Zhang Ke felt that he was going crazy from the pain. He quickly pulled out his knife and slashed into the darkness, trying to cause some damage to the murderer who should be right behind him.
Although not every blow missed, Zhang Ke was obviously not an expert with a knife, or even a skilled one, so he basically just scratched out some flesh wounds.
Of course, if the other person was a normal person, he would instinctively retreat because of the pain in his body, but at this moment, the murderer seemed to have entered a state of complete isolation from pain.
Unless you can completely overwhelm him in terms of strength, it is absolutely impossible to just force him back with painless injuries.
"Die, die now, anyway -"
Although it was dark in front of him, Zhang Ke seemed to be able to see the other person's expression clearly. He was pulling himself closer to him little by little, while showing his fangs ferociously and smiling like a wild beast before eating.
There was no possibility of escape, and he could only desperately wait for himself to be torn into pieces and eaten. At this moment, Zhang Ke could finally understand how animals felt before they were preyed upon.
However, the only thing I can rely on for the time being is this dagger. Even if he is really invincible and not afraid of being cut, if it can stab his temple, maybe...
Since he couldn't see anything, Zhang Ke could only rely on the impression in his mind of the height difference between the two of them to estimate the posture in which he was being dragged to his side by the murderer, and then calculated the possible location of his temples.
There is probably only one chance. If this attack fails, the knife in your hand will probably be forcibly taken away by the opponent...
"Take the move!" After drawing up the most likely position in his mind, Zhang Ke yelled, pulled out the knife and stabbed hard in front of him.
Poof——
No, it feels wrong!
Not only did it not hit the temple, it was even far from hitting the head. Zhang Ke felt that even though he had used all his strength, the blade only hit a hard iron plate and was slightly submerged.
After a while, the blade edge was knocked and curled.
With this feeling, it seems that what I cut was the opponent's chest? No, it was the side chest protected by the ribs, because the blade was directly stuck and could not be pulled out.
What kind of weird posture is he in now? Why is it that what he thinks is his temple is actually on his chest? Could it be that he is half lying on the ground, stretching out a hand to drag himself?
It's really too bad. It was obviously a stab that took all chances, but it didn't hit the heart. It even hit the most well-defended part of the opponent's body. At most, it was just a flesh wound that didn't hurt the root!
Of course, after all, the collision between the blade and the body, no matter how strong the body of the murderer is, it is impossible for him to not be injured at all.
A large amount of blood spurted out from his left chest, but that was only because the muscles and blood vessels in his chest were cut open and did not touch the lungs under his ribs. For this monster-like man, it was really not worth paying attention to.
Injury.
Zhang Ke, who didn't know why, was directly splashed with blood on his face, and his mouth was filled with the pungent smell of blood, which made him cough and retching.
"Kill you, kill you, kill you -"
At this desperate moment, Zhang Ke suddenly discovered that the murderer's roar was much softer than before, and every time he screamed, the tone would be lower, obviously he no longer had enough energy.
In other words, the other party is actually in a very bad condition? It makes sense when you think about it. He ignored the wound on his right arm and directly pulled out the ax to chop the door. The bleeding must have been severe. The two of them chased each other back and forth in the warehouse.
, about five or six minutes.
Counting the injuries to his eyes and the sword attack he just made, this murderer's blood is almost drained, right? He can still insist on grabbing his shoulders and dragging himself slowly to his side. In addition to his extremely strong
In addition to the incomprehensible vitality, I am afraid it is more due to an inexplicable obsession and impulse deeply implanted in the brain.
Or in his own words, "that voice in his head."
If you think about it carefully, judging from the position where he just struck with the knife, he is probably supported by his shoulders, half squatting and half lying on the ground. This also shows that his physical strength is about to be exhausted, and he can't even maintain his standing.
Every little bit of energy is saved.
Thinking of this, Zhang Ke, who had almost closed his eyes and waited for death, preparing to deal with the next reincarnation, rekindled the fire of survival in his heart.
He stopped struggling and just listened carefully to the movements around him to determine what method and angle the other party would use to attack after pulling him close to finally take his life.
On the other hand, the murderer seemed to be getting more and more tired and weak. Except for the claw that was embedded in Zhang Ke's shoulder, it still didn't loosen even half a minute. The time of each of his movements seemed to be stretched longer and longer.
The longer it was, the slower it was, so much so that even Zhang Ke could accurately predict it, thus dodging several ax blows.
Are you finally able to survive this time? After several sudden turns in the past, Zhang Ke did not dare to relax too early this time, not to mention that the hand on his shoulder has not been released yet, and it has not yet been released.
Can't break free.
However, it seems that everything is really okay this time, because as time goes by, Zhang Ke obviously feels that even the strength of the hand on his shoulder has relaxed a lot. It is just because it was embedded too deeply, so he can't shake it off for a while.
Take off.
As for the murderer, it has been a long time since he launched an attack. It had been half a minute since the last time an ax came towards him but was easily avoided, and the roar gradually became inaudible.
A vague shouting together.
It has reached this point. No matter how powerful this beast is, it can't suddenly jump up from the ground again, right? Zhang Ke carefully stretched out his hand, opened the fingers on his shoulders outward one by one, and then quickly pulled them out.
Body.
Success! During the whole process of escaping from the tiger's mouth, the murderer didn't even move, and he didn't even stretch out his hand to grab it in a symbolic way - he seemed to have completely fallen asleep, or in other words, completely passed out.
Already.
Listening to the frightened heart in his chest, which was still beating loudly, Zhang Ke stabilized his trembling legs and ran towards the bright warehouse door.
Run, run, run... go?
My eyelids feel heavy, my head feels dizzy, and the strength of my limbs is like a punctured ball, rapidly losing steam with every step I take.
The distance that was originally only a dozen steps has been stretched infinitely in the field of vision, as if it has become the end of the world that can never be reached.