A surprising thing happened, Dong Xiaodao actually knocked away the S-level killer Shi Gang for the second time, and the distance he flew out was farther than the last time, four or five meters.
"Ah, Brother Dao is amazing!"
"Brother Dao is a veteran 7th-Rank master. I have been stuck at the 7th-Rank pinnacle for several years. This breakthrough is truly extraordinary!"
"That is good taught by the master..."
The guards behind Zhang Feng exclaimed and applauded. The morale was higher than before.
Because, Dong Xiaodao is not the only one of the eighth rank masters on his side!
Although the enemy has twelve S-rank killers, they really have to fight hard, they are almost evenly matched, plus Zhang Feng, the great master, on the contrary, Zhang Feng has a bigger win, and a lot more.
"The sect master, let's be a little too careful. The S-level killer is not very powerful, either." Ding Xiaoshan walked around behind Zhang Feng, looking at his head, looking wretched.
Zhang Feng ignored him and said loudly: "Knife, the S-level killer is not good at facing the enemy head-on, don't underestimate the enemy!"
"Yes!" Dong Xiaodao responded loudly.
The two in the middle of the road confronted again.
Shi Gang's face was extremely ugly, and he was forced to retreat by an unknown little man in the two fights, which made him feel as if his face was lost.
"Boy, you are dead, come again!"
With a low growl, his figure disappeared again.
Dong Xiaodao kept his eyes closed all the time, like a blind man, but he was more calm and calm. He pushed back powerful enemies twice, giving him strong confidence.
"Swish..." Dong Xiaodao turned his head fiercely with the sound of the breaking wind. The two knives in his hands seemed to not need to be controlled, and he decisively attacked to one side.
A sharp attack, a sword hidden under the other arm, can attack and defend. Obviously, Dong Xiaodao did not forget about it because of his short-term advantage.
In the next moment, a figure appeared behind him!
"Dangdangdang!" Three swords struck, Dong Xiaodao forcibly turned around at the last moment, and with two short swords, all the other party's attacks were taken down.
Then, it was Dong Xiaodao's turn to fight back, his eyes kept closed, his two swords were like splashing water, and a large swath of light was drawn in front of him.
The heavy rain has not stopped, the rain drops under his knife, scattered and splashed, for a while, as if a high-speed rotating ball of light was blocking him.
The guards were stunned by this scene.
"What a quick knife!"
"Deserved
It's Brother Dao..."
However, Zhang Feng suddenly shouted: "Get out of the way!"
With a flash, he rushed out, fast as lightning, like a stream of light, at a distance of seven or eight meters, in the blink of an eye.
Dong Xiaodao was hitting Xing's head. When he heard Zhang Feng's shout, he was instinctive to dodge, but his stubbornness as a warrior appeared inexplicably, which made him hold back his instinct, relying on hearing, to the left side. Stabbed out with a sharp knife.
"Puff..." the sound of the blade stabbing into the body spread.
"No... Maybe!" The one who shouted was Dong Xiaodao. He opened his eyes and looked at the long knife pierced into his abdomen in amazement.
In any case, he couldn't figure it out. The other party was clearly on the left and attacked by himself. Why would he be the one who was hit.
"Knife!"
The shout came with Zhang Feng's figure, grabbed it in the air, and grabbed Shi Gang's head.
"Hehe..." Shi Gang laughed treacherously, his figure disappeared into the air again, the scene was extremely strange.
He even took the knife in his hand and disappeared together.
A stream of blood spurted out, and Dong Xiaodao knelt on one knee, stubbornly pestering the ground with two swords in his hands, struggling to raise his head.
Indomitable, but he has been seriously injured.
"Come on, take a knife and retreat!"
Zhang Feng stood proudly in front of Dong Xiaodao, his face calm, his eagle-like eyes scanned the surroundings, like a radar, looking for the trace of Shi Gang.
The two guards rushed out and ran back with Dong Xiaodao. The excitement and excitement of the guards came to an abrupt end at this moment, and a solemn expression appeared on everyone's face.
The 8-Rank master was severely injured by a single blow. Is this the strength of the S-rank killer
"Jie Jie Jie..." there was a grinning laugh. Shi Gang appeared five meters away, with a triumphant expression on his face, and the blood-stained knife pointed at Zhang Feng, "The next one is you, the ghost killer, the world The throne of the first killer will be mine!"
"By you?"
Zhang Feng locked on him with cold eyes, and a dangerous smile rose from the corner of his mouth, "If you want to be number one in the world, please ask my fist first!"
Before he finished his words, his figure suddenly disappeared, which was comparable to Shi Gang's weird techniques, and disappeared out of thin air.
Shi Gang was shocked, and exclaimed, "Illusion? Impossible..."
Before he finished shouting, he rolled forward, like a lazy donkey rolling in embarrassment.
The sound of breaking air sounded at the same time, and then the clothes tore
When Shi Gang finished rolling and stood up, he found that his ribs felt cold.
Looking down, the clothes were torn apart, and there was a huge opening from the armpit to the waist.
And Zhang Feng, just three meters away, stood with his hand held down, with a piece of black cloth in his right hand.
"you you… "
The cold sweat broke out in an instant, Shi Gang couldn't figure out how, what effort Zhang Feng used and what means he used to attack, he couldn't even see it.
"The reaction is okay, the next trick is to take out your intestines and avenge the knife!"
Zhang Feng threw away the rags, a flash of cold light in his eyes, his figure disappeared out of thin air again, and then a very fast streamer rushed straight to Shi Gang.
"Ah..." Shi Gang also slammed, fully exerting his weird skills, his figure suddenly disappeared, but a cold light appeared in the air.
It was his knife, slashing fiercely towards the streamer, trying to cut the opponent in the middle.
At the moment of the photoelectric flint, the guards, as well as the S-class killers in the three cars on the opposite side, all opened their eyes wide.
When the two figures appeared, both in the three cars or the guards on the opposite side, there were exclaims.
"Wow, I really took it out!"
"Brother Dao, the sect master has avenged you!"
Amid the shouts, Zhang Feng stood in the rain, still standing with his hands behind his back, but his right hand was carrying something indescribable, and the blood was dripping.
About three meters behind him, Shi Gang slowly knelt on the ground, barely supporting the ground with the long knife in his hand, just like Dong Xiaodao was injured in a sneak attack.
"how did you do it?"
Shi Gang turned his head to look at Zhang Feng's back, his face pale, and the shock in his expression had not subsided.
Zhang Feng slowly turned around, and said: "The extreme speed is not something that a self-righteous warrior like you in the eighth rank can understand."
After that, he discarded the bloody thing in his hand.
Seeing this, Shi Gang gave a wry smile, then bowed his head and died tragically on the spot, still maintaining a kneeling posture with a pestle and knife.
The blood was washed away by the rain and gradually spread...
"The master is mighty!"
The badly injured Dong Xiaodao pushed away the brother who supported him and shouted loudly.
Then, the other guards also yelled, and they finally saw Zhang Feng's power. They said they would take out your intestines, and when they said they did it, there was absolutely no room for negotiation!
(End of this chapter)