Killing three warriors was irrelevant to Zhang Feng, and his expression did not change for a moment, and his face was always cold. At this moment, he once again became a god of killing who was extremely contemptuous of his enemies.

There was another person running away, but it was the leader of the group. Zhang Feng had no intention of letting him go, so he jumped out of the ward and happened to see Zhou Yaowu jumping off the ceiling and preparing to run away.

"Don't leave if you have the habit!"

Zhang Feng shouted, still indifferent, and then used his body skills to chase after him.

Ye Feng Juying from the Dark Night Gate is a very powerful light body technique. It is used like the wind in the dark night, silent and silent. The most powerful thing is that it is good at maneuvering and dodging, and it is not known for its speed.

Zhou Yaowu, on the other hand, was agile and fast. He actually ran to the end of the corridor in a short time, broke through the window and rushed out.

The so-called "defeated enemy" should not chase, but this is the second assassination tonight. Zhang Feng didn't believe that the other party could use the trick of luring the tiger away from the mountain twice, so he immediately chased him and jumped out of the window.

On ten floors, anyone who jumps out will fall to death, and even a warrior cannot do it. Light skills are not just flying around the clouds. If you want to fly, it is far from being a big deal.

Zhang Feng had his own way. The moment he rushed out of the window, he took a photo on the windowsill, and immediately changed his movement method and turned downward.

Then slap the windowsill on the next floor again and again to use powerful true energy to resolve the impact of the falling.

Zhou Yaowu was actually using a similar method, but he did not have the strong true energy cultivation level as strong as Zhang Feng. Every time he fell a distance, he stabbed the wall of the building with a long knife.

With the blessing of the warriors at the eighth grade, it is not difficult to cut cement with a long knife, and it can be stabbed about two inches every time.

This is enough for Zhou Yaowu to resolve the impact force, and he came to the third floor in disgrace, then jumped, jumped to the roof of the electric carport, and continued to use his light skills to run wildly.

"Don't run!"

Zhang Feng came down faster. When he chased to the fourth floor, he jumped down and fell on the roof of the electric carport. Ye Feng Jueying showed his might. His legs stepped on the roof, and he could not make a sound. He could start chasing the next moment.

At this time, the distance between the two had reached less than five meters.

Hearing the shouts, Zhou Yaowu turned his head instinctively and saw that he was almost frightened. While running away, he took out an iron gall from his backpack - Feisha gall!

He pressed a specific position on the iron gallbladder, and then threw it fiercely at Zhang Feng using hidden weapons.

With a "huh", the iron gall was heavy and caused an amazing sound of breaking the wind.

Seeing this, Zhang Feng's eyes flashed with cold light, and he would kick it when he changed his posture. With his experience, eyesight and ears, he could easily judge the trajectory of the opponent's hidden weapon. Kick it away, which was easy.

However, the moment I came out, my heart was chilled.

"not good!"

Years of killer career have created Zhang Feng with a strong premonition of danger. He immediately changed his move, his body suddenly leaned back, and then used a very simple pendant to smash the roof of the bicycle shed.

The roof of the shed was made of colored steel tiles. When Zhang Feng smashed it hard, it immediately broke and Zhang Feng fell into the electric carport.

With a loud bang, large pieces of colored steel tiles fell, fragments flew around with a lot of smoke, covering Zhang Feng with his head and face...

"Is this over?"

Zhou Yaowu looked back and was stunned for a moment.

He never expected that the flying sand gill he threw out actually hit Zhang Feng. It seemed that he still hit the front, and the colored steel tiles exploded into a big hole with a radius of two meters.

The master among the masters, the dignified ninth-grade warrior, was killed by his own secret chess?

Thinking of this, Zhou Yaowu was overjoyed and instantly dispelled the sadness of his companion being killed by Zhang Feng. He even began to fantasize that after he killed the ninth-grade warrior, he could make a big splash and bring huge benefits to the Zhou family and himself.

A warrior who can kill the ninth grade must be the ninth grade. There are ninth grade masters who are in charge of their homes. All warriors below the ninth grade have to take a detour. A large number of warriors will also cling to the Zhou family and vassals will make the Zhou family's strength jump a thousand feet apart.

Zhou Yaowu cared about the Zhou family very much, otherwise he would not have hidden his identity and stayed silently at home. Now that he has great good things to the family, he suddenly became uneasy.

"I have to make another break!"

Waving the long sword, Zhou Yaowu walked to the big hole in the middle of the colored steel tiles in three or two steps. He looked down and felt relieved.

In the electric carport, Zhang Feng fell to the ground, with fragments of colored steel tiles pressed on his body, and there seemed to be blood on the ground, and it was obvious that he was seriously injured and unconscious.

"Hehehe..." Zhou Yaowu smiled grimly and pointed at Zhang Feng below with a long knife. "My surname is Zhang, you give me a great contribution and let me take it exclusively. Thank you very much!"

After saying that, he jumped out of the hole, held a knife in both hands, and stabbed Zhang Feng's vest in the air.

The sound of blades and the sound of clothes blowing seem to indicate that someone's death is coming.

When Zhou Yaowu's eyes showed an excited light, Zhang Feng, who was lying on the ground, suddenly opened his eyes, and time seemed to be frozen at this moment.

With his hands slapped the ground, Zhang Feng bounced up directly from the ground, causing dust to fly into the air.

Lingkong forced his way around, his long legs started from bottom to top, and he shook Zhou Yaowu in the air with a fierce swaying leg.

The legs were swinging as fast as lightning, and Zhou Yaowu had no chance to react at all. He was hit on the spot and made a dull "bang".

In his posture, the part where the attack was hit was, was the butt or the center, that is... the chrysanthemum!

"Ao..."

The moment the scream sounded, Zhou Yaowu rose into the air again, threw the sword away, covered his butt with both hands, and then fell to the ground hard.

His face was as pale as paper, and the black liquid penetrated his tight night clothes and dyed his hands red.

The ninth-grade warrior had been accumulating energy for a long time and directly exploded Zhou Yaowu's chrysanthemum, and it was really exploded.

“Is it comfortable?”

Zhang Feng stood in front of him and looked down at him contemptuously.

Zhou Yaowu couldn't speak at all. The pain of being exposed made him unable to speak a word, and his body twisted like a maggot.

He gently raised the long sword on the ground, Zhang Feng grabbed the hilt, pointed the tip of the knife at Zhou Yaowu's throat, and lifted up his mask.

“So ugly.”

Zhang Feng shook his head, pointed the sword at his throat again, and asked, "Did the Su family send you here, or should the four families join forces to plan together?"

Zhou Yaowu still didn't say anything. The severe pain of the "burning tank" deeply tortured him. There were also alien true qi in the meridians in his body, completely shaking his true qi and losing his last little capital to resist.

"Don't say it? Someone will let you speak!"

Zhang Feng hummed coldly, turned the blade and hit Zhou Yaowu on the back of the neck with the back of the knife, knocking him out, then grabbed his back collar and walked towards the electric carport gate.
Chapter completed!