Bang bang bang!

Before the priest and Mrs. Tu reached the door, three figures catapulted in from outside the door—wrong, to be precise, they should have flown in upside down!

Like a kite with a broken string, he fell to the ground alive, spitting blood from his mouth, and his appearance was terrible.

Step on.

Step on.

The sound of light footsteps sounded from outside the door, and it quickly reached everyone's ears.

In just one minute, the eight core members were defeated by the men in suits who suddenly appeared. Everyone was paralyzed and vomited blood.

Still, they struggled, clutching the handleless knives in their palms, as if trying to get up from the cold floor with all the strength to feed.

However, the kick in each of their chests made them feel tight and short of breath, and their whole bodies seemed to fall apart, and it was difficult for them to stand firmly—the priest and the butcher held the blade in one hand, and stood tall in the doorway, unmoved, and stared straight ahead with awe-inspiring eyes.

Alone.

A white shadow.

A man in a white suit paced.

His steps were slow, and each step seemed to have been measured a thousand times, with extreme precision. He carried his hands behind his back, like a generation of martial arts masters, with a light wind and clouds, without dragging mud and water.

When they reached a distance of about three meters from the priest, he froze and looked at the brothers indifferently. There is an elegant momentum all over the body, as if he is a master who does not eat fireworks in the world, giving people a strong visual impact, and even more cowardice from the depths of his heart that he does not dare to compete with him.

Buzz - The blade flashed, and the priest and butcher raised their arms, the cold-glowing blade clenching into their palms at a thirty-degree angle to the ground. It doesn't seem to be in the eyes of the top master who defeated the eight core members in this moment in front of him.

But they knew in their hearts that in the face of this terrifying opponent in front of them, the chances of survival were almost zero!

White Horseman. Yuan Danqing.

The heads-up king who shocked the three northeastern provinces became famous five years ago, and then disappeared, as if the world had evaporated, and there was no news.

Now, he came out of the mountain again, and stood in front of him so lightly. The faces of the priest and the butcher both flashed with determination, as if they had made up their minds, and they looked at each other, and a smile of relief appeared on the corners of their mouths.

Hiss!

Without warning, the blade pierced the air at a breakneck speed and slashed at the white horse on the opposite side!

Airplanes!

The next second the priest attacked, the butcher also stabbed with a knife!

A blow without hesitation, a blow with no way back! Kill it and then a quick blow!

The priest didn't think of retreating, let alone retreating! The person in front of him wants to kill Lin Ze and kill his eldest brother! Even if he can't stop it, let him step on his corpse!

The butcher didn't flinch at all, he stabbed out, and he planned to fight for his life to weaken the physical strength and combat effectiveness of the white horse guest.

The brothers had no hope of defeating the White Horseman, nor did they have any illusions of escaping from him.

Death, not terrible!

Even if he is afraid of death, he can't help Lin Ze weaken the physical strength of this top master!

Whoosh!

The two blades, one on the left and one on the right, struck at the white horse like lightning. Mixed with fierce momentum, dive up fearlessly!

Bite!

When the blade approached the front door, Yuan Danqing, who looked indifferent, finally made a move.

The big head between his fingers suddenly popped out, and the big head seemed to have eyes, first hitting the blade of the priest, and then bouncing at the butcher's knife at a strange angle.

Bite!

The blade was violently converging, and the priest and the butcher's wrists tilted, and they were no longer able to stab forward.

And that Yuan Datou returned to Yuan Danqing's hands in an extremely strange way.

In the blink of an eye, the priest's first attack was a failure. But they were not discouraged at all, missed a blow, and came again!

Grip the blade and stab forward again. With a fierce force, he stabbed at the No. 1 master in the Northeast who did not move at all!

Bang Bang!

Before the blade arrived, Yuan Danqing's slender palms poked out, and his hands suddenly grabbed the wrists of the priest and the butcher like lightning, and the blade also stayed less than ten centimeters away from the white horse.

Bang bang!

The priest and the butcher didn't pause at all, and with a wave of their other hand, their fists smashed into Yuan Danqing's chest!

Unsurprisingly, when the two of them swung their fists, Yuan Danqing flipped forward in the air, and actually grabbed the arms of the two of them and threw them straight to the wall.

Smack!

The two hit the wall and then fell heavily to the ground.

"Vomit—"

Under the tremendous force of the impact, the priest's throat was sweet, and a mouthful of red blood spurted out.

