, but the crossbow arrows that had just flew up and shot at the target fell again when they touched the target.

No one questioned such a seemingly useless behavior, nor did anyone hesitate. As a killer, many times they understand that the so-called useless behavior will be useful in the end, but it depends on whether you have the patience to wait.

Zhang Jiao suddenly lowered his head, and in his vision, a black-clad killer rushed towards him with the force, and the short sword in his hand carried a bright light.

The killer who was staring at Zhang Jiao trembled and felt that he was surrounded by a cold feeling. At this moment, his consciousness seemed to be frozen. If it weren't for the inertia of his body that he continued to fly towards Zhang Jiao, then he would have stopped the movements in his hand now.

There was no emotion in those eyes, including the short sword in his hand approaching, and when the tip of the sword was about to pierce the horned footboard, there was still no other emotion. It was like the sun and the bright moon in the sky, hanging in the sky, staring at the ants on the ground indifferently. Whether it was the ever-changing world or someone chasing them, it would not change the indifference that lasted forever.

This is what he read from Zhang Jiao's eyes. This can arouse a person's anger more than contempt, because contempt at least treats you as a person. What this killer felt was a look of looking at ants, stones and weeds on the roadside, and he did not put him in his eyes.

Anger arises from his heart, filling his whole body with the tide of flames, and even the coldness that penetrates into his bone marrow was suppressed at this moment. Why should he? You must know that when a man gets angry, blood splatters five steps, not to mention that their current distance is closer than five steps!

Even if it is God, I will kill you, let alone you are not a God!

It's getting closer, and closer. Just hand over the short sword in your hand, cut the boots on Zhangjiao's feet, causing him a little damage, and cutting his skin, everything will be fine. The venom on the blade is enough to poison a person in a very short time.

But why didn't he feel happy at all?

"The immortal caresses my head and gives birth to immortality." Zhang Jiao chanted this sentence he liked very much, stretched out his right hand and pressed his palm down.

It’s a pity that there are immortals in this world, but even if he has hair on others, he cannot teach others immortality.

The killer's short sword in his hand made a tinnitus trembling sound, and the tremor became more obvious when approaching Zhang Jiao. When Zhang Jiao pressed his hand down, the entire short sword cracked inch by inch from the tip of the sword and turned into powder until only a bare hilt was left.

The killer's eyes widened, full of disbelief. Before he could come to his senses, Zhang Jiao had already appeared in front of him. At this moment, his inertia of jumping up with force had lost its inertia and had begun to fall down.

It was just a hand. It appeared at this moment and gently pressed it on his head. It had no force, and it was as light as nothing.

"Bang." With a light sound, the killer's entire head exploded, like a ball of gorgeous fireworks. The red spots were mixed with white foam, which looked particularly gorgeous under the illumination of the firelight below. The body that lost its head fell down and fell heavily on the ground. Blood flowed out of the neck where it lost its head, forming a small pool of blood on the ground.

Zhang Jiao's face did not change at all. There was no trace of blood stain on his palms. Even the Taoist robe was as white as new, with no stain left on his head. In those eyes, he did not look at the killer's body again. If he insisted on saying anything, then Zhang Jiao would just crush a bug to death. If a person accidentally stepped on a bug to death, an ant would pay attention and mourn?

Of course the answer is no, and naturally Zhang Jiao doesn't. Just like him, arrows can no longer be seen. Even now when his strength is severely declining, they are still not something that ordinary people can shake. Even if these people below are not ordinary people, but a group of well-trained killers, they still cannot truly become Zhang Jiao's opponents.

His opponent has always been the illusory way of heaven and the general trend. Even he was like a grain of sand in such a torrent of tide, and he could not even see the future that was too far away.

The fingers flicked, and the sound of thunder sounded in the blink of an eye. Balls of lightning flashed in an instant, shooting straight towards the killers in black standing on the ground. In an instant, the entire darkness was occupied by the light of lightning, including the dark night clothes on the killers' bodies, exposed to the lightning, and were clearly visible.

"Ah..." A scream sounded, but it stopped abruptly. Almost no killer could avoid such an attack. The speed of the thunder in the blink of an eye had reached a point that they could not react.

The lightning flashed in front of me, and the thunder moved. Then, I really didn't know anything. Even the screams were incomplete, and before they could be completely released, they were interrupted and stopped.

The smell of burnt smell spreads throughout the field. This smell is burnt. From the charred ones, it is hard to see the human-shaped coke emitted from the charcoal.

