The low-level warrior who rushed over, while still four or five meters away from Zhang Feng, raised the handle high and pressed the button fiercely with his thumb.
In the next instant, the fire blast exploded fiercely, and a wave of air mixed with minced meat and blood blew towards the surroundings.
The shock wave was very violent, flattening the flowers and trees in a radius of five meters, debris filled the sky, and an arm, accompanied by broken branches and leaves, fell together.
Zhang Feng rolled on the spot, barely avoiding the explosion, but the shock wave still caused a lot of damage to him, his chest was tumbling with blood, and he suffered internal injuries.
Suffocating without vomiting blood, he looked up and found more bloated men running towards him.
"Blast soldier?"
Zhang Feng sneered, grabbed a piece of broken branch and threw it out as a hidden weapon.
With a swish, the sound of breaking through the air was comparable to the loud explosion just now. After all, it was not a professional hidden weapon. Under Zhang Feng's infuriating blessing, it made a sharp sound.
A running low-level warrior was hit in the neck by the snag without a chance to react. The huge force, like a stop effect caused by a firearm, drove him into the air with his legs and fell heavily to the ground.
With a loud bang, the bomb on his body exploded, and the sky was full of flesh and blood. The air wave once again smoothed out a piece of flowers and trees, making the exquisite garden more and more messy.
However, this was only the second self-explosive soldier, and there were seventeen or eight people who were running towards Zhang Feng.
"Humph!" Zhang Feng made a heavy voice, grabbing a few broken branches and throwing them out one after another with a hidden weapon.
These "self-explosive soldiers" are all low-level warriors, and they don't have the strength to dodge hidden weapons at all. Every broken branch hit a person.
In two seconds, five people fell.
But the explosion did not happen again, and they did not have time to press the button on the handle.
Zhang Feng did not continue to throw the snags, because there were no suitable ones around, either too broken or too big...
For a time, he fell into a huge crisis.
"Zhang Feng, go on!"
Xue Chen's shout came. She was on the balcony on the second floor, yelling at Zhang Feng, and then threw the dagger at Zhang Feng.
The cold light flew in, and the sound of breaking through the air was astonishing as a dragon chant.
Zhang Feng leaped up, volleyed, and centered the hilt of the dagger. The dagger immediately changed its flying direction and shot towards one.
A spontaneously rushing soldier.
With a puff, the short sword pierced his chest until it reached the handle.
This guy knelt on the ground in astonishment and raised his head sharply. Seeing that Zhang Feng was only five or six meters away from him, he simply raised the handle and pressed the switch fiercely.
There was a loud noise, and the air wave swept across the flowers and trees within a range of five or six meters.
Zhang Feng was a little far away, and was also struck by the air waves, as if he was punched hard in the chest, flew out more than two meters, and fell to the ground.
He immediately turned over and stood up with a harrier, his chest churned with blood, and he spouted a mouthful of blood.
He was wounded and his weapons were gone. There were all self-explosive soldiers rushing over. If they rushed to the front and detonated the bill, Zhang Feng would definitely die even if he was a veteran master.
The situation is extremely dangerous.
"Zhang Feng!"
At this time, Xue Chen on the balcony let out another stern cry, and a cold light immediately hit.
Zhang Feng didn't think about it at all, and with incomparable trust, he directly jumped into the air, grabbed the dagger, and threw it at the nearest battered soldier.
"Bah..." The guy was pierced with a short sword, knelt on the ground with his hands in his hands, with an expression of disbelief on his face.
Another battered soldier died, but there are... ten more!
They screamed, rushing towards Zhang Feng from all directions, with savage expressions on their faces, they did not put their own lives in their eyes, let alone take the enemy's lives seriously.
To die together is their goal.
At the very dangerous moment, Zhang Feng was extremely calm, scanning his eyes and immediately judging the situation, and then he jumped and flew high into the air, reaching a height of five or six meters.
A self-explosive soldier rushed over and saw Zhang Feng jump into the sky. He raised his head and looked suspicious. He didn't understand whether he should set off the exploding bill.
But the next moment, another self-explosive soldier a few meters away held up the handle, shouted, and pressed the switch.
There was a loud bang, and the air wave pushed over like a wall, blowing all the surrounding battered soldiers to the ground.
But Zhang Feng, who was in the air, followed the air wave, and magically changed the direction of his progress, jumped more than ten meters, and came to a tree on the edge of the garden.
"Huh..." Seeing this scene, Xue Chen let out a long sigh, his legs softened, and he slumped on the ground.
Just now, she thought Zhang Feng was going to be blown to death.
The heart is mentioned in the throat, the adrenaline soars, and the mentality is fierce,
Fortunately, Zhang Feng was extremely wise. In a desperate situation, he figured out a way to get out of trouble and implemented it successfully. Even if he stood on a tree and vomited blood, it was much better than being killed on the spot.
Xue Chen looked at Zhang Feng on the tree. He felt distressed and fortunate. He had soft legs and couldn't stand up, so he didn't help at all. He quietly leaned on the guardrail and slowly returned his breath, waiting for the body to metabolize the adrenaline. .
"Cough cough... Cough cough..." Zhang Feng coughed a few times, and all that was ejected was blood. Although he escaped and ascended to the sky, he still suffered serious injuries by using the explosive air wave to escape. The internal organs were displaced and the internal injuries were very serious.
There were still seven battered soldiers in the garden, including a few who were fought by the air wave but were still alive. They stood up forcibly.
"Zhang Feng is there, rush over!"
A battered soldier shouted and ran wildly again.
The others seemed to be crazy, not caring whether they would die or not, Sa Yazi ran wildly, rushing to reincarnate.
"I don't want to live anymore, I'll give you a ride!"
Standing on the thick branch, Zhang Feng gave a sneer, stretched out his hand and broke a branch, then used the branch as a hidden weapon and threw it out fiercely.
The sound of breaking through the air exploded, and then disappeared suddenly, and a self-explosive soldier covered his throat and fell with his head up.
Under the hidden weapon of the great master, the mere low-level warriors had no resistance at all.
The other battered soldiers ended up in the same way. Before they ran under the tree, Zhang Feng used a hidden weapon made from branches to kill them one by one. In less than ten seconds, the garden went silent.
Broken flesh, blood, broken branches and flowers, the ground was messy, and a few thugs who retreated to the corner with horrified faces, they chose to escape when the battered soldiers attacked.
"Nan Liu, is this your last trick?"
Zhang Feng fell from the tree and walked towards Nanliu, who was hiding behind the Grand Master's chair.
With a plop, Nan Liu sat down on the ground, his face full of horror, cold sweat ran down his bald head and wet the shirt collar.
Seeing Zhang Feng walk in front of him, he hurriedly shouted: "I am not Nan Liu, a stand-in, I am a stand-in. He and Abno ran away from the tunnel together!"
Hearing this, Zhang Feng grabbed his collar and lifted him up, and asked in a deep voice, "Where is the tunnel?"
(End of this chapter)