Zhang Poxiao took the two women, but he couldn't speed up at all, and he was sweating profusely, but before he could figure out a way, he saw a figure running towards him, it was Duoer.

The situation was already in danger, so he put Shi Wanwan down and let Xiaocao take care of it.

Take off the spear and put on a defensive posture, it's not that you don't want to run away quickly, but you can't run at all, rather than let him catch up and rush to meet the battle, it is better to turn the passive into the active, maybe you can still fight.

Duo Er'er is very fast, one step out of one or two feet, a few blinks of an eye came to the front of him, do not stop or talk nonsense, raise the knife and split.

The tip of Zhang Poxiao's spear shook, like a fierce dragon like the sea, entangled the knife, the two fought seven or eight times, Zhang Poxiao was out of breath, and his arm was numb.

The Tiger Battalion is taking a mighty road, breaking through ten thousand laws with strength, the realm of the two is one level apart, and they will be defeated if they fight a few more times, and they can only hold on to the death.

Zhang Poxiao took a few more moves, was slapped by the back of the knife, flew out, and fell heavily to the ground, which made Xiaocao watching the battle next to him very anxious, Xiaoxiao was holding a spear, barely standing, the deputy battalion commander laughed, and raised his knife to cut again, Zhang Poxiao was thinking about how to solve this crisis, and all the methods he could think of were vetoed.

He gritted his teeth and roared, and how happy he was to pick up his gun.

In fact, Duoer was also a little surprised, this young man was afraid that he was only eighteen or nine years old, and he would be able to take on so many tricks from him, it was not simple, if it was not hostile, he could be introduced to the Tiger Battalion.

Although he thought so, his hand did not relax, and another move knocked him down, Xiaocao hurriedly ran over to help, and many deputy battalion commanders held the handle of the knife upside down, turned their backs to Zhang Poxiao, and the tip of the knife was aimed at Zhang Poxiao, and one fell backwards to stab him to death.

"Poof", the sound of a long knife piercing his body, but he smelled the faint fragrance of a woman, and looked back, it was a young woman.

"Don't! Small.... Grass! Zhang Poxiao hissed and shouted as hard as he could.

It turned out that Xiaocao saw that the situation was critical and ran over to block this fatal knife.

Zhang Poxiao's mind was blank, although he was slow to have feelings for men and women, he also knew that this woman had a friendship with him, but if he liked it, he liked it, and if he didn't like it, he couldn't force it.

Seriously, he has an inexplicable affection for this woman, like a sister and a confidant.

He kept emerging the woman's voice and smile, smiling, Lao Dongshan's first encounter, the information in the barracks was transmitted again and again, and the anxiety and worry of his injury were intertwined into a beautiful picture, and it was like a bubble that broke the person in front of her who killed her.

With blood on the corner of her mouth, Xiaocao looked back at the man who was standing still, and smiled.

It turns out that love can make people so heartbreaking, a positive look can make her happy when it is sweet, and it will also be sad for several days because of his reproach and indifference, and when he is away, he will recall his good and bad every moment, these are all treasures locked in her heart, and she belongs alone.

Born in a family of medicine farmers, he was lonely since he was a child, and was sold to the Overseer's family as a lady's maid, and they depended on him for six years until he met him, the first man to enter his heart.

With him, she understood the meaning of life, with direction and motivation, and now, she was liberated.

There is no need to continue to pretend not to care, no need to deliberately avoid it, hearing his angry shouts, seeing the horror, pity, and pain in his eyes, she suddenly understands that she actually has a small place in his heart.

Satisfied, she closed her eyes with a smile.

"Ahh ......" Zhang Poxiao let out a beast-like roar, his whole body was running his strength, and he was holding a spear and a stab. How happy to see the man in front of him suddenly angry, his eyes were bloodshot, and his expression was hideous.

The joy and excitement of appearing in my heart for no reason, this pleasure of torture and killing is really pleasant. He screamed excitedly and slashed at it with a knife.

The two fought dozens of moves, Zhang Poxiao continued to squeeze his potential, and how happy he was just with a joking mentality, slowly playing with this prey in the palm of his hand.

Zhang Poxiao still couldn't hold on and was kicked away.

This time he flew out more than ten meters and lay on the ground for a long time and couldn't get up. His face was on the ground, he couldn't move, was it over? It's a pity that I still have ambitions that haven't been realized, father, mother, third brother, I'm coming to you.

Doer shook his head a little disappointed, this prey is still too weak, just a little bit of interest can't work, it's really boring.

He stood far away, raised the knife in his right hand, and threw it at Zhang Poxiao like a bidding gun, and the long knife flew out with a roar, bringing out a wave of sound.

Zhang Poxiao closed his eyes, he was too tired.

There was a crisp "ding", and the long knife was hit, deviated from the predetermined track, and grazed Zhang Poxiao's body and plunged into the soil. And the object that was struck also fell to the ground, and it was just an ordinary stone.

"Whoever spoils grandpa's good deeds, get out of here!" Doir frowned and shouted, stomping his foot to shake up more than a dozen pieces of gravel on the ground, and then kicking them hard into the woods that had just been stoned.

The sound of breaking the air sounded, and countless stones shot into the forest, and several large trees were pierced by this stone.

"Yo, good means, I thought it was who, it turned out to be the commander of the Tiger Battalion." A burly man with a square face and dark skin slowly walked out of the forest, it was Yan Ruijin, one of the four protectors of the Tianluo Palace.

Yan Ruijin originally wanted to hide for a while, but when he saw that he was about to die under the knife, he immediately came to the rescue. It's not that he can't bear it, nor does he find it in his conscience, but he wants to capture Zhang Poxiao alive to make meritorious contributions, and the value of the living and the dead is by no means the same.

And then there is how disgusting and happy it is to save this person, why not? The Tiger Battalion and the Tianluo Palace are mortal enemies, and the two sides have fought several times, each with casualties, which can be described as a deep feud in the sea of blood.

The arrogant faces of many battalion commanders paused, and their eyes stared at him deadly. The two have fought on the battlefield, and their strength is not about the same.

He twisted his head, soothed the muscles in his head, and shook his hands and feet, "Yan Protector Fa is not in the sphere of influence of your Tianluo Palace, come here, don't tell me it's to enjoy the mountains and waters, right?" ”

"The battalion commander is really joking, it's so big this day, I think no one can care where I go, I mean I can't come here yet?" Yan Ruijin said coldly, his hand quietly removed the weapon from his back, his weapon was more peculiar, it was a pair of hooks.

The hook is also a weapon, like a sword and bent, so the hook kills people. This kind of weapon is more difficult to use, but it is very powerful, and it is difficult for many warriors to effectively defend, and those who use hooks mainly use pushing, frustration, tearing, lifting, palladium, parting, riding, holding hooks, offering and other moves.

When Dor'er saw him take his weapon, he knew that he was coming at him today, so he stopped talking nonsense, his left hand was like a hook, and he sucked hard at the long knife, and the long knife fell into his hand with the energy.

When martial arts are cultivated to a higher level, the use of strength can be released, and from this point of view, he didn't do his best to intercept and kill him in the front.