Chapter Thirty-Four: One Strike, Twenty Hits

  Zhang Feng charged forward with a fierce attack of his soul when six people wearing armor were protecting a woman in white robes who was retreating while fighting.

  On the other side, there were about twenty people, with five of them responsible for blocking the monsters on the outside, and the remaining fifteen people continuously charging at the seven.

  A woman in a white robe, her skin as white as snow, tall and slender, standing elegantly. Under the white robe, a pair of beautiful legs as white as jade, made Zhang Feng unable to move his gaze away.

  At this time, the woman was surrounded, but she remained calm and composed. A fiery red crystal ball and an icy blue crystal ball were constantly moving around her.

  The girl is like an immortal who does not eat human fireworks, with a pure temperament.

  At this moment, the woman happened to raise her hand, and a flame flew out of her hand, quickly condensing into a fireball in mid-air.

  The woman's hand waved, and the fireball suddenly split into three parts and flew towards the three men who were surrounding him with their daggers.

  Zhang Feng looked clearly and said with a dizziness: "Didn't I see it wrong, Master Fa?"

  This is really beyond expectation. It's also the first long-range attack class profession encountered on the battlefield.

  Although I knew about this profession from memory, it's still hard to believe when I see it.

  The profession of long-range attack was weakened in the early stage, but the range attack in the later stage is indeed a nightmare for everyone.

  "Haha, Long big sister. This fireball isn't powerful enough, bring out something even more infuriating!" Stabbing Knife laughed maniacally as he sliced the fireball in two.

  "Brothers, let's work together to take down Dragon Big Sister! Wu Shao will definitely reward us." Another excited shout: "Dragon Big Sister is a rare treasure, she never leaves her family. Today, she actually wants to sneak into the secondary battlefield in this isolated space, it's really a feast for our eyes. Beautiful, so beautiful, not only is she beautiful, but those legs are even more beautiful, simply a celestial being descended to earth."

  "Come on, give your brother a smile."

  “……”

  A group of people's foul language, each one more filthy than the last, made the woman frown involuntarily.

  However, the woman's attacks seemed to have a time interval, each attack required a few seconds of pause, and the power was not too strong, so she could not cause much harm to the bayonet holder.

  The six people surrounding the woman gradually couldn't withstand the siege of fifteen people, one of them anxiously said: "Miss, you go first, we'll help block them."

  "No way, we'll leave together." The woman shook her head stubbornly.

  "Hurry up, miss. Something's going to happen and we can't explain it to the master." Another person also urged anxiously: "You must escape and find a way to the secondary battlefield."

  "Where are you escaping to?" The man with the dagger laughed wildly: "It's already not easy for you to find this enclosed space, and without a map, you still want to find a way out. Come on, surrender and we'll take you out."

  "Wu Shao genuinely likes Long Tai Tai, so don't be polite."

  "Throw ourselves into Wu Shao's arms, and then join forces with Long Jia, the three-level battlefield will be ours."

  The man with the dagger was arrogant, muttering to himself as he fought, looking relaxed and happy, completely unaware that someone was approaching them.

  Zhang Feng had already approached within twenty meters of these people before being noticed by both sides.

  The female warrior saw Zhang Feng, and since he didn't seem to be taking action and also didn't appear to know the dagger-wielding person, she immediately said: "Brother, can you help us out? The Long family will definitely thank you heavily."

  "Huh, where did you come from?" The man with the dagger looked at Zhang Feng, not expecting anyone else to be there. He sized Zhang Feng up and down before saying, "Brother, it's best if you don't get involved in this matter of the dagger. This is a grudge between us, and has nothing to do with you."

  "Step aside and let things take their course."

  Zhang Feng looked at the people with daggers and smiled: "The Wu Shao you're talking about, is it Wu Dazhong? That little kid who only knows how to shout loudly, he's quite arrogant, I know him."

  "You——"

  Everyone heard the tone was off and immediately became vigilant, sizing up Zhang Feng.

  "Who are you?"

  The man with the dagger suddenly split into several people surrounding Zhang Feng.

  Since we can't be friends, then we can only be enemies.

  The motto of the bayonet is: Only those who use the bayonet shall not be killed!

  It is equivalent to saying that anyone who is hostile to them will be killed for any reason.

  So Zhang Feng's tone changed, and the person with the dagger had a murderous intention.

  "How many of you are there? Is your combat power over 9,000?" Zhang Fengmang carelessly glanced at the few people surrounding him.

  Now, with a combat power of less than 9,000, he is completely fearless. It's hard to even blast open the magic shield, let alone hurt his own body.

  The woman on the other side frowned and reminded, "Be careful, they are dagger troops specially selected to be sent to the secondary battlefield, with at least 4,000 combat power, and the leader may have 8,000 combat power."

  A dagger-wielding man burst into loud laughter, saying: "Big Sister Long seems to know quite clearly. Now you should know that you can't escape. The hall master hasn't even made a move yet, if he did, those few trashy subordinates of yours would have been dead long ago?"

  "It's only 8,000, worse than Wu Daode, and you're still embarrassing me in front of me?" Zhang Feng shook his head disdainfully.

  "The one who called himself the master of the hall had a very ugly expression."

