"Hmph, even if you kill us today, my father will definitely make you and the forces behind you pay an even more painful price." Wen Ren gritted his teeth and said, his cold eyes full of unwillingness.

With the strength of his peak dark strength, he couldn't hold up a hundred moves in the hands of the other party, there was no doubt that that person was a genuine martial artist.

He actually used a chemical martial artist to assassinate them, apparently the other party didn't want to let their two siblings leave Haicheng at all.

"Hehe, you are still hard-mouthed when you die, don't worry, your father will go down to accompany you soon, it's a pity that such a bright girl, if it weren't for the fact that time doesn't allow, I really wouldn't be willing to kill you so soon." The middle-aged man looked greedily at the light dance behind the crowd.

"Even if you die, I won't let you touch a single hair of my sister, you take my sister away, I'll stop him." Hearing the roar of the people.

"Brother, don't!" Hearing the light dance and crying, he shouted.

"Light dance, if there is an afterlife, I still want to be your brother, go quickly!" Wen Ren didn't look back, his resolute eyes were slightly red, he knew that it was impossible to leave alive today.

If he could exchange his life for the life of Wen Renqingwu, he would definitely not frown.

"It's such a touching picture that I want to cry, but today, none of you want to leave alive." After the middle-aged man finished speaking, the aura on his body became even colder, and the temperature around him seemed to drop by more than ten degrees in an instant, and the bodies of everyone present trembled subconsciously.

Wen Ren clenched his fists and strode towards the middle-aged man, attacking him with a move that almost ended up in the same vein.

"I can't help myself." The middle-aged man sneered, and a cold light flashed in his hand, and in an instant, a wound of more than ten centimeters was drawn on Wen Ren's chest.

The middle-aged man seemed to enjoy the process of killing, otherwise the knife would have been enough to cut Wen Ren's throat.

Blood gushed out and sprinkled on the ground, Wen Ren couldn't bear the severe pain, his body slammed forward, and his hands hugged the middle-aged man's waist.

"Let's go!"

Hearing that he was roaring with all his strength, he was ready to sacrifice.

Zhao Tianhu knew that this was their only chance to live, and without any hesitation, he pulled Wen Ren, who was still crying, to dance lightly, and passed through the middle-aged man as quickly as possible.

"Let's go up, we'd rather die than protect Captain Zhao and their safe evacuation."

The dozen or so special forces all swarmed up to attack the middle-aged man to buy time for Zhao Tianhu.

At this moment, there was no fear in their eyes.

"Look for death!"

The middle-aged man roared angrily and shook it hard, trying to shake Wenren off of him.

But Wen Ren's hands were clasped tightly, and even his teeth were almost crushed, and when he was dying, his potential was completely stimulated.

Bang bang bang!

Countless fists slammed into the middle-aged man's body, instantly drowning him.

"A bunch of ants, get out of the way!"

This time, the middle-aged man was completely angry, his momentum skyrocketed, his palms frantically swung out, and the thick and terrifying palm wind instantly defeated the dozen or so special forces, all of them lying on the ground in pain, and they didn't even have the strength to stand up.

However, Wen Ren's hands still hugged the middle-aged man.

"Boy, go to hell!"

A cold light flashed in the middle-aged man's eyes, and the dagger in his hand was about to cut off Wen Ren's throat when a cold voice sounded.

"Stop, or I'll shoot!"

At the last moment, Shen Haojun and Chen Qingyang finally arrived.

Seeing the people lying on the ground with painful faces, Shen Haojun's face was extremely pale, if the other party was not a hostage, he would have shot him in the head a long time ago.

"Brother Yang, please save my brother, I don't want him to die!" Wen Ren said lightly with a crying voice.

Chen Qingyang nodded solemnly, even Wenren Zongheng was defeated in the hands of the other party, obviously he was a master of the strength level.

Moreover, the opponent's dagger was against Wen Ren's throat, unless Chen Qingyang's strength returned to its peak, it was impossible to save Wen Renzong before the other party made a move.

"Boom, two more ants are coming to die." The middle-aged man said with a sneer, his eyes shining with a cold light.

"Captain, his strength is very strong, and ordinary bullets can't threaten him at all." Zhao Tianhu reminded beside Shen Haojun.

"Not afraid of bullets?" Shen Haojun's brows furrowed instantly, he was able to ignore ordinary bullets, so there was only one explanation, the other party was a martial artist.

"Put away your ridiculous pistol, that thing is useless to me." The middle-aged man said proudly.

Although the martial artists can't reach the realm of copper skin and iron bones, the bullets of ordinary power really can't pose any threat to them.

Shen Haojun's face was extremely gloomy, he only had the strength of the peak of dark energy, and he had no chance of winning against a martial artist.

Just as Shen Haojun was about to order Zhao Tianhu to leave with Wenren Qingwu, Chen Qingyang's voice sounded in his ears.

"Wait a minute, let's make a move together and attack him." Chen Qingyang said.

"Okay." For Chen Qingyang's words, Shen Haojun has long been convinced.

"Shoot."

As soon as Chen Qingyang's voice fell, the two of them rushed towards the man in black like a sharp sword off the string.

"Why do you want to save him? It's ridiculous! ”

Even if he was entangled by the Wenren, the middle-aged man did not panic at all, his palms were windy, with the momentum of thunder, and he fiercely imprinted on Chen Qingyang and the two.

The two quickly dispersed one left and one right, their bodies squatted almost at the same time, and the autumn wind swept the leaves and swept the legs of the middle-aged man fiercely, and the cooperation was very tacit.

"What?"

The middle-aged man was shocked, he didn't expect the two of them to attack his lower plate at the same time, it was his weakness, and he was caught off guard, his feet lost his center of gravity, and his body immediately fell back.

"Let it go!"

Chen Qingyang grabbed Wen Ren's shoulders and pulled him hard, pulling him over from the middle-aged man's body.

"Look for death!"

The middle-aged man deserves to be a master of strength, a backflip stabilized his body, and then attacked Chen Qingyang and the two with a backhand in an instant.

Shen Haojun flashed in front of Chen Qingyang, and tried his best to resist the middle-aged man, but in less than three breaths, he was blasted away by the other party's palm, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and his expression instantly fell.

At the moment when the middle-aged man made a move, Chen Qingyang's afterglow suddenly found that there was a special tattoo on his wrist, which was a totem tattoo.

As soon as he saw this totem tattoo, Chen Qingyang's eyes instantly turned red, emitting an astonishing cold light.

The middle-aged man also seemed to be startled by Chen Qingyang's terrifying and bloodthirsty eyes, and subconsciously took back the palm he had just swung out.

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"You are a member of the Heavenly Evil Sect!" Chen Qingyang's every word almost collapsed from between his teeth, and he slowly put down the seriously injured Wen Ren, staring at the middle-aged man.

"Who are you? Why do you know about the existence of the Heavenly Evil Gate? The middle-aged man's pupils shrank, and his eyes were also staring at Chen Qingyang.

"Shadow!" Chen Qingyang suddenly shouted loudly: "Take him down for me!" ”