Everyone stayed away from far away and watched the two fight with cold weapons. It was everyone, the twelve team members under Zhang Xiaoqiang and the hundreds of people under the man stood in the far corner and looked at this side. Zhang Xiaoqiang His subordinates can't get in his way, but as for the men's subordinates? Then I don't know.
The battle between the two was very fierce, and the crowd watching from a distance could not help but break out in cold sweat. They were not like the previous film and television drama where you smashed Huashan with all your strength, and I fought wonderfully like a white crane spreading its wings. It was lively to watch.
Neither of them used any moves, they kept waving their weapons and collided with each other, they were comparing faster, harder, and heavier.
The mysterious man is the main attacker, his speed is extremely fast, the long knife in his hand pours towards Zhang Xiaoqiang non-stop like flowing water, and Cheng Liang's blade brings out white lines under the imprint of the fire.
As he slashed like a storm, the silver white streaks formed a bright brilliance like white reflective satin, which made everyone's eyes dazzled and dizzy.
As his hands turned freely, his knife became faster and faster, and the impact of the long knife and the Jingwei sword changed from the previous slightly scattered syllables to continuous syllables like a typewriter.
The man is the main attacker, and Zhang Xiaoqiang is the main defender. He knows that his speed is far inferior to the man in front of him. The only thing he is stronger than him is his strength. , Zhang Xiaoqiang guarded against splashing water, no matter the man Cheng Liang's long knife slashed from any angle, Zhang Xiaoqiang would be able to slash his crotch immediately.
As time passed, the sky began to brighten, and the physical strength of the two of them had reached their limit. The long knife in the man's hand was still like a big river pouring down endlessly, but the long sword in Zhang Xiaoqiang's hand was like a rock in the river. No matter how high and fast the coming momentum was, he could block it and separate him, but he himself remained motionless. As they kept moving, the two of them kept changing their angles.
Gradually, the two of them arrived at the edge of the simple house. A young man who had been stripped naked was tied to the thick log in front of the simple house. He kept his head down, not knowing whether he was dead or alive.
Zhang Xiaoqiang, this unlucky guy is the lunatic Guo Fei, but now he is in dire straits with the mysterious man, and he has no time to care about Guo Fei's life and death. After he blocks the man's gale-like combo again, he wants to counterattack with his sword After a while, he saw Guo Fei with his head down, slowly drawing circles on the ground with his toes.
Zhang Xiaoqiang doesn't know what trick Guo Fei is playing, he still has to face the man's crazy slashing, the two moved to the edge of the log unconsciously, behind the man is Guo Fei tied up, Guo Fei suddenly raised his head and looked at Zhang Xiaoqiang , Then he moved his eyes to the burning fire.
Zhang Xiaoqiang was slightly dazed by Guo Fei's gesture, but the man seized the opportunity to turn the handle of the knife, and cut Zhang Xiaoqiang a big obliquely. Seeing the blade of the knife coming, Zhang Xiaoqiang subconsciously slashed the knife to his side with the long sword.
"When..." Zhang Xiaoqiang was startled when the sound of the blade of the sword hitting the blade was heard, the sound was wrong.
Today Zhang Xiaoqiang's Jingwei sword kept slashing at the edge of the man's long knife, the metallic sound of the two intersecting had long been imprinted in Zhang Xiaoqiang's heart, but this sound was completely different from the previous one, Zhang Xiaoqiang subconsciously took half a step back and glanced at it out of the corner of his eye.
"broken… "
Zhang Xiaoqiang saw that the back of the long knife fell to his side, and the lower edge of the knife was facing upwards. The man completed two actions in one posture.
This kind of saber movement is very similar to the big sword team's sword technique used to kill devils in the past, except that this man uses it in reverse. Those big sword teams all face up, lift the knife up and then chop down, while the man's knife back is down first, then down and then up. Raise the knife.
It was too late and then it was too late, the man's upper knife had already surpassed Zhang Xiaoqiang's abdomen and lifted it up fiercely.
In the eyes of everyone, Zhang Xiaoqiang was slashed obliquely on the lower abdomen by the man's knife. This knife was so powerful that Zhang Xiaoqiang was directly slashed away by the man.
All the team members raised their Bayi rifles at the same time, aimed at the man and were ready to fire, but the gunshot did not ring out in the end, and the man was about to rush forward and stab Zhang Xiaoqiang, Zhang Xiaoqiang who was lying on the ground sat up suddenly, the spirit in his hand Wei Jian came out of his hand and rolled towards the man in the air.
The man is very confident in the sharpness of his long knife. In his opinion, Zhang Xiaoqiang, who got hit by himself, would be cut by the blade even if he was wearing a body armor. But he didn't expect that Zhang Xiaoqiang would still have the strength to fight back when he sat up. When the long sword came, he lowered his body and let the long sword go. When he stood up straight, Zhang Xiaoqiang also got up from the ground.
The long sword in Zhang Xiaoqiang's hand has already been thrown out by him, and now he is holding the silver desert eagle in his hand. The large-aperture gun is aimed straight at the man, and the man looks at the desert eagle in Zhang Xiaoqiang's hand instead. No longer being cautious, the smile and sarcasm that disappeared from the corner of his mouth returned to his mouth again.
In his opinion, Zhang Xiaoqiang holding a gun is far less threatening than Zhang Xiaoqiang holding a sword. In addition to the ability to double his speed, he also has an ability that no one knows, danger prediction, he can always feel where the danger comes from At this point, the prediction time is not long, just a few seconds, but just these few seconds combined with his extraordinary speed, he is immortal, which is the capital of his life.
Since he acquired this ability, he has never lost a single hair. Even if Zhang Xiaoqiang led his men to shoot him with a dozen rifles, he could avoid it. So he didn't have the slightest fear of the large-caliber pistol in Zhang Xiaoqiang's hand, because he Just pay attention to Zhang Xiaoqiang's pistol.
And Zhang Xiaoqiang, who was holding a long sword, never stopped feeling dangerous when he was fighting with him. That kind of danger is a subtle danger, like a huge boulder hanging above his head. When will it fall.
He doesn't like this feeling very much. What he wants is to control everything in his hands. Since he got the ability, he thinks that he is a god, and all people and zombies should surrender at his feet.
The constant danger emanating from Zhang Xiaoqiang made him uneasy. When Zhang Xiaoqiang raised the pistol, all the uneasiness disappeared, and the feeling of manipulating danger returned. This familiar feeling made him intoxicated.
"Bump..."
A gun flame brighter than a bonfire was ignited by Zhang Xiaoqiang's hand. As the body of the gun danced, bullets flew towards the man one after another. The man backed away slowly, changing various postures while moving. There was a gunshot, dodging the last bullet.
Just as the man was about to charge, a silver pistol that gleamed under the flames slammed at him. The man thought it was funny, he thought Zhang Xiaoqiang was at the end of his rope, and he didn't even bother to block the flying pistol with a long knife.
He was flashing his pistol to continue the interrupted charge just now, when three triangles with black light flew over and nailed his cheek and chest.
"jingle..."
The two triangular thorns were thrown away by the long knife, and the upper body leaned back suddenly to avoid the triangular thorn that shot at the face.
Not long after his body flew into the air, three triangular thorns passed through the position where he had just stood in a zigzag shape. He was about to twist his waist to let himself fall to the ground while his body was still in midair, when suddenly a sense of crisis appeared in his heart again.