  He felt that this person was not quite right, and even the son of Blood Knife Elder was not in his eyes. It's worth noting that Wu Daode is a third-form genetic mutation, and he's a top-notch master among the knife-wielding cultivators.

  Someone like that wouldn't dare be underestimated on the third-level battlefield, so how could they encounter such an arrogant little kid in a confined space and start to become cautious?

  Zhang Feng pointed at the self-proclaimed master and hooked his finger, saying: "Speak up, how do you want to die? I don't have a good impression of daggers. The people who were slaughtered here a few days ago were mediocre, now encountering an eight-thousand-year-old one, I don't know if it's enough to be seen."

  The hall master's expression suddenly turned stern and he asked in a deep voice: "Who are you?"

  A few days ago, a group of people were indeed sent into a confined space by the bayonet. This is an internal secret of the bayonet and outsiders are hard to know.

  A person who doesn't have a good impression of bayonets actually knows this secret.

  Especially when listening to this person's tone, it seems like all those people are dead.

  Although there was no one stronger than him in that group, they were also elite selected by bayonet, and the other side said to kill, which is a bit too unbelievable.

  "You talk too much, since you don't want to take action, I'll take action."

  Zhang Feng flipped his hand and the flame spear fell into his palm, pointing at the several people with daggers surrounding him.

  He doesn't like dragging things out when he's fighting, so once he makes a move, it's always with full force.

  The first person I met was a big man who actually held me up with a knife.

  "Ka-ching."

  The war sword broke, the gun body swept across the armor, and the person and armor were directly swept into two pieces.

  At this time, the force on the gun body did not weaken in the slightest, and it directly swept across the waist of the second person, splitting the second person into two.

  Third person, fourth person!

  The four people standing in front of Zhang Feng were swept away by gunfire in the blink of an eye, which was unbelievable.

  The female warrior's side is thrilling!

  But then several warriors were overjoyed in their hearts.

  This mysterious person came up and killed with a knife, obviously having a vendetta against the dagger. And in this way, their side gained a powerful reinforcement.

  The enemy of an enemy is a friend! This sentence is absolutely true.

  The man's scalp was numb, and he hadn't expected the person who suddenly appeared to be so ferocious.

  The combat strength of these four people is all above 4,000. With a sweep of the gun body, the four people were cut off at the waist, which was somewhat frightening to hear.

  The hall owner's eyelid twitched violently, with a very bad premonition. With the war knife placed horizontally in front of his chest, he said in a low voice: "Friend, we don't have any grudges against each other, do we?"

  "We have a vendetta!" Zhang Feng replied succinctly, taking a step forward and raising his hand to shoot a rifle that pierced through a bayonet-wielding soldier. He sneered, "You hurt my people, I naturally want revenge!"

  The hall owner saw it, this man is more ruthless than a dagger.

  "Alright." Zhang Feng hooked his finger at the man with the dagger and said sternly, "Since you want to enter the second-level battlefield, first get past me."

  "What?!" The six warriors on the woman's side heard that Zhang Feng was going to single-handedly take on sixteen bayonet-wielding soldiers, and they all gasped in shock.

  "No, it's impossible. The opponent is a master with 8,000 battle strength."

  "This, sixteen people working together, probably even Wu Daode wouldn't dare shout like this."

  "This person won't have battle strength over 10,000, right?"

  Several warriors were discussing something.

  The master of the hall also saw the crisis and shouted loudly: "Together, take him down."

  The remaining sixteen people immediately gave up, and seven people including the woman surrounded Zhang Feng.

  The hall master had a premonition of great crisis, as if they had encountered someone they absolutely should not have messed with this time.

  Zhang Feng was very decisive and took action before the sixteen people had even finished surrounding him.

  A five-foot-long spear with flames swept out.

  "The host shouted: 'Don't force it!'"

  No need for the boss to shout, no one dares to take it anymore.

  After all, the scene of Zhang Feng's single shot hitting four people just now is still vivid in everyone's mind, and no one can forget it.

  "Boom!"

  Inferno Strike!

  Zhang Feng's shield struck the ground, and a radius of ten meters of earth was set ablaze with flames.

  All sixteen people were engulfed in flames, and their armor began to conduct heat into their bodies.

  The crowd without fire resistance has already felt that their skin is about to be scorched, the scorching feeling stimulating the nerves.

  "Retreat! Retreat!" The hall master shouted loudly, and although he didn't scare him to death, it was close enough. Attribute attack or area attack, who exactly is this person?

  Zhang Feng's hand shook, and his long spear flew out of his hand. Like a bolt of lightning, it pierced through the armor and body of a retreating man, pinning him to the ground.

  Zhang Feng took advantage of the momentum and moved forward, drawing out his long spear and striking back at the hall owner's dagger.

  The howling wind is distorting the air.

  The master of the Dagger Hall wielded his horizontal blade with all his might, not daring to be even slightly slow.

  Bang!

  The master of the Dagger Hall's knife was broken in his hand, and both arms made a cracking sound, and he was actually disabled with one move.

  "Friends, we have no feud, don't kill me!" The master of the Dagger Hall was terrified, his soul almost leaving his body, and he shouted loudly.

  Eight thousand troops were defeated with a single blow, what kind of person is this, and how deep is the grudge with the bayonet?

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