"Boss, what nonsense to talk to him, the fourth child's revenge must be avenged!"

In the end, the young man with the gun shouted angrily, shook the spear in his hand, turned into a little cold and stabbed towards Qiu Qi's blade.

Seeing this, the middle-aged scribe who was left had no choice but to follow suit.

A pair of tiger thorns used by burly men are short, ruthless, and dangerous. The middle-aged scribe used a judge's pen, and the three of them were skillful at first glance, and the siege and attack were like a tidal wave. That is, Qiu Qijian killed one of their brothers before, which caused a flaw in this siege, and only then did he barely have a chance to breathe.

But even so, the two of them are in danger.

The little girl on his back was even slashed by the burly man with a tiger thorn, leaving a gap.

But the little girl on her back was also strong, and she gritted her teeth and didn't make a sound.

Bite!

Qiu Qi's blade opened the young man's spear, and the steel knife in his hand turned, but he did not dodge the burly man's tiger sting, and wanted to fight for the other party's life with injuries in exchange for injuries.

The burly man's eyes were startled, and the movements in his hands subconsciously slowed down.

In the usual sparring practice, this stagnation naturally has no effect, but between life and death, this hesitation is fatal.

"Dick, be careful!"

Seeing this, the middle-aged scribe snorted. The judge's pen in his hand clicked seven times, wanting to cut off Qiu Qi's attack and save his brother. But how could Qiu Qizhi, who finally seized the opportunity, give up, in the face of several attacks from middle-aged scribes, he did not dodge or dodge, and saw the steel knife in his hand flash.

Poof!

With a slash, a huge skull rolled out.

The headless corpse spewed out a stream of blood, splashing all over the body. Qiu Qi's blade on the opposite side was even splashed on his face, and the whole person looked like a demon crawling out of the ground.

"Second brother!"

"Second brother!

”

The middle-aged scribe and the young man with the gun were furious.

They couldn't understand why this Qiu Qiblade was so difficult to kill. The fourth brother died before, and now the second brother is also dead.

"I want you dead!

”

The young man with the gun in a fit of rage ignored it and rushed forward again.

"The Fourth ......"

The middle-aged scribe didn't have time to pull people, so he had to open his mouth to remind.

"Kill that girl!"

The previous fight was purely unintentional, and Qiu Qijian had very sufficient experience in fighting in the rivers and lakes, and the burly man was caught by him to his weakness and exchanged his injuries for his life.

But the middle-aged scribe who reacted was not stupid, and quickly thought of a way to attack and save him.

It's not very glamorous, though.

But it worked!

Sure enough, with the reminder of the middle-aged scribe, the young man with the gun attacked again and again, and each time the target of the attack was the girl behind Qiu Qi's blade. In order to protect the girl, Qiu Qijian had to passively defend himself. The previous ferocity was also interrupted, and the momentum was discharged, and the offense and defense were easy to turn.

"Uncle, put me down."

The little girl's face was already a little pale because of the excessive bleeding.

She knew that if this continued, both of them would have to die.

So for the first time in a long time, the little girl spoke.

"Don't talk, with me, you can't die!"

Qiu Qijian managed to dodge the sweep of the spear, but was hit in the back again by the middle-aged scribe, and his injuries were further aggravated.

When Wu Chong rushed over.

What I saw was a picture of the two besieging one, and the girl was in danger under the siege of the two. But even so, the man with the knife did not give up. The two attacking people were afraid that he would change his life, but it was just a drain. As long as it drags on, they must be the ones who win.

"Want to help?"

The voice sounded suddenly, making the battle that had been in the heat of battle suddenly stopped.

A few people took advantage of the situation and found that a young man was sitting on a tree next to him, and this person was holding a pitch-black fruit in his hand and eating it steadily.

It was Wu Chong.

Wu Chong chose to help Qiu Qijian because he was carrying a child.

This kind of person will only talk to him when he is saved, because he has weaknesses. On the contrary, the two who attacked were not so easy to communicate, and from the attitudes of the two of them, it can be seen that the two of them are following other people's orders, and most of these people are dead killers or the like, even if they are saved, they may not be able to ask anything useful.

"If Your Excellency is willing to make a move, Qiu Mou's life will be sold to you."

Qiu Qijian looked at Wu Chong, who was quietly eating melons on the book, and said.

He's running out of oil now, and it's definitely a dead word to keep going. It doesn't matter if he dies, the little girl behind him won't be able to live. Wouldn't that be a vain death? The person was not saved, and he put himself inside, so he was unwilling to think about it. So he was the first to show his attitude. He doesn't ask what the other party's strength is, only the attitude.

"This friend, I advise you not to meddle in your affairs,......"

The middle-aged scribe said in a deep voice.

"This is the meaning of Mr. Lin's dart head of the Fuwei Dart Bureau."

Between the words, he did not forget to bring out the forces behind him.

The rivers and lakes themselves are meant to talk about the background, and no one cares if they go out and be killed without using the background.

"Deal."

Wu Chong nodded in agreement, ignoring the threat of the middle-aged scribe.

What kind of Fuwei dart game, he is single, and the last thing he eats is a threat.

As he spoke, he threw it with one hand, and the kernel he had just eaten spun in the air, and then flicked his fingers, and the spinning kernel suddenly turned into a streamer and flew towards the nearest young man with a gun.

"The third child is careful!"

The middle-aged scribe, who had always been on guard, dodged, and the judge's pen in his hand clicked several times in the air, and finally blocked the flying fruit core in mid-air.

The young man with the gun who was attacked was frightened into a cold sweat, he really smelled death just now.

The middle-aged scribe who blocked the blow was also surging with qi and blood, and the power transmitted from the core of the fruit entered his body along the judge's pen, making his internal qi chaotic, and a mouthful of reverse blood instantly surged up. But he pressed him back again.

What a terrifying internal force, this person is at least a big master at the head of the dart.

The middle-aged scribe was shocked.

Although there seems to be no change on the surface, there is already a desire to retreat in the heart. Brotherly hatred will wait until I go back to find someone to count, and save my life first. Stay in the green mountains without worrying about no firewood! Those who mix rivers and lakes, the head iron has long since died.

"Shameless rats, if you have the ability to fight with real knives and guns, don't be like a girl, hide behind your back and hurt people with hidden arrows."

Seeing that the eldest brother next to him did not speak, the young man with the gun thought that he had the upper hand, and immediately opened his mouth to mock.

"Shut up!"

The middle-aged scribe scolded, and then saluted Wu Chong, who flew down.

"Since the seniors have taken over this beam, then our brothers will admit it."

Predecessor?

A question mark popped up in the head of the young man with the gun who had just finished his cruel words, and he thought he had misheard.

"Fourth, go!

”

After speaking, regardless of Wu Chong's reaction, he pulled the young man with the gun and wanted to run.

"Cutting grass must be eradicated, and the trouble can be cut down."

Wu Chong, who flew down, unfolded a handful of leaves in his hand and threw them out. Three turns (100 levels) of internal force in the body are perfused into it. Suddenly, the leaves spread out like a rain of flowers......