Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

Consumes 5 postal points, after activation, the cold weapon control is temporarily upgraded by one level.

Special Ability 3: Broken Soul

Blood sacrifices one's own blood, launching a soul-severing slash. Once hit, the target's soul can be directly slashed.

The incomparably sharp blade burst out with a chilling murderous aura for a moment, causing the surrounding air to hear mournful wailing sounds, which were the screams of those souls who had died under the pressure of this big knife.

"Brush brush..."

With three stabs in a row, Fat Pig obviously put his life to the test.

The sword light pierced through the sea of ​​flames, and Fat Pig also rushed into the sea of ​​flames, desperately trying to get rid of it.

He knew that the strength of the two people in front of him was completely superior to his own, and the only chance of winning was to rely on his own zombie body to exchange his life for injury.

"jingle……"

There was a very slight vibration of the iron chain next to his ear, which made Fat Pig's pupils tighten, but at this time his strength was exhausted, and it was too late to dodge.

"How can it be so fast!"

Fat Pig's mind tightened slightly, and the white samurai uniform in his pupils gradually enlarged and became clearer.

After the two fought against each other just now, they had already opened up the distance to the limit distance of 30 meters.

However, at this time, when Fat Pig saw Sato from the corner of his eye, the next second the snow-white samurai robe seemed to be in front of Fat Pig.

"Onboard!!"

The slogan of the Japanese charge was shouted from Sato's mouth, and immediately the cherry red sword was accompanied by a sharp buzzing, which was as harsh as the chirping of cicadas in summer.

As the saying goes, an expert will know if there is one as soon as he makes a move, and a person can already feel the unstoppable sharpness before he is a fat pig.

This guy is a postman of the speed department, and his speed ability has reached at least the fourth level.

Coupled with his overbearing and weird sword skills, no matter in terms of speed or lethality, he can completely suppress himself.

No wonder this guy can become the backbone of the Icewhistle postman team.

Facing the siege of two top masters whose strength far exceeds his.

All Fat Pig can do is one word... Retire!

Behind him was a brick wall made of black stone.

But it didn't affect his retreat in the slightest.

With a little more force on the back, the brick wall was knocked out by the fat pig in a burst of dust with a crackling sound.

The scattered stones hit all around like bullets!

And the knife flashed, sticking to Fat Pig's chest, arms, and shoulders.

I saw the muscles on Fat Pig's face twitch.

Dark black blood spewed out with a "puchi" from the place where the blade touched just now.

Because the fat pig was retreating at the same time, the blood drew two wavy lines in the air before it hit the ground!

"Phaseless Sword Sutra!"

Seeing the light of the sword approaching in front of him, three or four golden sword lights suddenly shot out from behind Sato.

"Sneak attack!"

It has to be said that this sneak attack, whether it was the timing or the terrain, was well planned by Zhao Ke.

Because he passed through the wall, Sato's line of sight was blocked by the wall on the left, so he naturally didn't notice the sneak attacking guest Zhao.

At this time, the power on the blade has already weakened, just like a calligrapher writing, although the strokes are agile and full of energy, there is always a momentary pause when the brush is closed.

Zhao Ke just saw the opportunity, so he dared to make a surprise attack at this time.

The Wuxiang Sword Sutra was pushed to the extreme by Zhao Ke.

Jianmang pointed directly at Sato's back heart.

Under the sneak attack of Zhao Ke in front, Sato's expression froze for a while.

Suddenly, he let out a long laugh, twisted his wrist, and the blade of the great knife snapped off.

The blade changed its walking style, and turned towards Zhao Ke at a strange angle.

This fold is ingenious... It's like a waterfall flying straight down, crashing into the raised rocks of the mountain wall very simply.

Then, in the midst of the surging waves and mist, it turned at a large angle and rushed out of a waterfall outside the sky!

"There is a way to heaven if you don't go, there is no way to enter hell!"

The corner of Sato's mouth curled into a grin.

Although Zhao Ke's Wuxiang Sword Sutra is sharp and changeable.

But at best, it's just to deal with those low-level postmen, and maybe it can be miraculous.

But facing himself, especially a master swordsman like him who is mainly dexterous and changeable, it is simply ridiculous like a child's trick.

As the light of the saber converged and flickered, the Wuxiang Sword Sutra seemed to be a broken branch, which was instantly shattered by Sato's sword light.

The sudden change caused Zhao Ke's face to turn pale for a moment.

"Go away!"

Seeing Zhao Ke's life and death, Fat Pig's eyes were bloodshot, and he didn't care about so many pounced on him.

"late!"

Sato's eyes were full of fierceness, and his mission was to kill Zhao Ke.

This is a death order from their head.

At first, they were worried that Zhao Ke and the others took the opportunity to escape, but now they didn't expect that this guy would be so bold as to sneak attack him, he was simply seeking his own death.

Of course Sato would not miss this opportunity.

I saw the snow-white samurai put on his clothes, and put the sword in its sheath.

The erratic figure that seemed to be ghostly was not something that Fat Pig could touch at all.