: Admiration

This is a terrifyingly stable and terrifyingly fast archer!

If Ji Zheng had not had the fast and smooth body movement, he would have been killed by arrow nails at any time.

The showdown between Ji Zheng and the archers was a complete showdown of whether you die or I die!

It is comparable to gambling life. Whoever is quicker will solve the opponent first, and whoever lives will survive.

This time is the most tense and dangerous situation that Ji Zheng has faced since the last beast disaster and Chang'an. If he is not able to deal with it well, he is likely to be defeated and died!

He was so tense that he finally felt relieved until he pierced the archer's throat and fell to the sky.

But no one knew that when the rabbits rose and fell, a short but very thrilling showdown had already occurred here.

In the end, the other party fell down, and Ji Zheng didn't see clearly what the archer, who almost killed his life, looked like, because his face had long been blurred by blood and sweat.

But the other party's eyes were filled with dissatisfaction and strong reluctance, which was obvious. Perhaps because he felt that he was no worse than others. If he was a little faster and a little further away, he might not necessarily lose someone!

The archers obviously did not think that if Ji Zheng was not so fast, if the distance was a little further... whether Ji Zheng would choose to advance or retreat was an unknown.

The other party's eyes before he died were full of viciousness, as if saying: Even if I die, you will not be able to get better. My fellow disciples will avenge me!

I die at the hands of you, the master, and you will be killed by other masters!

Ji Zheng understood the archer's eyes, but he didn't say anything. He reluctantly cut off the arrow that shot into his chest and couldn't help but cough out a mouthful of blood. As for the broken arrow left in his body, it cannot be taken out for the time being, so he can only deal with it after the shot is finished.

He rolled sweat beads on his forehead and let out a heavy breath. Then he looked at the archer's body deeply and thought to himself: "I know there are many people in the world who are better than me, and this is one of the greatest motivations for me to become stronger."

"I also know that every fight is dangerous, so I will try to survive every narrow encounter and kill the enemy!"

After quickly dealing with the trauma, Ji Zheng calmed down his breath and immediately turned to another battle group behind the jungle.

The place where Ji Zheng and the others were staying was a lush jungle, with branches and leaves covering up their views and separating the two battles. To a certain extent, if it weren't for the environment that was not conducive to long-range bows and arrows, it would be difficult for Ji Zheng to say that the battle between the archers was defeated, and no wonder they were unwilling to give up.

In Zhao Lian, this has become a disadvantage that he has to face.

This group of disciples of the Demonic Dao of Jue Tian is obviously mainly archers, and the other two are not as strong as above level, so Zhao Lian could have dealt with it. However, the environment is like this, one of the two enemies restrains them, and the other is sneak attacking up and down in the jungle.

As a result, Zhao Lian suffered constant losses and was frustrated by being hit by both open and secrets.

In the short period of Ji Zheng's confrontation with the archers, Zhao Lian was hit by four or five times and suffered a certain injury. When he exploded with his opponent in front, his energy was inspiring, and another figure emerged from the ubiquitous "slit" in the jungle. Zhao Lian was hit hard and sprayed a mouthful of blood on the spot.

With the momentum of impact, it flew like a meteor, but the enemy on the front smirked and waved his sword like rain: "Don't hold on, die! Die early and get rid of it... Um?"

In an instant, Zhao Lian saw in surprise that a green "wall" composed of shrubs and branches behind the front enemy exploded silently. An uninvited guest forced his way forward with an unparalleled flash. The sword light shone with air, like stars blooming.

The enemy was accompanied by a bright sword tip around his neck, and a ball of blood mist spewed out with a pop.

Zhao Lian immediately stomped his feet on the tree trunk and ejected faster. He flew back. He took a deep breath in the air and his body expanded. The martial arts exploded, with great power! Zhao Lian's roar from his dantian added even more intimidating power, just like a flying elephant falling from the sky.

One punch is comparable to a giant elephant trampling!

The man took the next attack in a panic, groaned and vomited a trace of blood, and stepped back several times in a very embarrassing manner. He smashed a tree with a bang, which showed the power of Zhao Lian's attack.

When he saw Ji Zheng, the man was immediately shocked and thought that even his senior brother was not as good as he was not the opponent. He immediately flew into the woods and tried to escape. He saw Ji Zheng, the eighth-level warrior, chased him up with no less speed, intercepted him in the air, and the sword light scattered a piece to force him down.

When Zhao Lian caught up, he shouted in anger, "It's time for you to taste the feeling of being attacked this time." While bursting out martial arts one after another, he beat the man up like falling from Jiuyou with the cooperation of Ji Zheng.

When this man knew he was going to be finished and was about to escape in a crazy way, Zhao Lian hit the man with some brewing combat skills.

The thought flashed, and Ji Zheng hurriedly shouted: "Leave a living mouth."

He rushed forward and tried his pulse, smiled bitterly and shook his head, and was out of breath. Where was there time!

"Living?" Zhao Lian looked stunned and slapped himself in anger, and sincerely apologized: "Brother Ji, I'm sorry, I... I'm so hot, I just want to take revenge, but I didn't think about keeping a living."

Now that things have come to this point, Ji Zheng can say something else, shrugging and turning the topic: "Cleaning up and leaving."

The so-called cleaning up is to remove traces and search.

Ji Zheng found more than 40 third-grade spirit stones, various elixirs and wound medicines, and a wooden sign from the archer's corpse. In addition, what shocked him the most was that he also found five secret books. After reading the stimulating text, he found that not only his martial arts skills, but also continuously condensed white and black texts.

He put the archer's bow and arrow into the storage bag before searching for another corpse.

There are not so many spirit stones this time, but there are also four secret books.

Zhao Lian also found a lot of spoils. When he thought that the casual cultivator lacked skills, he directly gave Ji Zheng five secret books obtained from the corpse. Ji Zheng accepted it with a smile after thanking him. The divine text needs to be "feeded", so he must not be too many secret books.

After leaving the relatively safe place, Ji Zheng asked Zhao Lian to help pull out the arrow left in his body.

Originally, the anesthetics were needed, but with the entire army of the disciples of Jue Tian Demonic Dao, the opponent's hunting net may have loopholes. Therefore, now is the best time to break through the enemy, and you can't rest.

Only hard work!

Ji Zheng's bloody wound was gushing down, which was shocking. Even Zhao Lian couldn't bear to take action when he saw it. Zhao Lian said it several times and endured it, but Ji Zheng was a little impatient. Finally, he thought to himself that Brother Ji was such a man!

Suddenly, he slapped Ji Zheng on the other side of his back, and it hurt a lot. At the same time, he suddenly pulled out the arrow from the flesh, and even the shredded flesh was covered with a few strands. Ji Zheng screamed in pain, and his muscles were almost as hard as rocks.

Zhao Lian was sweating all over his face, and handed the arrow over and said happily: "Fortunately, I didn't hurt my bones."

To be honest, looking at Ji Zheng who was almost fainting from pain, Zhao Lian was so impressed that he was so impressed that he couldn't meet the anesthetic at this moment.

At this time, Ji Zheng was sweating all over, and after a few breaths, he recovered. He took the deformed arrow with a blue face, wiped off the blood and flesh on it, and held it in his palm. He had already made a decision: collect this arrow and use it to remind himself in the future!
Chapter completed!