The moment the knife shot out, the afterglow of the player's eyes that had previously looked away caught the light, and he blinked his eyes, and when he went to search, he couldn't find any trace of the bright light. Just when he thought that he was just dazzled and misunderstood, he saw the galloping horse not far away, and the knight who fell from the horse!

When the knight inexplicably fell from his horse, and his body was in mid-air, a bright red liquid suddenly appeared around his neck, splashing and splashing in all directions, like a blooming red flower. Eventually, the flower withered, turning into red petals that fell, and with it, the knight!

The knight slammed to the ground, and a dull sound could be heard, and the player's heart jumped, because even he could feel the misery of the fall even when he saw it. It's just that he knows very well that this knight probably won't survive, not because of the fall to his death, but because of the blood that suddenly appeared in mid-air.

The specks fell to the ground, and a hole opened in one side of the neck, and blood was flowing outward, and in a few moments a pool of blood had formed under the knight's body. The knight's body still twitched from time to time, but everyone who saw this scene knew that this knight could not live, and with the wound on his neck and the speed of blood flow, the residual breath of life would soon disappear. The current convulsions were just the most natural unconscious reaction of the body, and it would not be long before his body would no longer have any fluctuations and become a cold corpse.

"Probably him?" Thinking of the person on the tree just now, and the palpitation that still remains in his heart, the player can't help but replay the image of the Oneiroi machine on the trunk of the tree just now.

That's right, it's him! The player looked up at the tree before him, but saw no Oneiroi again. He used to think that the feeling of trembling in the whole person was an illusion, and the light captured by the afterglow of his eyes just now was an illusion, but now, he was convinced that he was not wrong, and he did not feel wrong!

"Crit!"

"Bleeding damage!"

"Vital Attack!"

"Fatal blow!"

"Kill!"

In front of the Oneiroi machine, red dazzling fonts danced, and finally the dark red word "kill" appeared, and it stopped. The mechanical prompt sound of the system echoed in his ears, but the Oneiroi Machine didn't pay attention to it, and he already knew about this result, and he didn't need the system to remind him of it.

With his heart or not, let alone a flying knife with all his might, the knight has no hope of survival under that kind of injury, unless the knight is not human. The system's red-letter reminder also shows exactly this point, after suffering this kind of injury, it is impossible for anyone to survive.

Walking quickly through the trees, the screams coming from behind him gradually faded and eventually disappeared. In the end, all that remained in Oneiroi's ears was the cries of insects and birds in the forest.

After killing someone, he immediately ran away, not that the Oneiroi Machine was afraid of anything, if he was afraid of trouble, it could be regarded as a kind of fear.

After the Oneiroi disappeared, curious players who were not afraid of death gathered around the corpse of the dead knight and examined it carefully. They could see the fatal wound on the knight's neck, and guessed that it was left by some hidden weapon, but strangely, they were unable to find any trace of it.

That is until one of the players crouches down a few meters behind the corpse and looks at a small hole in the ground with a look of surprise.

"This...", he stretched out his fingers and dug into the small hole, and pulled out a flying knife, the shallow layer of blood on the blade undoubtedly proved that this flying knife was the murderous weapon they couldn't find.

At this time, those players with strong doubts finally woke up, and the expressions on their faces became extraordinarily exciting. You know, killing a person with a throwing knife like this, maybe many of them can do it. However, if you want to kill a knight on a high-speed running war horse with a throwing knife, the throwing knife will eventually sink into the earth, which no one can do.

Precision, strength, and timing are indispensable for each link.

"Brother Ling!"

"Brother Zhong!"

On the road outside the north gate of Luoyang, Xu Zhong and Kou Ziling stood side by side, one carrying a sword, the other holding a hand, and two people were also waiting. They, like Oneiroi, are also preparing to kill, if the people they are waiting for come as promised.

Similarly, for Kou Ziling and Xu Zhong, they don't need to do superfluous things, and they won't even look for the appearance and arrival of the target. All they have to do is kill someone, and if anyone comes, kill him.

"Brother Ling, wait a minute, your eldest brother and I will take action! You're just watching from the sidelines, watching the power of my bloody battle! Xu Zhong held the hilt of the knife on his waist and said seriously.

Together with Yunting, he passed through Bingzhou, crossed the grassland, and finally arrived in Liangzhou. Along the way, the battles experienced are countless, and the average player may have died doubting his life. But those who can persevere can be called the elite among players in the end.

Of course, Xu Zhong is no exception, after experiencing bloody battles, his knife has already transformed into a battlefield knife. Xu Zhong once thought that the Ten Styles of Blood Battle should be the sword of the rivers and lakes, but after some baptism of the battle array, he finally understood that the Ten Styles of Blood Battle was the sword of the battle array. Only by killing on the battlefield can there be a place for bloody battles, and only then can you experience the meaning of bloody battles!

A raging aura emanated from his body, with undisguised malice, spreading out in all directions, cold and cruel. Every inch of the momentum on this body is forged with the blood of the enemy, and it naturally carries a sense of oppression.

"Nope." Kou Ziling shook his head and decisively refused. His complexion was still the same, and he could feel the sense of oppression emanating from Xu Zhong's body, but no matter how much it was, it would be gone. Because it's not just Xu Zhong who has benefited from the battles and made breakthroughs, he is also the same.

Very early, Kou Ziling didn't use weapons, he could kill people as long as his hands were still there, and he could kill a lot of people. His immortal seal, he is the one who does not die, and the enemy dies one by one.

As the saying goes, if you want to make yourself immortal, then let all the enemies die! This is the true meaning of the immortal seal method that Kou Ziling understands.

(End of chapter)