"Hmm-"

An eerie red appeared on the butcher's innocent face, and he almost gritted his teeth, braced his arms, and stood up again.

"Whew-"

The two of them got back to their feet, took a deep breath, and swooped up again. From beginning to end, they didn't say a word, not even a word. Since the appearance of the White Horse Guest, the only thing they have done is to attack, be beaten back, rush up again, and be beaten back again!

Bang!

The two fell to the ground again, and their bodies were already soaked in bright red with their own blood, but the two of them ignored it, were knocked down again and again, and stood up again and again. He didn't even frown.

Like two machines that are tired and painless, they rushed towards Yuan Danqing like crazy!

Han Xiaoyi froze. Stunned. Completely stunned.

She couldn't figure it out.

She didn't understand it at all.

You can't beat him!

Ten minutes of attack, and you didn't even touch his coat!

Why fight? Still attacking desperately?

Why are you so stupid? Do you know that if you continue to fight like this, even if you don't get killed, you will vomit blood and die!

Han Xiaoyi's eyes were red, and her little hands were tugging on the cushions vigorously, if it weren't for Lin Ze's waist with a calm expression and couldn't move, she wanted to rush up to help them block a punch and a kick!

Bang!

The two brothers, one yin and one yang, were beaten back again, and before the person landed, blood spilled out, as if he was going to spill all the blood in his body, which made people unbearable to look at.

"Spit on!"

The two who landed on the ground struggled to their feet in pain, their eyes like that of a wounded beast, and they looked at the white horse with indifference and determination. Gritted his teeth, wiped the blood stains from the corners of his mouth, and slowly straightened his already rickety spine.

Fool!

They are simply fools!

Han Xiaoyi's eyes were red, tears were rolling in her eyes, she had never seen anyone fight like the two brothers went crazy.

They knew that they were no match for the man in the white suit, and they knew that every time they fell to the ground, they couldn't get up again.

Unexpectedly, however, they stood up again and again, like two wounded beasts, staring at the white horseman on the other side, tirelessly attacking and desperately attacking.

Why?

Why would they do it?

When the two brothers stood up again, grasping the blades and trying to pounce on the white horse. This man with a faint expression but terrifying strength suddenly spoke.

"Are you really not afraid of death?"

"Don't be afraid." The priest wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth. A strange smile crossed his pale face. "What's so terrible about dying for your brother?"

"Brother?" The white horse guest pointed to Lin Ze on the sofa with a calm expression, and a hint of mockery appeared on the corner of his mouth. "Him?"

"Yes. I. ”

This sentence was not uttered by the priest, but by Lin Ze!

He let go of Han Xiaoyi's waist, got up slowly, his eyes showed a touch of deep heartache, and walked towards the position of the priest and the butcher.

It wasn't until he walked up to the brothers, who were trembling from the loss of strength, that he said gloomily, "Priest, butcher, is it enough?" ”

"Not enough." The two shook their heads. "We're not dead yet."

"I said it." Lin Ze stood in front of them like a javelin and said word for word. "I'm not going to let my brother die for me. To die, I'm coming! ”

"I don't stop you because I know that if I stop you, you will regret it, you will blame yourself, and you will feel guilty for the rest of your life."

"So I don't stop it, I don't refuse your help. I have given you a heart, and I accept your brotherhood. ”

"But I won't allow you to die. You can fight for me because I am a brother. But I will never allow you to die for me, otherwise—" Lin Ze suddenly turned his head and said coldly. "You will no longer be my brothers!"

The two of them didn't make a sound, just struggled to move towards Lin Ze's side.

"Miss." Lin Ze said calmly. "Help them to rest."

Lin Ze said nothing, resolutely turned his head, and looked at the white horse guest with a silent expression, Yuan Danqing!

This is a man who looks very good, a man with a tall figure, a man with extraordinary instruments, or a strange man holding a big head of Yuan in his palm. He stood opposite Lin Ze so lightly, looking at Lin Ze indifferently, as if he was looking at a corpse, a corpse that had lost its vitality!

Buzzing!

The white horse guest flicked the big head of Yuan, and a deep sound suddenly sounded, which lasted for a long time.

Lin Ze moved his steps and walked towards the number one master in the Northeast step by step.

One-step.

Two steps.

Three steps.

When the distance between the two was less than half a meter, Lin Ze paused, his eyes revealed a strong hatred, and he said word for word: "Even if you die, what you inflict on my brother, I will take it back from you the same, the same, the same!" ”

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