Bai Hui surrounded Wen Buyue with his clone, just waiting for him to take the bait. Lin Tianhai met Wen Butong's eyes.

Under the secret communication between Lin Tianhai and Bai Hui, he did not plan to kill these two people, but escorted them to the Wen family after being captured alive.

In that way, whether in terms of momentum or spirit, it will deal a big blow to the Wen family.

It was precisely because of this that Bai Hui did not use a killing move, but dug a pit and waited for Wen Buyue to jump down.

After Lin Tianhai and Wen Butong looked at each other, they walked a few steps in the same side direction together, and a Mo knife [South Wind] suddenly appeared in Lin Tianhai's hand, and Wen Butong also picked up a bright silver spear leaning in front of the stool.

There are many ways for Lin Tianhai to capture these two people, although martial arts is not the most effective way, it is the most oppressive and terrifying powerful way.

Only in this way can the Wen family be afraid of him Lin Tianhai, so as to achieve the goal that Lin Tianhai wants to achieve.

"This knife is called [South Wind], I'm sure you've heard of it." Lin Tianhai gestured [South Wind] twice in front of him, touched his sleeve, and said in a low voice.

Wen Butong didn't cut it and said: "Everyone is dead, what's the use of leaving this knife?" Are you going to take the knife and go underground to meet the old man yourself? ”

Wen Butong's words shot back at Lin Tianhai unceremoniously, as if in his eyes, Lin Tianhai was not afraid at all.

Lin Tianhai was a little helpless after hearing this, he didn't expect this guy to forget if he didn't speak, and it was really choking when he spoke. But thinking that he and the Wen family were already in this situation, Lin Tianhai was relieved.

Lin Tianhai, who had no intention of saying more, lay on the knife with both hands, and slashed at Wen Butong with two steps under his feet. This way of using the knife and making the knife gives Lin Tianhai a strong enough momentum.

"Dang" sound. Wen Butong's spear knocked Lin Tianhai's Mo knife flying, and then drew two arcs in front of him. Shaking the spear, he stabbed Lin Tianhai several times in the heart and lungs.

Lin Tianhai could still use the Mo knife to resist when he stabbed the first shot, but after that, he suddenly felt the power of the spear in Wen Butong's hand. It's the speed he has that doesn't reflect it.

Perhaps, it is just because the power of the spear is more suitable for long-distance combat, perhaps Lin Tianhai's knife itself is not as good as Wen Butong's understanding of the gun.

In short, as soon as Wen Butong made a move, he forced Lin Tianhai back a few steps one after another. Lin Tianhai's pressure increased greatly, and while he took it seriously, he also had to admire the Wen family's methods in martial arts.

was forced to retreat by Wen Butong one after another, and Lin Tianhai changed from a first-hand attack to a passive defense, and the counterattack became less and less. Wen Butong is more like the more he fights, the more courageous he becomes. Every shot made Lin Tianhai in danger, and every shot put Lin Tianhai in danger.

"Next", Lin Tianhai's clothes under his ribs were cut by Wen Butong's spear, and from the scratch, it can be seen that Lin Tianhai's ribs have been scratched by the spear, and a little blood flowed out.

Lin Tianhai retreated, looked down at the scars on his body, touched it with his hand, twisted it on his hand, stretched out his tongue to fill it, and said with slightly angry eyes: "It tastes good!" I'll make you feel it deeply! ”

After speaking, Lin Tianhai and Wen Butong fought together again. Compared with Wen Butong's domineering marksmanship, Lin Tianhai has a desperate attitude.

Whether it was the sharpness of his blade or the indifferent attitude of treating death as home, it gradually caused a trace of pressure in Wen Butong's heart.

This pressure is like a seed entering the soil. When Lin Tianhai ignored the spear's unusually firm attack, it quietly sprouted in Wen Butong's heart, making Wen Butong's attitude towards Lin Tianhai change slightly.

It is precisely because of the change in the attitudes of Lin Tianhai and Wen Butong. let Lin Tianhai take back the opportunity from the disadvantage, and suddenly attacked more than ten or twenty moves.

Just when Wen Butong stabilized his heart. The moment he wanted to fight back, he heard Wen Buyue, who was fighting with Bai Hui, cry out in pain. fell to the ground.

Wen Buyue's shout rang in Wen Butong's heart like the bell of death, making Wen Butong's heart "chuckle", and then dispersed the momentum that had just accumulated.

Lin Tianhai seized the opportunity at this time, jumped up and fell from the sky and slashed down. When there was a sound, the spear that Wen Butong hurriedly used to defend was slashed away by Lin Tianhai's Mo knife, broke away from Wen Butong's hand, and fell to the ground, and Lin Tianhai's Mo knife [South Wind] was also on Wen Butong's neck.

"I said it! I'll let you experience what it feels like to be bloody. After Lin Tianhai finished speaking, his gaze swept to the bottom of his Mo knife.

In the placket of Wen Butong's clothes, a long cut had been cut by the sword of Lin Tianhai's Mo knife, and the overflowing blood had already flowed to the ground.

Wen Butong didn't feel it at all, and looked at Wen Buyue anxiously. And Wen Buyue's eyes were blank, his eyes were dull and he fell to his white feet, and his tilted head was looking at Wen Butong, which was basically no different from a dead person.

Although his chest was injured by Lin Tianhai's Mo knife, and a large amount of blood flowed out, Wen Butong's undulating chest and the gaze he turned his head to glare at Lin Tianhai were all murderous.

Lin Tianhai said casually to Baihui: "How is it?" Dead or not? ”

"Brother, how can anyone survive when people shoot." Bai Hui said with some dissatisfaction, as if she was very unhappy to be looked down on by Lin Tianhai.

Lin Tianhai smiled faintly, looked at Wen Butong's expression and continued to say to Bai Hui: "Save him!" ”

After snorting at the white skin, he said, "Okay, okay, brother, you are the uncle!" I do! ”

With the fair-skinned and light movements, Wen Buyue's eyes gradually regained their former look, but he saw that Wen Butong's neck was being held by Lin Tianhai, and the blood in his chest also flowed to the ground, so he hurriedly got up and shouted: "Kill me!" Don't touch my brother! ”

Lin Tianhai narrowed his eyes, and the Mo knife in his hand was gently handed forward, and after drawing a trace of blood on Wen Butong's neck, he said, "Did I say I was going to kill him?" Wen Buyue Wen hero! ”

A sarcasm made Wen Buyue feel an indescribable indescribable indescribability and entanglement in his heart. Seeing that his junior brother was held to the neck by Lin Tianhai with a knife and could lose his life at any time, Wen Buyue no longer had the calmness and calmness he had just now, and asked, "Lin Tianhai!" What exactly do you want? ”

Lin Tianhai looked up at the sky and muttered, "I want to kill you, I have many ways, but no matter which one is enough, it is not enough for you to understand Wan'er's pain at that time!" Take me to your lair, and I'll give the entire Wen family a taste of that pain! You are the one who ruined a family, and I will bury you in the pit you have dug yourself! (To be continued......)