The moment Liu Jiajun kicked Wu Zhe over, his body leaned back into the air and fell back into a straight line, and the foot supporting his body below lifted up and kicked towards Meng Jie's jaw above, but his body turned into a backflip posture. The moment his hands supported the ground, Meng Jie's jaw had already been hit hard by him, and the strength of Meng Jie's holding his foot was also loosened under the pain.

Liu Jiajun landed firmly on the ground in a cool upside-down golden hook pose, and while he dodged Wu Zhe's attack just now, he also kicked Meng Jie, who was holding his right foot, to the ground.

"Phew," Meng Jie got up and spit out the blood foam in his mouth, his heart was no longer as optimistic as before.

The person in front of him was very strong, and Meng Jie had already begun to reassess his strength in his heart.

"You two have delayed me too much," Liu Jiajun twisted his neck, and the bones inside made some noises as they writhed, "The people I have killed before have names and surnames, let's say, who are you." ”

"Can't understand Mandarin? I just told you that you are Chinese. Meng Jie said. Liu Jiajun began to talk to him, and he also fell into his arms, taking this opportunity for him to begin to recover his strength, and slowly adjust his state.

"You are not the target of my operation this time," Liu Jiajun said and looked in the direction of Yang Gongdi, "If you are willing to go your own way now, I can let you live, after all, there are not many living people in the last days, and I don't plan to kill innocents indiscriminately." ”

"You killed Chinese people on the territory of China, this is a matter of principle, and the issue of principle is not negotiable." Meng Jie stared at Liu Jiajun's eyes, trying to see his true intentions from them, "If the person you want to kill violates the law, then the Chinese government will punish it, and you came here to kill them, not indiscriminately killing innocents." ”

Liu Jiajun was silent for a moment and nodded, "Come on, let's make a quick decision." ”

As he spoke, he pulled open his clothes and drew two daggers from either side of his waist. The dagger is on the long side, the blade is shining with cold light, and the two golden eagle prints on the handle are very beautiful.

The daggers flipped and swirled around on Cara Lau's slender fingertips, and they slowly approached Meng Jie and Wu Zhe as he followed Cara Lau's footsteps.

Wu Zhe also pulled out the dagger stuck in his waist and held it in his hand, while Meng Jie untied his clothes and twisted them into a thick rope. An oppressive force pressed over as Liu Jiajun approached step by step, pressing on the two of them extremely heavy.

The daggers that were spinning at the fingertips stopped, and the slender fingers held them in his hands, Liu Jiajun suddenly raised his speed in an instant, and went straight to Meng Jie. Wu Zhe also has a dagger in his hand, and in Liu Jiajun's opinion, Meng Jie's persimmon is a little softer.

There was no superfluous fancy movement, the dagger in Liu Jiajun's hand only went towards Meng Jie's chest, Meng Jie took a step back, and after pulling a little distance, the clothes twisted into a rope on his hand had already wrapped around Liu Jiajun's right hand. Meng Jie's hands tightened, and the other party's hand was tightly locked with his clothes.

The blade of Liu Jiajun's left hand slashed forward, almost smearing Meng Jie's neck. If he hadn't reacted quickly and made a backward posture just now, I am afraid that the blood in the arteries would have splashed three feet high.

Wu Zhe pounced, grabbed Liu Jiajun's left hand with one hand, and stabbed the dagger on the other into the middle of his back. Liu Jiajun slammed into Meng Jie's arms, knocked him to the ground, and quickly pulled out of his clothes with a dagger in his right hand, and then drew an arc in the air without looking back, and the blade passed, bringing out a line of blood.

Liu Jiajun's collision and stroke were used just right, not only relieving the siege of his right hand, but also dodging Wu Zhe's attack behind him, and injuring Wu Zhe between his backhands.

"Ah!!h Seeing that his good brother was injured, Meng Jie yelled anxiously, "Lao Tzu fought with you." ”

Wu Zhe got up from the ground, a long cut had already appeared on his arm, fortunately, the knife was not deep, he glanced at the wound and then turned his gaze back to Liu Jiajun.

Liu Jiajun's dagger was used very skillfully, and in a moment of fighting, there were a few more blood marks on Meng Jie and Wu Zhe's bodies. The clothes in his hand had been cut to tatters, and Meng Jie threw it on the stone slab beside him.

Wu Zhe's condition was a little worse than his, there was a serious wound on his chest, where the blade cut the skin of the pectoralis major muscle, and the separated muscles inside turned to the sides. There was a big hole in the garment, and the placket was stained red with blood.

Liu Jiajun's body was also hit a few times, the clothes on his shoulder were cut open, the knife did not hurt his skin, but finally succeeded in threatening his neck. Meng Jie and Wu Zhe finally caused some trouble for their opponents after paying a heavy price in the grappling.

Every time their attacks were successfully defused by Liu Jiajun before, on the contrary, he not only defused these attacks, but also immediately seized the opportunity to counterattack, and only after the fight did he know how difficult it was to inflict this limited damage on Liu Jiajun.

Meng Jie had already realized that they were not Liu Jiajun's opponents, but at night on the shore of Xili Lake, this was already a never-ending game. It is impossible for Liu Jiajun to let them go again, and there is still Uncle Ye there on Yang Gongdi, and he can't entangle this powerful and perverted guy in front of him, so Uncle Ye will face the threat brought by Liu Jiajun.

