The spear he threw earlier was exactly what he threw.
"Who kills people and seizes treasures and forms a group?"
Zheng Zhi frowned.
But looking at this look, he shouldn't be the same as the guy who died in his hands earlier.
The leader of the young man in brocade robes said: "Boy, you are quite capable. He even killed Tang Feng."
"Do you want to do a second one?"
Zheng Zhi smiled lightly.
As the sound fell, dry blue ice flames floated around the body, and the surrounding temperature suddenly dropped.
"Linghuo, I found a treasure this time."
The young man recognized the fire surrounding Zheng Zhi, and his eyes glowed.
Spiritual fire, who among the warriors in the world doesn’t want it?
"Do it!"
The young man immediately shouted loudly.
The other three people didn't say anything nonsense, and the golden elixir aura burst out of their bodies and headed towards Zheng Zhi.
The young man in brocade robe did not take action, crossed his arms across his chest, and watched quietly.
Obviously, he felt that the three golden elixirs were enough to kill the person in front of him.
After all, the strength of the person in front of me is only at the Golden Core level.
Seeing this, Zheng Zhi said nothing.
Just stood there quietly, playing with his fingers.
On his fingertips, blue flames danced.
In an instant, three people came to kill them, only ten meters away.
And just when the three people's attacks were about to fall on Zheng Zhi, Zheng Zhi took action.
With a thought, dry blue ice flames burst out of the body.
Directly forming a fire storm.
The expressions of the three people changed, because the flames directly destroyed their body-protecting profound energy.
The three of them retreated violently, with burns everywhere on their bodies.
"How can it be?"
They were shocked.
"No, flash!"
Before he could react, another round of blue flames came.
The flames swarmed in like a tide.
These three unlucky guys died without even being able to scream.
"Not to mention, spiritual fire is spiritual fire, and it's really useful."
Zheng Zhi thought to himself.
I am quite satisfied with the power of this dry blue ice flame.
In the future, if you kill these rotten fish and shrimps, you will save even the effort to lift the sword.
"Boy, you..."
The young man watching the theater came back to his senses and looked at the young man in front of him in shock.
In response to this, Zheng Zhi smiled faintly: "With such strength, you still want to imitate others in killing people and stealing goods. Isn't it embarrassing?"
Zheng Zhi's sarcastic voice reached his ears, and the young man's face became gloomy.
But after a moment, he laughed again: "It doesn't matter if I kill him, it's also a good thing to have three less people to share the dirty work with."
After that, with a move of his palm, the bronze spear stuck on the ground returned to his hand.
The spear shone with a dull light, and it was an innate spiritual weapon of high quality.
The moment the young man held the gun, a powerful aura was released from his body.
"The peak of Dan Dan realm?"
Zheng Zhi narrowed his eyes slightly.
No wonder you are so confident.
However, he was not afraid. With a thought, the light of the dry blue ice flame became even more intense.
With a wave of his hand, the blue flame turned into a wild dragon and swept out.
At the same time, young people also took action.
He holds a spear in his hand, like a god of war charging into the chaos.
The spear was swung with an overwhelming force.
Under the sweeping sweep, Zheng Zhi's fire dragon was defeated by one blow.
The remaining fire energy of the dry blue ice flame tried to infiltrate his body, but was blocked by a sharp force of energy.
"die!"
With one blow, the young man became even more powerful.
The gun in his hand moved, and a blue gun force shot out of the air.
The spear was thrust out, and the chirping of birds was deafening.
That sharp spear turned into a ferocious eagle.
The eagle strikes the sky, carrying the force of a tornado.
This is exactly the embodiment of Qiangang's condensation to the extreme.
"Gun general?"
Zheng Zhi's pupils shrank.
A spearman who is at the peak of the Dan Dan Realm should not be underestimated!
However, he is also not timid.
His body shook, and golden flames burst out of his body.
Zheng Zhi's clothes instantly turned into ashes.
Revealing white and tender skin and strong muscles.
On the body, complex golden lines spread all over every corner of the body.
This is exactly the fighting form of the Immortal Sun!
"The Great Sun's Immortal Fist!"
With one punch, the light from the punch was like the blazing sun.
The golden flame is dazzling and dazzling.
"What kind of method is this?"
The young man's expression changed, and his confident smile froze slightly.
However, he was still quite confident in his own strength, and he was only surprised for a moment.
Soon, fists and guns clashed.
After a moment of stalemate, the fierce gang shape was destroyed with overwhelming force.
The young man's hand holding the gun suddenly trembled, with cracks all over it.
The tiger's mouth was so cracked that he almost couldn't hold the gun steady.
The punch was as powerful as a tiger's. With one punch, he was knocked back violently and a mouthful of blood spurted out.
"It's a tough idea, withdraw!"
Before he could be shocked, he turned around and prepared to leave.
But before he ran far, a joking laughter came from his ears: "Hi, friend, where do you want to go?"
After the voice fell, the young man's expression changed drastically.
Turning his head suddenly, he saw Zheng Zhi flying towards him, flipping in the air, and slashing at him with the Judgment Sword in his hand.
The speed is too fast, like a strong wind!
Poof!
The young man only felt a pain in his waist. When he lowered his head, he saw that half of his body had just fallen down.
"Am I...am I going to die?"
The young man's mind went blank, and he felt that all the strength in his body was rapidly disappearing.
His consciousness gradually blurred, his vision went dark, and he loosened his grip on the gun.
"You're already here, just stay and stay!"
The corners of Zheng Zhi's mouth were slightly cracked and he put away his blood-stained sword.
These were the last words the young man heard before he died.