Lefu refused Zhao Yingkong's support and shook her head and stood up by herself. She noticed the samurai sword, her face dimmed, and she whispered: "Is Shi Wanqi dead?"

Zhao Yingkong stared at Strey without blinking and replied: "What you should pay attention to now is the enemy in front of you, and don't let your emotions affect your fighting spirit."

Having said that, when Lefu said the three words "Shi Wanqi", Zhao Yingkong's hand holding the knife still tightened. How could Lefu's Lanxin Huizhi not understand? He just gritted his teeth and stopped asking more questions. The two stood side by side, causing Stree to be alert on the other side.

Strey is a person who likes to hide his strength. He knows the importance of low-key. Although he usually looks humble in the team, this does not mean that he is much worse than others. He is unwilling to fight with the two, even if he is much stronger than the two. Compared to frontal battles, Strey prefers to reap the benefits. Because once he enters the battle, it means that variables will be generated, and variables may lead to death.

Not only that, in his opinion, the new man from Zhongzhou team is much stronger than Ward, and he may be able to decide the winner in a short while. If he cannot kill these two women in a short time, he will have no way out!

Stry hesitated. He wanted to leave directly, but he couldn't bear to give up the golden reward points of the two. However, he has always been a person who knows how to choose. After thinking about it, he said loudly: "Since you like to fight, then that idiot will be left to you."

As he said that, he turned around and released a chain, nailed it to the roof of the distant place and was about to escape. Even if it was only one percent possible, he would never want to capsize the boat in this gutter!

Zhao Yingkong would not give him a chance to escape, so he jumped onto the roof and chased him. Stry cursed and released four chains with his backhand. Lefu seized the opportunity, and the flame waves of the flame talisman followed closely. As a last resort, Stry could only withdraw the chain back to protect his body. He did not want to fight for a long time, so he activated the only chain to fly away.

The silver light came, and the chain was shot into two pieces without any place to leverage. Stry fell heavily to the ground in mid-air. Unlike his shock, Lev suddenly became energetic and shouted: "Zhang Heng, have you recovered?"

"Well... I still feel a little weak. The consumption of the wind arrow is too high. You can wait for me for another minute, and ten minutes will pass soon!"

[Wind Arrow], Lefu witnessed this amazingly powerful arrow skill not long ago. This is a powerful skill brought by Zhang Hengfeng's elf bloodline. The only disadvantage is that his body is weak and powerless after ten minutes of use. In order to save Wei Yan, Zhang Heng launched this skill in a hasty manner. Unfortunately, Zhang Heng didn't know what happened to Zhang Heng, so he missed the arrow and shot only a bungalow building to collapse.

But even so, Stry was so scared that he gave up the pursuit, and the three of them could drag Zheng Zha to come.

"Just aim at yours, you must not make any mistakes in this arrow." Zhao Yingkong cut off a chain and held the headset and said. She didn't have to think about it, she knew that Zhang Heng had made a mistake in the first arrow, but he could not make any mistakes this time. She consumed too much in the battle with Gonzalez. Zhao Yingkong is now at the end of his strength, but he just insisted on making the other party think that she could continue to fight.

Stry could hear it clearly, and his face changed continuously. He used the chains to wrap around Zhao Yingkong and turned over to rush towards Lefu. The second-level gene lock opened without reservation, and almost in the blink of an eye, he came to him. A flower in front of Lefu's eyes, and his ruthless claws had already covered her chest. If this grab was true, not to mention her delicate body, even the stubborn stones would have to be shattered. Stry had foreseeed the scene of blood gushing, and couldn't help but smile hideously.

Lefu put her palms on her back. She practiced this move for more than a hundred times, and never had it been as smooth and rapid as it was. The huge force of destroying gold and broken stone seemed to have become a master, and she twisted aside crookedly. However, the remaining power was also called Lefu's rare parry, and she flew back several meters and hit the wall heavily.

Zhao Yingkong rushed over and stopped Stry who wanted to continue chasing.

"It's still not possible..." Lefu supported himself up and spit out a mouthful of blood. "He is too strong, even the basic boxing technique..." Zhao Yingkong was constantly being forced back. Although he seemed a little embarrassed, he never asked the other party's fist to hit him. There were even a few chances to suppress him, but he was tied up by those strange chains.

Lefu saw it and suddenly realized something. Just as she was thinking, Zhang Heng's voice finally rang out again.

"Okay! I'm ready! Do you need me to shoot arrows now?!"

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Zheng Zha wandered in the cramped room. He didn't think about how to shoot, but his mind was full of the steps Zhao Yingkong took when he was training. Without opening the second-level gene lock, even he would suffer a great loss in front of Zhao Yingkong. This all depends on Zhao Yingkong's superb skills and skills. The skills of those assassins are the best way to deal with white men now.

"I have heard your voice! Do you think a sneak attack can kill me?!" The sound of fist sounded and the words sounded at once, and a white light burst into pieces, shattering a wall. The light spread into the dim room. Ward narrowed his eyes and searched for Zheng Zha's figure in the smoke and dust.

Zheng Zha did not disappoint him, but a knife was slashed in the head. The strong wind blew away the obstruction of the situation. Zheng Zha slashed with two more swords. Ward laughed. All he wanted was a hearty battle. He roared and his fist buzzed the blade. Zheng Zha unconsciously used the power of the gene lock, but was still shocked to take a step back and tore the tiger's mouth apart.

