Before he could wipe the blood from his face, he felt a chill coming from his erect neck. Then he felt a spontaneous spin, and the moment his head fell to the ground, he could clearly see his body falling down.
He blinked his eyes and lost his vitality completely.
"It's your time!"
Zhang Yi had no intention of stopping, and swung his sword straight to the iron chain man. When he had just taken action, he noticed a chill coming from his side. He immediately turned the sword and slashed behind him.
, dozens of tiny silver needles fell to the ground.
This also made the iron chain man escape his life and his body kept retreating. When he came to his senses, he was already in a state of cold sweat. His eyes were filled with blood.
Fear.
"What is this kid's background? Why is his killing spirit so strong?"
The iron chain man was confused and didn't dare to approach Zhang Yi for a moment. He felt that he had just walked around the gate of hell.
Princess Ziling was dealing with the opponent while observing the person who used the hidden weapon. When Zhang Yi was attacked, Princess Ziling keenly discovered that it was the person who had avoided Zhuge's magic arrow before, and she had been hiding in the corner before.
The silent person, "It turns out it's you!"
"Senior Brother, I have found the person who casts the hidden weapon, it is him!"
Princess Zi Ling pointed to the man who had been inconspicuous in the darkness, and reminded him by the sound of the bell.
"It's him!"
A look of surprise flashed in Zhang Yi's eyes, and he ran towards the man with the long sword in his hand, but soon five more people surrounded him and did not give him a chance to get close to the man.
"Get out!"
Zhang Yi shouted angrily, murderous intent burst out in his eyes, and the long sword in his hand seemed to be affected by a trace of influence. A sharp murderous intent erupted out of it, and gradually turned into a strange blood-red, like a handle.
Bloodthirsty Sword.
Zhang Yi also discovered the changes in the sword in his hand, but he didn't have time to think about it. Several people waved the weapons in his hand and rushed towards Zhang Yi, causing a fatal move. But when Zhang Yi was about to take action, he saw him accompanying him.
A sound of breaking through the air sounded, and five magic arrows stabbed/entered their hearts from a strange angle. The person who took action was Princess Ziling.
Zhang Yi pulled out the five magic arrows and continued to run towards the inconspicuous man.
Just now, Zhang Yi killed two people, and Princess Ziling killed five more people, leaving only twenty-three death row prisoners on the field, while Zhang Yi and Princess Ziling were only injured.
"That's so wonderful, this is definitely the most exciting battle I've ever seen in my life!"
"The sword shows blood when it comes to the sword, and the one in Miss Jiuer's hand is the legendary Zhuge crossbow? As expected, it's the same as the rumor. You will see blood when you shoot an arrow!"
"It seems that Zhang Fan and his sister still have a chance to win."
Many viewers were already excited to stand up to watch, for fear of missing every exciting moment.
On the ring, there were corpses of death row prisoners piled up everywhere. The dead row prisoner who was still alive may be afraid of the Zhuge crossbow in Princess Ziling's hand. For a moment, no one stopped Zhang Yi's way, for fear that the arrow would be shot.
On myself.
Princess Ziling resisted the attacks of ten people with an iron umbrella, which shows how quickly her control over her own power and her control have improved during this period.
"Are you sure you won't do it?"
At this time, the man who had always been very low-key suddenly spoke. His voice was full of magnetic properties, and he was born with a sense of obedience.
"You are a damn old man. If you have the ability, you can go. Don't just play tricks behind your back!"
Someone scolded him in dissatisfaction.
Under such extreme environments, people's emotions are always prone to collapse.
"Then you can die!"
The man said lightly, then he raised his hand slightly, and a silver needle penetrated through the person who was talking, ending the man's life.
The silver needle that Zhang Yi and Princess Ziling can dodge does not mean that others can dodge.
Seeing this, Zhang Yi stopped and looked at the man with interest. He was happy to see the death row prisoners kill each other.
"Mad Needle! Are you crazy? Now we are all grasshoppers on the same rope, why are you killing him?"
Another person scolded him in dissatisfaction.
"Are the grasshoppers on a rope? I don't like grasshoppers, so...you go and die too!"
After the words came to an end, the person who spoke fell down again, and another person died under his silver needle.
This made the people who were originally going to scold him shut their mouths honestly, but unexpectedly he looked at the few people and asked, "Are you still sure you won't do it?"
He sat on the ground from beginning to end, his eyes as calm as ever, as if everything around him had nothing to do with him.
The remaining few people looked at each other, gritted their teeth, and roared at Zhang Yi, but they were already confused. They were still Zhang Yi's opponent. The blood-colored sword in Zhang Yi's hand was swinging.
During this time, with the flash of blood, several people fell to the ground.
Now, there are only ten death row prisoners who can stand on the huge ring. The dense corpses are lying on the ground, and the blood is even more dyed red. A smell of blood is also spreading in the air, but this makes the audience
An increasingly atmosphere.
Zhang Yi had cleared all the obstacles. Without any stop, he waved his sword to kill Kuangzi again. Kuangzi had no intention of dodging. He slowly stood up from the ground, clapped his palm and said relaxedly.
: "What's your name?"
He was as calm as if he was not the enemy in front of him, but an old friend he had not seen for many years, as if he did not take Zhang Yi's sword seriously.
"Zhang Fan!"
Zhang Yi's movements in his hand did not stop and slashed straight towards Kuang Needle's head. But when the sword edge was about to fall, Kuang Needle raised his arm calmly. When the two collided, only a wave of metal was heard.
With the sound of collision, Zhang Yi's long sword did not enter a single moment.
Zhang Yi frowned slightly. You must know that his sword had been destroyed even in the martial arts arena, but now it was blocked by Kuang Needle with one hand.
"No need to be so surprised, my hands have been modified."
Kuang Needle seemed to see Zhang Yi's thoughts, and calmly lifted his arm, revealing the arm made of iron inside. No wonder he had always put his palm in his sleeves before.
"The transformation is so well done? The silver needle is perfect. What is your relationship with the blacksmith?"
Such excellent craftsmanship reminded Zhang Yi of the blacksmith and asked frowned.
"Why do you have something to do with him? Are you not a disciple of the two academies, three sects and six sects? You don't know about the Shenlian Sect!"
"Can a mere blacksmith be compared with my Shenlian Sect?"
Kuang Needle doesn't seem to mind exposing his identity, and just contempts the blacksmith.
"Shenlian Sect?!"
Zhang Yi really didn't know much about the Shenlian Sect, but he heard that he was also one of the three sects. He thought he should be more vigilant.