Three fists, three tightly clenched fists. Beneath the bright green skin are tight muscles, tendons that carry out and tension on companions.

Linga could feel, feel the emotions contained in the movements of the three turtles. This is the feeling of a warrior to other warriors in the dark - if that Tiannuo warrior can still be called a warrior and a human.

Whether the punch is serious, whether it has the idea of putting the opponent to death, whether it wants to force back, whether it is defensive, or rescue, these are all body language. This kind of language can only be interpreted by those who are comfortable in battle and can see through every movement of their opponents.

For example, Linga, who has inherited martial arts.

The attack of these three turtles did not have the so-called murderous aura, not even excessive malice, some were just nervous about the mood of their companions, and wanted to force Lin Jia's emotions back.

However, Linga was not going to retreat, because if he did, he might let them run.

Well...... It's a far cry from tonight's goal, but it's all in front of you, and you don't know where the target is, so it's not bad to desert a little. And Linga remembers that if the setting is correct, these turtles might be able to come in handy.

However, the fists of these turtles were not enough to make Linga retreat. Because their fists are still too childish.

Up, middle, and down, the three-way fist came to the body, passed through the gap, and hit Linga. And Lin Jia was not in a hurry, only to see his body stretched, naturally his feet off the ground, and his body in the air like a sensitive hairtail fish in the sea water turned half a circle to avoid the attacking fist. In the direction of rotation, the whip leg was struck in the air, and it was slammed into the face of the turtle in the middle with a blue cloth belt like a whip.

At the same time, with this kick, borrowing force from the turtle's body, Linga's body suddenly twisted around, straightened his body, and kicked the other turtle standing on the left and right with both legs, kicking them back a few steps.

"What are you doing in such a hurry, I don't mean ......" Linga tilted his head, dodging the wooden stick stabbed from the right.

"Ahh To the left of Linga, a turtle with an orange cloth belt covered his face: "Donatello, what are you hitting me on the head?!" ”

Donatello, the turtle holding a long stick in his hand and tied with a purple cloth belt, saw that he had injured his own person by mistake, and hurriedly said: "I want to poke him with a stick to make this guy show his flaws, and then I can use a move to slash Huashan and knock him unconscious, and I can bring back Raphael who is lying on the ground unconscious, but I didn't expect to hit you, I'm sorry, Mackey." ”

"Why do you talk so much nonsense, but now you're fighting!" The turtle, known as Mackey, pulled out the nunchucks around his waist and began to dance.

"That's it, there are so many words in the battle, and you still tell your combat intentions, so that I won't be hit again" Lin Jia's right hand added another point of strength, suppressing the turtle tied with a blue cloth belt that intended to resist, and pulled out a katana on his back with his left hand and pointed it at the two turtles: "The teacher who taught you martial arts will cry, right?" ”

"You!" Wielding nunchucks and long sticks, the two turtles pounced together, and the turtles under Linga's hands were also struggling to break free.

"Oh, it's dangerous, if you bump into it like this," Lin Jia raised his eyebrows, as if he was completely sure, and said with a smile: "Why can't you sit down and chat?" ”

At this time, Leonardo, who was kneeling on the ground, felt a lightness on his back, and his whole body bounced up. Before he could react, the long sticks and nunchucks were already in front of him.

At this time, the weapon was already close in front of him, and the two people holding the weapon had no time to change the direction of the weapon, so Leonardo's fate was that his head was beaten with a stick and his blood flowed.

But some people just don't want to see that.

Leonardo couldn't dodge anymore, and he could only close his eyes to face the embarrassing future. For the next moment, Leonardo felt a force coming from his heel, causing his body to unconsciously fall back, then constantly, constantly falling, and finally the feeling of the shell behind him touching the ground.

"Yikes! Donatello, do you like to hit me on the head so much? "Mackey, oh, let's call Michelangelo. Michelangelo covered his face again, which was stamped with a second seal by Donatello.

Donatello said embarrassedly, "Hug, sorry...... I just want to ......"

"Don't think about it, save me first!" Leonardo's voice came from the ground.

The two turtles looked down and saw that Linga was sitting on Leonardo's body, playing with the katana in his left hand.

"Don't get excited, don't get excited, I have no ill will towards you from the beginning, otherwise ......" The katana blade in his left hand pointed at Leonardo, who was struggling, and Linga said with a smile: "With the rookie-like cooperation you just had, I have already used it to stew Wang Hachi soup." ”

"Well, Mackey, he seems to have a point, it was Raphael who did it first" Donatello, who was holding the stick, looked at his companion Michelangelo and said, "No matter how you use it, we are the ones who do it first." ”

"Don't you forget what Master Sprint said that we can't be seen by humans, have you forgotten?" Michelangelo retorted.

Donatello said hurriedly: "Now is not the time to discuss, isn't it our mistake first?" ”

Michelangelo gritted his teeth and said, "You guy......"

Linga didn't have the idea of sowing discord, but the two turtles quarreled on their own. Retracting the blade, Linga turned his head to look at Leonardo on the ground and said, "You're the captain, right?" It's really hard for you to have this kind of little brother...... Although ......"

Nunchucks and long sticks struck at a rapid pace, and Linga quickly flipped back, and after three consecutive points on the ground, he stood up again, and said, "A little clever. ”

It turned out that unconsciously, the two turtles seemed to be arguing, but in fact, their feet were constantly approaching Linga, and then suddenly launched a surprise attack. Alone with cooperation, it is indeed a very good action.

Michelangelo pulled Leonardo up, and Raphael, who was unconscious, was also held in Donatello's arms. Looking at the four turtles in front of him, Linga said, "Please listen to me......"

After a while, Linga was the only one left on the roof of the building.

"Raphael, Leonardo, Donatello, Michelangelo......" Linga scratched his head: "If this is a novel, it must be a brainless guy who would add so many things, I really ......"

Linga's expression was like constipation at this time, and his expression was extremely tangled. In the end, I could only sigh helplessly: "I can't complain about it-"