A small knife is not sharp. It is used to cut steaks at most. However, it is in Zhang Feng's hand, shining with cold light, which signifies the extreme danger of reaching the summit.
Ruosong is also a figure killed on the street, coupled with his martial arts training since childhood, his experience and cultivation are not bad, he can see at a glance that if he doesn't flash Zhang Feng's knife, he will undoubtedly die.
"Ah... Kill!"
Crappy Chinese, but the momentum he shouted was not bad at all. The thick-backed machete didn't raise it high, but it fell extremely fast, and went straight to Zhang Feng's forehead.
If this knife hits, Zhang Feng's head will be split open with a machete, with the miserable consequences of rotten watermelon.
However, Ruosong miscalculated, the machete did not hit Zhang Feng, but was blocked in mid-air by a small knife, and there was even no sound of metal collision.
Everything seemed to be only the moment of impact, and time freezes.
"Why?" Ruosonghui didn't speak much Chinese, and he made a puzzled voice. He couldn't figure out that his knife weighed ten kilograms, and coupled with the fact that he chopped it with all his strength, why was he blocked by a small knife
Could it be that Zhang Feng's arm strength is so powerful that he can't imagine it
For a moment, he thought a lot, but didn't notice, a scornful smile appeared at the corner of Zhang Feng's mouth.
"Too bad!"
Zhang Feng snorted, using a soft force in his hand. The small knife seemed to be welded together with a machete. With his movements, the machete was also moving.
"No!" Ruosong yelled in panic when he found the problem, and controlled the machete to press against Zhang Feng with all his strength.
Because he can't control his knife!
However, it was useless at all, he just couldn't control the machete.
The next moment, Zhang Feng stepped forward, stepping on the corpse on the stairs, and approaching Ruosong. The small knife in his hand slid towards Ruosong along the blade of the thick-backed machete.
Sparks flew everywhere, and Zhang Feng's face was set off, like a fierce general in the battlefield, moving forward, but he was relaxed and freehand when he killed the enemy.
The strength on the machete disappeared, and Ruosong was driven by his own strength, and the whole person rushed forward.
"puff!"
The small knife pierced Ruosong's chest, which was the part of the heart.
Zhang Feng let go of the knife, leaving Ruosong with a dull face, rolled down the stairs, smoothly.
With a hook, he snatched his big knife.
With a ding-ding-ding, Ruosong fell on the platform at the corner of the stairs, pressed a corpse, fell on his back to the ground, the knife on his chest was still there, blood slowly poured out, and his shirt was dyed red.
"Impossible... Impossible..."
With a face full of unwillingness and inconceivability, Ruosong died on the spot. In the end, his eyes were not closed.
Perhaps at the last one, he didn't even figure out what method Zhang Feng used to make himself unable to control the machete, and what caused him to be unable to control his body shape. Finally, he was stabbed in the chest by a small knife. .
"The master is mighty!"
At the entrance of the stairs on the third floor, Song Chunyu raised his arms and shouted, his face flushed with excitement.
The other team members shouted, although only a few people in the front row saw the whole process, but they were equally shocked.
A small knife eliminated an 8-Rank master, and it was extremely easy!
This is the master of the dark night gate, killing the eighth rank is like killing a chicken!
The shouting lasted for half a minute, and Zhang Feng waved his hand, and everyone was quiet.
"Brothers, next, I will hunt the masters, you stay here, and my family will be handed over to you!" Zhang Feng stood at the top of the stairs, holding his hands.
The indifferent smile, the wind is light, and there is no feeling of nervousness because of going to hunt the master.
Eight products, in his eyes, are like pigs and dogs.
"The sect master, don't worry, his subordinates swear to protect the ladies!" Song Chunyu knelt on one knee, clasped his fists, and the muscles on his excited face were trembling.
The master handed over his family to him, and he would do it even if he gave up his life.
This is the spirit of the dark night gate.
Zhang Feng glanced at him, a bit of toothache, and said to his heart that after the word "Mrs.", why add a "men"
"Brothers, work hard!"
Throwing a sentence, Zhang Feng jumped up, the huge bat generally volleyed down the stairs, jumped out of the window, and disappeared.
At the entrance of the stairs, Song Chunyu stood up, pointed the knife to the bottom of the stairs, and shouted loudly: "Brothers, there is a group of chickens and dogs, the host said, everyone work harder and kill them all!"
"Kill...Kill...Kill!"
The roar replied, the morale of the team has been greatly improved again.
Zhang
Feng appeared and killed the 8-Rank master in one fell swoop, which not only greatly improved morale, but also filled everyone with confidence in winning.
Regardless of Zhang Feng's succession to the sect master, he has not yet shown his abilities to the inside of the sect, but he has become the only SS-level assassin in the world during his five-year assassin career.
With a slight display of his skills, Zhang Feng was recognized by everyone in the Chunyu team.
At this time, the Chunyu team was not only fighting desperately because of the spirit of the dark night gate, but also because their sect master had appeared, and continuing to fight was for the sect master.
Zhang Feng's unintentional move has already received a perhaps trivial recognition in the Zhanzitang Tactics Department.
Downstairs, the shouting sounded again. After a brief period of consternation, the Filipino warriors and thugs, driven by the eighth rank warriors at the rear, attacked the upstairs again...
At this time, the four figures had already walked around to the backyard of the hotel.
"Go to the third floor and climb up the drain pipe!"
A man with a scimitar like a cavalry hanging around his waist pointed to the drain pipe on the outer wall of the building and smiled.
The other three were either holding wooden sticks or carrying double knives, and one, with two weird punches pinned to the waist, and they sneered a few times.
The four of them are 8-rank masters. Seeing that they couldn't get in from the stairs inside the building, they planned to climb up from the outer wall. However, the outer wall of the hotel building was smooth, and the windowsill couldn't even put their feet on it. It was easier said than done to climb up from the outer wall.
It's not that these people don't understand Qinggong, but Qinggong is not flying in the air. If you want to climb a wall, only narrow windowsills are not enough.
So they found the drain pipe...
"I'll come first!"
The man with a fist pinned to his waist stepped forward, spit on his palm, and then grabbed the drain pipe and climbed up.
The drain pipe is made of PVC, and it is not very sturdy. It can barely support one person's weight. Others can only look up from the bottom.
At this time, a sound of wind sounded, and Zhang Feng happened to drill out of the window on the stair platform between the third and second floors, using the same force on the drain pipe, and hanging steadily in the air.
Feeling strange, Zhang Feng lowered his head and saw the man climbing below at a glance.
The man below was also looking at him, and the two looked at each other awkwardly...
(End of this chapter)