He said that the speed was slow, but Zhang Feng didn't mean to be negligent at all. After all, the matter of life and death, pretending to be forced and saving one's life are two different things.
Moreover, the powerful strength shown by the puppet warrior also made him secretly jealous.
A one-foot-deep pit was smashed into the ground with a single blow. Even a great master might not be able to achieve this kind of strength!
"Come again!"
Zhang Feng temporarily gave up his attack and used the Ye Feng Juying Figure to move around in a narrow area. He wanted to understand the strength of the puppet warrior.
"Whhhhhh..." A burst of breaking wind came, and the momentum was astonishing.
With a glance, Zhang Feng squinted his eyes slightly, flew into the air, forcibly twisted his body, and made a difficult turning movement in mid-air.
Immediately, two huge heavy hammers slashed under him, and the broken corners of the clothes were hung by the iron nails on the heavy hammers. With a piercing sound, the tunic suit on Zhang Feng's body was completely broken.
He prodded his long legs and kicked the warlord who was holding two heavy hammers. The warlord didn't move, but Zhang Feng flew out.
A harrier in the volley turned over and stood firmly on the ground. Zhang Feng waved off the broken Chinese tunic suit. Feeling the shirt was in the way, he simply tore it to pieces, revealing a strong and explosive upper body.
The dagger flicked, pointing diagonally to the ground, and the one-foot-long sword light at the tip of the sword swallowed. The shape is as cool as it is cool.
On the opposite side, the five black warriors who were more than two meters tall and strong like rhinos were not afraid of Wei Ran. Their fighting intentions were soaring, and their faces even showed excitement.
"Puppet warrior, really amazing!"
Zhang Feng praised it loudly, not because he complimented Chen Jiuxiang, but because he was excited when he encountered a powerful enemy.
"Where is this, you will see what they are really good at." Chen Jiuxiang's dirty face was filled with a smug smile, his teeth grinned, his face became more and more vicious.
The next moment, he waved his hand seemingly at random, and the five puppet warlords all raised their heads and screamed, sounding like an iron rod hitting a steel plate.
Immediately afterwards, the five warlords rushed towards Zhang Feng again, not to mention faster, each of the warlords opened their eyes, and the dark green light was actually ignited in the completely black eye sockets.
Upon seeing this, Zhang Feng's heart sank, and decisively attacked first, beware of being surrounded by five fighters and falling into a huge passivity.
He has an intuition that perhaps the strength of the five warriors has reached
At the level of the ninth rank, even when he was on the island, he was at the level of strength under the pseudo-master condition.
In other words, I have to face the siege of five pseudo-masters!
"Hey..." the sword came out, and the dragon groaned, a sword that was as fast as lightning, and accurately hit the throat of the warlord holding the heavy sword.
The great master's sword power can directly pierce the human neck without even trying to block the spine.
However, this sword pierced the warlord's throat, and there was a harsh sound of metal rubbing, and even cremation shots, illuminating the warlord's hideous, pitch-black face.
"Copper skin and iron bones!"
Zhang Feng secretly said in his heart, and immediately moved forward, dodge the big knife that was hacked from the side, and jumped out of the battle group again.
The five warlords immediately caught up and continued the siege. Among them, the warlord who used the bow and arrow, slightly behind, pulled the bowstring full while running, and after a slight sour sound, there was a "boom".
The one-meter-long black iron arrow, like a flying snake that chooses to eat, flew straight to Zhang Feng, faster than Zhang Feng’s swordsmanship, and reached Zhang Feng’s side in the blink of an eye, and went straight down his ribs. .
"be careful!"
A scream came from a distance. It was Xue Chen. Although she left the battle group obediently, she did not go far. Standing at the highest point of the stacked containers, she was observing the battlefield from a distance of thirty or forty meters.
At this moment, he yelled hurriedly when he saw the bow and arrow warlord sneak attack.
Zhang Feng was promoted to the Grand Master, and his perception was greatly improved. He was aware of the bow and arrow as soon as he struck, but the speed of the bow and arrow was too fast. He made a dodge action and was still rubbed by the iron arrow and stayed under his rib A wound of more than ten centimeters was laid.
The wound was not deep, but there was still blood flowing out, and soon the waist of the pants was dyed red, leaving a mark as big as a palm.
"Zhang Feng, you... be careful!"
On the container, Xue Chen saw this scene and stomped anxiously, wishing to rush up to help.
Fortunately, she was well-informed and strong-minded, and was not dazzled by anxiety, otherwise, with her strength, rushing forward would only add chaos to Zhang Feng.
"Got it!"
Zhang Feng collected his sword, quickly left the battle group to avoid being besieged, and responded casually, expressing his relaxed state.
In fact, his eyes already showed a look of surprise.
The majesty of the great master’s sword, even the skin of the puppet warrior did not break open.
On the contrary, he was injured in a sneak attack. This shows how difficult the puppet battle will be, not to mention, there are still five!
Can't break their defenses, shatter their internal organs with infuriating energy
An idea came out of his mind, and Zhang Feng implemented it decisively, broke into the battle group, blocked the attack of the heavy sword and the spear with skill, and deceived him to approach the warlord with the spear.
"Broken Moon Palm!"
Zhang Feng let out a low growl, his left arm rushed out from under his ribs like a ****, and he slapped the warlord's chest with a palm.
The dull sound echoed in the small courtyard, as if slapped heavily on the steel plate, there was a bell ringing sound.
The worn-out armor on the front of the warlord’s chest was dusty, like a big cannon blasting on his chest, and the huge force shook it back again and again, and fell heavily to the ground.
The battle group was slapped by Zhang Feng, and a gap was broken.
Taking a closer look, Zhang Feng's mouth curled, "But so!"
I saw that the spear of the lance warlord had been thrown away. It was lying on the ground, its chest was obviously sunken in, and the battle armor was also cracked, revealing a black chest with a metallic luster, and there was a left on it. Obvious handprints.
The warlord struggled to get up, but it was hit hard, its body was tall, big, and very heavy, and it didn't get up for a long time.
"impossible!"
Upon seeing this scene, Chen Jiuxiang's expression changed drastically, and he screamed.
Seeing Zhang Feng, who was under siege, once again displayed a ghostly body technique, approaching the warlord who fell on the ground, anxiously he quickly printed on his chest.
The faint green light in Lance Zhanjiang's eyes suddenly became stronger, and it seemed to be dazzling. Then, it stood up and sat up, its sunken chest quickly bulged, and its eyes fixed on Zhang Feng.
"Look at your recovery faster, or I can fight faster!"
Zhang Feng rushed over, the short sword was a little on the ground, and after borrowing the force, the speed was faster, and in an instant he rushed to the front of the spear warrior.
Then, he slapped his head with a palm.
The warlord seemed to have a fighting instinct, and quickly raised his arms and hugged his head.
The next moment, "Boom!" With a dull loud noise, Zhang Feng slapped a palm on the warlord’s left forearm, and his arms were immediately pressed on top of his head. Then, the head was pressed with great force. Hang down.
Click! The warlord’s neck was broken on the spot, his head hung on his chest...
(End of this chapter)