Seeing Zheng Zha appearing surprised, Ward raised his punch and said, "You can't beat me with the power of the second-level gene lock!" Zheng Zha took a punch with the knife face and used the force to hide in the darkness again.

"I have strengthened my fighting spirit to the advanced stage, and I am full of protection. Even if you hide here for the rest of your life, I will never kill me. If I were you, I would come out and fight with joy!"

Ward rushed into the darkness and kicked unscrupulously. He deliberately forced Zheng Zha out and released his fighting spirit without reservation. If he was an old warrior before, it would be like a self-propelled fortress. Countless fighting spirit balls, the Dou Qi thin blades shot from his body, and soon the four walls of the room were riddled with holes. Bands of light were thrown from the holes. Although there were smoke and dust as a cover, it was obvious that Zheng Zha would not have been hiding for long.

Zheng Zha ignored the other party's "arrogance" and calmed down and thought about Zhao Yingkong's stealth skills. "Assassin's stealth, assassin's skills... If I were Zhao Yingkong, what would I do now..."

Thinking in my mind, my feet began to move unconsciously. From silent thoughts to low thoughts, and then from low thoughts to firm reciting: "If I were Zhao Yingkong, I should... do this!"

He raised his head and his blank eyes met Ward's surprised gaze. The Azure Dragon Sword slashed away. Ward heard his murmur to himself and was ready to fight back. Unexpectedly, Zheng Zha suddenly withdrew the knife and hid in the dark again.

He punched the air, as if his full strength fell on the soft cotton without any effort. This feeling of loss made Ward feel so angry that he then secretly screamed. The battle of death does not require thousands of moves back and forth, but in a short moment, he can decide the outcome.

The fighting spirit burst out with a blazing light in his hands, illuminating Zheng Zha's cold face as cold as death.

The red light and the white light blend in an instant, the white one is the fist and the red one is the knife!

Ward only held on for a while, and then flew out uncontrollably. His strong body, which seemed like a giant bear, rolled away like a mud ball, and crashed into three houses in a row before he could barely stop.

Ward raised his eyes and saw Zheng Zha approaching. He struggled and was about to get up. The Green Dragon Sword cut off his limbs a few times. The man, who looked like a giant bear, bit his lower lip tightly, his face was covered in cold sweat, and he was almost fainting when the pain was about to faint.

"It's a man." Zheng Zha pinched his neck and gently lifted him up. "It's a pity that I can't let you die now, I'm sorry."

Ward suddenly burst into laughter when he heard this and shouted, "If you lose, you will lose. How can you be right or not?"

He was an open-minded person, who was a little beyond Zheng Zha's imagination. It was the first time he saw such a person who was not afraid of death. He felt suspicious and tentative: "It seems that you are not afraid of death?"

"Anyway, I can be resurrected once, and I will definitely beat you next time I fight!"

Zheng Zha stopped asking more questions, kept the man's words in his heart, and just smiled coldly and carried him back.

(Can be resurrected... It seems that there are still many things we don't know in the main god space...)

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"Wait!" Zhao Yingkong suddenly refused, and then gave Lefu a wink.

Lefu didn't see it, but even if she couldn't see it, she knew that Zhao Yingkong needed her help at this time. She quickly slapped a few spells on herself and ran behind Strey with her footsteps.

Speaking of which, although she is a witch, she has also practiced melee punches and kicks. The first exchange [Basic Fist] and the first exchange [Basic Fist] that she exchanged after the end of the previous horror film are all getting worse and worse on the route of melee.

These two "basics" are the same as the kind of [basic light skills] exchanged by Zheng Zha, and of course it is much cheaper. The introduction given by the main god is: the introductory skills of martial arts in the martial arts world. It is generally similar to learning martial arts in Shaolin Temple. First of all, you have to learn a set of Arhat Fist. In comparison, these basic martial arts are not as good as those in the martial arts world. To put it bluntly, everyone can learn the basic skills that are circulated in the martial arts world, and no one is interested in learning them.

Because these basics, except for the basic light skills that need to be driven by internal force, the others are just a move. With this reward point, most people will choose to exchange for some weapons. After all, there is no internal force trick, and it is not as powerful as a set of turtles.

Lefu is not most people. She hardly knows any fighting skills. Redeeming this is just to make up for the shortcomings. And if she doesn't understand it, it doesn't mean she has no talent.

Sometimes people and geniuses are only a little bit connected.

Stry felt the approaching breath behind him, attracting the chains to rush behind him. Compared to this useless woman, the female assassin in front of him was even more difficult. Time became tighter, and he couldn't help but feel anxious. Beads of sweat were as big as beans from his forehead. He only knew the rogue skills of street fighting, and these skills were even worse than shit in front of the other side. Even if he opened the second-level gene lock, what could he do if he couldn't fight?

Zhao Yingkong did not confront him head-on, but just wandered around him and harassed him. It seemed that she was born to know how to fight with a second-level genetic lock, which made Stry anxious. And the more anxious he was, the more flaws he had. Gradually, he forgot his plan to escape, and became angry and snatched.

Stry was attacking with all his heart, and with a sudden force, Zhao Yingkong was immediately at a disadvantage. The fog knife blocked in front of him, and his powerful fist hit her, knocking her down to a plow of more than three or four meters.

"Run! Where else can you run this time! Silly girl! Let me die well!"

Stry made his face look crazy with a move. This expression seemed a little funny on his vulgar face. It was funny, but his strength was really here. When he punched him again, Lev finally broke through the obstacles of the chain and rushed behind him.

"Yutian·····cannon!"
Chapter completed!