"Wu Zhe," Meng Jie shouted, "I'll entangle him, you go find a stick, and if you have a stick, you can't see that I will kill this grandson." ”

"Want to go?" Liu Jiajun saw that Wu Zhe was about to run into the woods, and turned around to catch up and stop him. Meng Jie threw himself on his leg and hugged his leg, and shouted at Wu Zhe, "Run, brother, take Uncle Ye and them away." ”

Wu Zhe was stunned for a moment, and his footsteps suddenly stopped, only then did he realize that Meng Jie had asked him to find a stick just now to imply that he was about to escape from here.

"If you want to die together, I don't deserter," after thinking about it, Wu Zhe turned around and threw himself back at Liu Jiajun.

Liu Jiajun kicked on Meng Jie's back one by one, and the huge force made his heart cramp. Meng Jie felt a sweetness in his mouth, and spit out a mouthful of blood.

Wu Zhe rushed over, the dagger in his hand was no longer disciplined, and he went directly towards Liu Jiajun's vital point one by one. Liu Jiajun was hugged by Meng Jie's legs, and his movements slowed down a lot for a while, so he had to hurriedly hold Wu Zhe's dagger with his hand.

Wu Zhe pressed down on his body with all his strength, and the tip of the dagger was a little closer to Liu Jiajun's shoulder. Liu Jiajun gritted his teeth and held Wu Zhe's hand on the ground, no longer letting the blade go forward half a point.

When both of them were in the midst of anxiety, Meng Jie suddenly pulled Liu Jiajun's foot backwards hard, causing his body to lose its balance in an instant due to the force on the front and back. Liu Jiajun fell, but his body adjusted a posture in mid-air, and the next moment his knee hit Wu Zhe's waist, and then hit the dagger in his hand away.

The body fell on the cold stone slab, Liu Jiajun felt some discomfort slightly, once the body lost balance under the grappling is a very dangerous thing, especially now that he is still in a state of two-person sandwich.

Wu Wu chased into the woods, and the next moment he found that he had lost his goal. Unlike Meng Jie and Wu Zhe, Wu Wu is not very good at field tracking, as a figure standing at the pinnacle of the security field, only defense is his specialty.

Estimating the approximate location in his heart, Wu Wu continued to chase forward. There was hardly any light in the forest, and it was pitch black, and the trees in front of them could only be seen faintly when you got closer. The ground is covered with fallen leaves, and when you step on them, the dry leaves make a rustling sound. Wu Wu slowed down, trying to keep the sound under his feet as low as possible.

The sudden sound of gunfire nearby allowed Wu Wu to get Meng Jie's exact location, and he rushed in the direction of the gunshot, keeping an eye on the nearby environment along the way. As a defensive master, he knows that he can only gain an advantage on the territory he is familiar with, and if he strays into someone's home field, the consequences will be serious.

But now he can't choose, Liu Jiajun's methods are very old-fashioned, and Wu Wu can already be sure that Meng Jie and Wu Zhe are not his opponents. The gunshots had already sounded just now, so he had to speed up his pace again, hoping that he could get over in time.

Several corpses appeared in front of him in the dense forest, and he didn't need to go up to see Wu Wu to know that these were zombies, and the smell of gunpowder smoke in the air had not yet dissipated, but the rancid smell of zombie corpses was mixed in and spread together.

"Lost the goal again,...... "Wu Wu has a headache, and he does feel a little constrained in doing things in areas that he is not good at."

He had to start slowly searching the neighborhood, continuing to keep an eye on the movement around him.

Wu Wu encountered some wandering zombies in the forest, and he had no weapons in his hands, so he had to carefully avoid them. After going around a few times inside, he still didn't find Meng Jie and Wu Zhe, and Wu Wu's heart couldn't help but feel a little anxious.

Time passed minute by minute, and suddenly there was a shout of "ah" in the direction of the east, and Wu Wu hurriedly followed the sound and rushed over there. There is the Luoyan Pavilion on the shore of Xili Lake, Wu Wu has seen the pavilion there on the Su Causeway in the years of cultivation in the Liuyin Hotel, when the lake is facing each other, the Luoyan Pavilion in the sunset has a unique style.

Wu Wu walked in the direction of the Falling Goose Pavilion, and the shouts from there began to become clear. His steps unconsciously began to quicken, and the "rustle" sound of stepping on the fallen leaves became more and more urgent.

When he was about to reach the edge of the forest, Wu Wu had already seen the figure outside the Luoyan Pavilion.

Liu Jiajun and Wu Zhe both fell on the stone slab, but his injuries were not as serious as Wu Zhe's, so he had to react faster than Wu Zhe.

His elbow swung towards Wu Zhe's face and slammed into his face, Wu Zhe only felt a "buzz" in his head, and then a nosebleed flowed. My head began to become dizzy, and my mouth was full of fishy sweet taste.

Liu Jiajun got up, pulled his foot out of Meng Jie's hug, and then kicked him hard in the stomach. Seeing that Meng Jie's body suddenly arched into a shrimp and kept trembling, he seemed to be a little relieved.

The two daggers in his hand spun around his fingertips, a habitual movement he had before killing.

"It's been too long, it's time to send you both on your way."

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