The martial artist of the eighth rank, the power of the round, can be compared with Zhang Feng not long ago. Although the combat effectiveness of the martial artist cannot be compared with just the skill, it can be seen that Zhou Yaowu's strength is strong.
If he was fighting against an ordinary martial artist, and there were two eighth-rank martial arts and three seventh-rank martial arts next to him, and they besieged together, the opponent's fate would be expected.
However, the person he faced was Zhang Feng.
Seeing Zhou Yaowu's attack coming, Zhang Feng hummed faintly, without giving him a straight eye, and flicking the short sword in his hand, like a poisonous dragon coming out of a hole, piercing the opponent's throat.
The unremarkable move belongs to the basic skills of swordsmanship, but in Zhang Feng's hands, it exerts the power of Superman.
Before the dagger came, Zhou Yaowu felt a tingling in his throat, and his heart was shocked for a moment, forcing him to temporarily change his tricks, hurriedly sideways, dodge Zhang Feng's tricks.
Before he could stand firm and change his move, the short sword in Zhang Feng's hand seemed to have a tracking function, stabbing it again, the target was still his throat.
"Help!"
Zhou Yaowu yelled, turning around and flashing again.
He wasn't stupid. He didn't apply for the job with Zhang Feng with his passion. He was a little bit contemptuous, which in turn proved that Zhang Feng's strength far exceeded his expectations.
"on!"
"help!"
"Find Zhang Feng's family and kill!"
"Enclose him first!"
The other five masters rushed into the ward one after another, and after screaming, they attacked Zhang Feng one after another.
Five people besieged and forced Zhang Feng to swing a sword to defend, giving up the pursuit of Zhou Yaowu.
Zhou Yaowu breathed a sigh of relief. He was still in shock. He was planning to fight another battle. Only then did he see from the outside light that Ye Qingxuan and Qin Hongyi, two women, were cautiously shrinking in the corner, and the family did not run at all.
"Block him, I will deal with these two women!"
With a toothy grin, Zhou Yaowu used his posture, soared directly into the air, pressed against the ceiling of the ward, and rushed towards the two women in the corner.
At the same time, the other five masters also frequently used tricks, intending to drag Zhang Feng tightly.
As long as he traps Zhang Feng, kills his wife and mother-in-law, and loses his loved ones, he will go crazy.
Although the mad fighters are terrible, their staying power after the outbreak is generally very short. They only need to avoid the front.
After the mang, Zhang Feng will be weak next, and it's time for them to kill Zhang Feng.
Fighting requires a routine.
Seeing that Zhou Yaowu had already vacated, Zhang Feng's indifferent expression slightly changed and became even colder.
"You can try!"
During his busy schedule, Zhang Feng threw a word, his momentum hit the apex in an instant. The entire ward seemed to be thrown into the north pole where the wind was hanging around. The curtains, bed sheets, and even the movable equipment of the six killers were all caught by the gale. Blow.
"Be careful!"
Another warrior of the Zhou family found anomalies and retreated with a shout.
The others hadn't reacted yet, and Zhang Feng's attack had arrived.
Sweep...
The blade and hilt of the dagger were no more than one meter away. During the sweep, the control area was not large. The four people surrounding Zhang Feng could dodge as long as they stepped back, but after they took a step back, they all regretted it.
The sword edge passed, and there was still a bit of edge vomiting at the tip of the sword.
"Sword Qi?"
The warrior of the Li family who had questioned Zhou Yaowu screamed in surprise.
Without waiting for others to respond, there seemed to be a stream of air passing over his neck, leaving a blood line, and his eyes widened at this moment.
In the next second, the red thread split and turned into a terrifying wound. The cut carotid artery immediately turned into a fountain, spraying a stream of warm blood directly on the roof.
The atmosphere in the ward became horrified and terrifying at this moment.
Immediately afterwards, the second martial artist of the Xu family, he heard the yelling of his companion, and turned his head hurriedly, but saw the scene of blood flying, and the soul burst out in an instant, bowing his head instinctively.
Slowly, the air flow skipped his forehead.
The motion of bowing his head continued, and when he stopped, the part above his forehead separated from his head...
After all, the remaining two warriors who besieged Zhang Feng were behind. When Zhang Feng's dagger was swung back, they also discovered the abnormality of their companions and tried their best to lower their heads to dodge.
With a bang, the air flow skipped the wall, leaving a two-inch deep gully, exposing the steel bars in the wall, and even leaving obvious notches on the steel bars, and the metallic luster of the wound was very obvious.
Hearing the strange noise, the two looked back at this scene, their feet were soft, and they could hardly stand up.
One of them is an eight-rank martial artist, more knowledgeable, and called strangely on the spot
: "Ninth-Rank, it is the sword aura of the Ninth-Rank martial artist!"
The shout stunned Zhou Yaowu in the air, the eighth-rank martial artist who retreated, and another seventh-rank martial artist in the encirclement circle. Zhou Yaowu almost fell directly from the air.
You know, the gap between the eighth-rank martial arts and the seventh-rank martial arts is a difficult ditch to climb. Among the 100 seventh-rank martial arts, the ones who can break through the eighth-rank martial arts, but only six or seven people.
At this stage, many seventh-rank martial artists have given up, but there is still hope after all, and there are still many people working hard.
And between the eighth rank and the ninth rank, there is no effort to be able to climb over. Opportunity and perception are indispensable. The ninth rank martial artist is already rare among the martial artists.
Facing the eighth-rank, the seventh-rank martial artist can also win by relying on the advantage of quantity. When facing the ninth-rank, the eighth-rank is like an ant.
So some people called out the "Nine-Rank", and they also testified with Jianqi in the air. The fear in their hearts can be imagined.
"Withdraw, withdraw!"
Zhou Yaowu, who was sticking to the roof of the shed like a gecko, gave a strange cry, and ran hurriedly to the door of the ward, still crawling on the roof of the shed.
He has given up on raiding Zhang Feng's relatives. As for whether he will use the second set of plans, adjust the tiger away from the mountain and lead Zhang Feng away, and he knows that he hasn't considered it at all.
Of the other three people, one went straight to the window and planned to break the window and jumped off the building, the other two turned around and ran.
"Can you run?"
Zhang Feng's indifferent expression was like an ancient well without waves, he seemed to swing his sword casually, and his dagger flew out like a long rainbow circling the sun.
With a duh, the eighth-rank master who was about to jump the window, his figure soaring into the air, was driven by a strong force, hit the wall next to him, and was directly nailed to the wall.
There was blood flowing in his mouth, and his wide-open eyes contained deep and extreme fear in addition to the unbelievable.
"Nine... Nine products... It's really nine..."
Before finishing speaking, he died on the spot.
Ignoring the situation behind him, Zhang Feng used the Ye Feng Jueying Body Art, and the moment the two enemies escaped from the room, they came behind them.
With his arms outstretched, he easily grabbed the back of the two men by the neck.
"dead!"
The low growl without emotion in his whole life was followed by two piercing and crisp noises.
A little 7th-Rank master and a real 8-Rank master, under Zhang Feng's palm, was severely chopped off his cervical spine, his head tilted to the side.
(End of this chapter)