Flashes and disappears, and when the lightning disappears, the piles of black powder that are finally presented to the unslaughtered killers. They are not without preparations, but those preparations seem insignificant under such attacks, and even more impossible to change the result.

Perhaps, the reason why they did not die was that they were much luckier than those of their dead companions, right?

The surviving killers couldn't help but think that it was ridiculous to say. They didn't believe in luck, but at this moment, they were extremely grateful for this luck. This made them ashamed. It seemed that their reaction was reasonable when facing Zhang Jiao and such a "non-human" person.

Is this really the person they can kill?

A killer was still holding a small crossbow and aiming at Zhang Jiao, but his fingers were pressed on the button, but he did not pull it as decisively as before. He swallowed a few saliva and found that the dryness in his throat had not dissipated, and his heart was beating pounding, making it even more violent.

He didn't know whether he should detain it and shot a loaded crossbow arrow at Zhang Jiao. What he could know was that his arrow would not cause any harm to Zhang Jiao, because he was fine in the dense rain of arrows before.

Many surviving killers couldn't help but mutter in their hearts, "Divine, can they really kill? It seems that they can't be killed, just like their current target, so how can they kill this? Even if they are killers, they are afraid that they can't kill such a person, because they are no longer humans."

"Continue." Qi Sha repeated.

He had appeared in another place and no longer stayed in his previous position. Similarly, what forced him to transfer was the thunder that had appeared before. His entire back was rubbed, torn apart with flesh. In an instant, the blood gushed out, but was burned by the extremely high temperature carried by the current, evaporating the blood and "bonding" the exposed flesh together again.

Until now, his entire back was still in a scorching pain, stirring every nerve of his nerves. When the sweat flowed from his spine passed through this large burning area, it slid downward like a knife cutting on it. What's more, it was not a knife, but dozens or hundreds. When the fine beads of sweat rolled downwards, the pain was almost dense.

But Qi Sha's eyes still had not changed. They were so rebellious and cold, and there was no hesitation or gap in the killer's killer's house.

God will also kill you, not just talk. There is no God in this world, and there are only people close to God, but such people are still not God, but humans.

As long as it is a human, you can kill it, and as long as it is a human, you will die. Zhang Jiao, who is looked up to by him, is also a human, so Qi Sha is not afraid of it.

Like him, there were also a few people like Meng Xinghun and others, who were like Qisha, and their beliefs had never been shaken. Even if someone among them was like Qisha, just passing by death, for them, pain and fear brought by death are things that must be tasted, and they will not be afraid.

If there are people who cannot be killed, it can only prove that they are too weak! This is not that the other party cannot be killed, but that they cannot be killed. Therefore, there are no people who cannot be killed in this world, and some are only the weak!

Meng Xinghun ran, and in front of him, a man in black half-squatted down, stanced, and his whole body tilted slightly backward.

He jumped up and stepped on the back of the killer in front of him, and then fell on his shoulder. His whole body bent down and flew out suddenly. The killer in black staggered below and couldn't help but kneel down on the ground, blushing as if he was about to drip bleeding.

The killer who had approached Zhang Jiao just now also approached Zhang Jiao in this way. However, he did not have the strength of Meng Xinghun. He only needed one person, and he went so quickly and so anxiously, and he was like a black shadow flying in the sky.

His soft sword stretched straight in the air. When he lifted it up, it had turned into a long long sword. A little sharpness condensed from the tip of the sword. It was like a little starlight in the dark night sky, although dim, but bright enough. When it moved with Meng Xinghun's body and stabbed out, it became a meteor that could break through the night sky.

"First line, God!"

Above the line, it is the sky, and below the line, it is the earth. Meng Xinghun's sword becomes the boundary that divides the sky and the earth. For those who can be taken, it is the sky. If you can't take it, it is death, it is for the earth!

Another person stepped forward and stepped on the stairs built by two killers with their hands. As soon as he stepped on their palms, the two killers pushed the knife-holding killer upwards and threw them towards Zhangjiao.

He rushed towards Zhang Jiao like a cannonball, and the whistling wind blew in front of him, making his black clothes rush. The knife in his hand swung out in an instant, and a ray of light suddenly appeared. Where the knife came out, there was no regret!

The third, the fourth...

They don’t like to look up, so they jump up, so they draw swords, so they swing their swords. There is no need for too many reasons, because they don’t like it, because they want to kill, so they go so resolutely.

Even if you are above thousands of people, just like you are in a high hall, even if you are all enemies. These cannot change their identity as killers and their determination to kill people.

Anyway, they are dust, unobserved dust, and the dust is truly dazzling for only a moment! So let the glory of the goal be replaced by their light!

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!