"So that's it. This is your choice. Are you persisting?" Zhang Jiao looked at the killers rushing towards him, and finally a light appeared in his eyes. He became much more serious, and the eyes of the killers were no longer as indifferent as before.

To be precise, these killers who can overcome their fears and those who can still do something to themselves at this moment are all special. They deserve respect. Even if this seems a bit stupid, it is precisely because of this stupidity that Zhang Jiao looks at them differently.

Even though they know they can't do it, they still have to do it. This is the stupidity that these killers show. Unlike the killers who are under the attack on him with small crossbows in their hands, these killers who jumped up and attacked him with their swords in their hands. The courage in their hearts has not been lost. They are fighting for themselves.

It is like a scoundrel shaking a tree. It may be like putting it in other people's eyes, which makes people laugh and shameless. But Zhang Jiao doesn't. He respects the stupidity of these killers. Even if their stupidity is based on the reason why they want to kill themselves, he will do the same. He respects them.

Because he himself is such a stupid person! But these killers only have to face him, and what he has to face is thousands of people and a dynasty!

The invisible and qualitative murderous intents seen in Zhang Jiao's eyes were different. The only thing that was the same was that they were almost the same, which made Zhang Jiao's eyelids twitch. But that's all. It was enough to make him have the illusion of being stinged in his eyes, which was enough to show that they were amazing.

"The blood splattered for five steps, and every man was angry. So that's it, so that's it." He pursed his lips, gently put his hands on his sleeve, and grabbed them with one hand.

"Then I will give you the corresponding respect and give you death."

Zhang Jiao grabbed the sword with his hand, and the sword light flashed with him. When he drew his sword, he flashed with one stroke. When he flashed again, he had already arrived in front of Zhang Jiao. This sword distinguished the world and used the long sword as a line to divide life and death.

Meng Xinghun once used this sword to kill many targets. Regardless of whether they were cautious or not, they could not escape the point before this line. Similarly, he also understood that there was only one line in this line, and for the target he wanted to kill, for him.

If you can't kill, you will die. There is only one chance to draw the sword. No matter how long you wait or how long you plan and observe it, many times, there is only one chance to draw a sword. Therefore, his sword will be so fast and fast, and he will turn all the words into this sword and stab it out, so decisive.

"Sher..."

Meng Xinghun's pupils shrank inward, and a bitterness appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Zhang Jiao's palm grabbed his sword. After squeezing, the sword actually made a sound of metal and iron intertwining, and the friction sound was extremely harsh.

The palm was white and the five fingers were slender, but it was still a flesh palm. However, at this moment, there was a sharp weapon that could kill people, which was enough to shock people.

Of course, for Zhang Jiao, now it is heaven. For Meng Xinghun, now it is earth and hell.

But he didn't hesitate at all. He twisted his wrist and twisted the sword, and the whole sword trembled in Zhangjiao's palm. He rubbed inch by inch, cut inch by inch, and the sword whined, turning into silver light, flying around.

The fragments of the sword blade passed through his cheeks, passed by Meng Xinghun's side, and cut a hole in the black clothes, causing blood scars. He saw that Zhang Jiao in front of him was still as usual. When the fragments of the sword blade shot towards him, they were invisible obstacles. Every time they advanced, they were extremely slow, until they were approaching Zhang Jiao's side, they fell down weakly.

But, so what? Meng Xinghun's left hand had already taken out a short dagger from his waist and stabbed Zhang Jiao's chest!

"Don't die." Zhang Jiao's palm loosened, and pieces of fragments fell from his palm. He bounced his fingers gently, and his index finger bounced on Meng Xinghun's forehead.

A brilliant firework bloomed in the sky. Meng Xinghun's head had become part of the fireworks, and his body descended from his neck fell down. He continued to step in the air, walking by the killers, and every time he passed by someone, his fingers would lightly point.

One head after another exploded, one headless corpses fell down, and Zhang Jiao approached the ground step by step, like an immortal coming to the world. Those who dared to offend him had become corpses, and it was also the end of the targets that these killers were once extremely familiar with.

The elite killers belonging to the Killer Tower were all killed in Zhang Jiao's step by step. The respect Zhang Jiao gave them was to kill them one by one. And he did not take those other killers who only dared to shoot crossbow arrows at him. If he wanted to kill them, he would only move one finger and use lightning to kill them.

Until the last killer who was killing Zhang Jiao in the sky died, the scene was silent, and the killers, even the small crossbows in their hands, forgot to load the crossbow arrows. The headless corpses fell in front of them, were all the existences they had looked up to in the Killer Tower. Everyone here caused a lot of tasks, let alone those who died in their hands, which were not comparable to those of them who cooperated with the siege and kill.

Even they died like this, without a slight sound or a corpse, so what use is they?

"Retreat." Qi Sha said a word lightly. The death of the main killers in the killer building was also the cold tone covered under the cold mask.

The killers who were in a daze were like a general amnesty, decisively hiding into the darkness and retreating one by one. No one had hesitation because the poster Qi Sha ordered them, they always only needed to follow them and not ask one more reason.

Soon, in the lively scene, there were only three people and the corpses everywhere. The flames burning beside them were not as fierce as they were at the beginning, but they were still burning. Under the reflection of the fire, there were three people and three figures that were constantly destructive.

It was a little quiet, Zhang Jiao stepped on the ground with his hands behind him. He looked around and his eyes fell on Zhang Banxian, staring, and finally spoke.

"So now you should tell me what your choice is?"
Chapter completed!