He heard a dull shouting sound from the wind and rain, and a heavy wheezing sound, Junjie rushed closer and closer, and saw a cloud of white sword light flickering in the dense rain, and Huang Mao rushed up with his bare hands, Junjie couldn't care much more, picked up a wooden stick from the ground beside him, gritted his teeth and stood up in severe pain, and rushed towards the two figures......

The torrential rain was like a note, blurring Junjie's eyes, and he vaguely felt Huang Mao's figure shaking, like a drunk who had drunk too much, and there was a touch of red color in the puddle under him, which was gradually diluted by the rain, and Huang Mao was obviously injured.

Junjie didn't have time to think about it, and waved the wooden stick in his hand and smashed it desperately towards the blurred figure.

The opponent is only one person, dressed in a black raincoat, the cloak of the raincoat covers the head tightly, facing the wooden stick that Junjie wielded, he skillfully raised the knife to block, and then slashed the situation, Junjie has become a little sluggish under the violent collision just now, but when he saw the flash of the knife in front of him, he felt a cold feeling on his left arm, and it was a hot burning pain.

And Huang Mao on the side picked up a wooden stick out of nowhere, roared and rushed up again, "Ding Ding Ding Ding", a crisp and pleasant sound of iron collision sounded, Huang Mao was forced back by the other party, and the torrential rain and blood were about to flow down from his body. Huang Mao was very strong, fearless, carrying a wooden stick and rushing forward, Junjie knew that his and Huang Mao's lives were in danger, so he didn't think much about it, and followed him to swing the stick forward again.

In this deep alley, three figures fought fiercely in the storm, the swordsman, the knife skill, under the aggressiveness of Junjie and Huang Mao, he still coped with Yuru, the blood on Huang Mao's body flowed more and more, Junjie endured the severe pain in his right leg, and his action was greatly discounted, and the wooden stick in his hand did not dare to directly touch the opponent's fast knife, the more he fought, the more frightened he became, and the heart said, if he fights like this, the longer the time drags on, it will only become more and more unfavorable to them.

However, in the middle of the night when the typhoon was raging, the sky should not be called, the earth was not spiritual, and if the opponent was not beaten, there was no good way to get out.

Although they didn't get along for a long time, Junjie secretly thought that if they continued to fight like this, even if the two of them died here, no one cared, although he was anxious, he had no countermeasures.

When Junjie was in a hurry, mixed with the sound of the frenzied wind and rain, the faint sound of the locomotive motor rumbling came, the sound became louder and louder, the locomotive was obviously driving this way, and the locomotive drove to this unmanned alley, Junjie didn't know whether to be happy or worried in his heart.

The sword-wielding man obviously heard the sound of the motor as well, and Junjie clearly felt that he hesitated slightly, and then the steel knife in the opponent's hand swung more resolutely, as if he wanted to end the battle in a moment.

Finally, a dazzling light shone through the heavy rain curtain, and the strong light hit their faces, and the locomotive had already driven through the bend and entered the alley where they were fighting......

The locomotive rumbled, and the three men who were fighting in the rain stopped for a moment. Because the lights were too strong, Junjie couldn't see who the people on the locomotive were.

The person riding on the motorcycle was dressed in black leather clothes, his head was covered by a black helmet, one of his hands hung down to one side, and he was holding a long knife in his hand, Junjie couldn't see the identity of the other party, and he couldn't find any familiar feeling, and his heart gradually cooled down.

The locomotive roared and galloped, and when it rushed in front of them, it showed no sign of slowing down, and even the man and the cart rushed past the three men, and at the moment of passing by, the cold light flashed, and the long knife slashed at the knifeman in the raincoat, who hurriedly dodged to one side, and the blade grazed his arm.

The locomotive rushed by, in the place of rushing out of ten meters, "Huh-", a violent and piercing brake sounded, the front wheel of the locomotive rose violently like a fierce horse, and then the rider supported the ground with one foot, a beautiful rotation, the whole locomotive came to a beautiful 180-degree sharp turn, and then he tightened the accelerator in his hand, and the locomotive rushed towards the knifeman, and swung the knife to him again, forcing him to turn sideways again and flash in embarrassment.

Junjie just woke up like a dream at this time, overjoyed, it turned out that the motorcycle rider was here to help them, until this time, his strong body, felt a burst of relaxation, his feet were soft, and he fell to the ground with a thud. At this time, Huang Mao also fell to the ground with a "plop" because of excessive bleeding and exhaustion, splashing countless splashes.

The cyclist never leaves the car, and his manipulation of the locomotive can be said to be a combination of man and car, and the locomotive is simply obedient to his hand like a famous horse that can psychic. He rode around on the motorcycle, his blade never far from the man.

But after seven or eight rounds of rushing like this, the knife man gradually figured out the number of the cyclist's path, and slowly changed from passive to active, and the number of counterattacks became more and more, when the locomotive collided with him again, he suddenly jumped up unexpectedly, not only dodged the long knife that came to him, but also the knife in his hand was cut obliquely, only to hear a painful cry of "ah-", the motorcycle trembled violently, "clank", the cyclist was stabbed in the arm, and the knife in his hand also fell to the ground. Fortunately, he was a skilled rider, and after a period of swaying, the locomotive finally stabilized its momentum and stood up again, saving it from the doom of toppling.

The cyclist's long knife has been lost, and after the locomotive rushes out of dozens of meters, it makes another beautiful U-turn, increases the throttle again, and rushes towards the knife man in the rain again. The knife man raised the long knife in his hand, and the rain fell to the ground with blood stains on the ground, and he stood in the middle of the street with the knife, waiting to meet the cyclist again......

The locomotive is getting closer and closer, twenty meters, fifteen meters, ten meters, five meters ......, seeing that the locomotive is about to crash into him, saying that it is too late and that is fast, the direction of the locomotive suddenly deviates to the oblique stab, and actually rushed to the side of Junjie, before Junjie reacted to what was going on, the locomotive suddenly stopped abruptly in front of him, and the cyclist pulled him behind him, and the locomotive rushed straight out of the road "suddenly".

At this time, at the other end of the long alley, a noisy sound came from afar, and countless car lights flashed closer, and it seemed that a large group of people were rushing towards this side.

The locomotive was galloping fast, Junjie was dizzy, still worried about the yellow hair on the ground, desperately trying to pull the man in black to take the yellow hair away, but the man in black was very impatient with a backhand elbow, impartial, just hit Junjie's temple, Junjie's eyes suddenly darkened, his mind was dizzy, and he fell on the shoulder of the man in black, unconscious.

But the locomotive drove faster and faster, and soon left the swordsman and yellow hair in the rain far behind......

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