The tree is as straight as a gun, the crown is like a sharp edge, pointing to the big moon from afar, and the killing intent is awe-inspiring.

In the dark forest where he couldn't see his fingers, Zhao Qingxia's footsteps were staggering, and his body was covered with blood, and before it coagulated, it was covered with dripping new blood, layer upon layer.

The pale-faced young man smiled bitterly, "Old Ma, what time is it, why do I feel a little fucking sleepy." ”

"Sensei is talking to Lao Tzu about this, that farm dog is dead, now as long as we get rid of that scarface, we will be safe."

The red eyes in the helmet came from the anxious voice of Ma Wangye, "Stinky boy, you must not sleep."

"Alright, don't howl, I was just kidding you, but it's true that you have to take a breath, and if you run again, your blood will run dry."

Zhao Qingxia quietly swallowed a mouthful of blood that surged into his throat, slowly slid down against a big tree with his back, and finally sat down on the ground.

"Old Ma, what is the origin of these people, do you see it?"

Ma Wangye snorted coldly, "Who else can it be, the people of the Sichuan-Chongqing Gambling Club!" ”

"So sure, how can you see it?"

"Didn't the pastoral dog who was punched in the head by you shouted a second word, and you didn't hear it?"

"That's strange, how did the people from the Sichuan-Chongqing Gambling Club find our location? We've only been in contact once, so I guess it's just that."

"You guessed it right, we must have been sold by the people in the club."

Ma Wangye said angrily: "Fuck those beasts, it's not good to strike iron, play with Ma Ye and me, and I'll move all their butts to their heads when I turn around!" ”

Zhao Qingxia was also rarely angry, and spouted a mouthful of dirty words, "Sew the birds into their mouths and let them eat them for the rest of their lives!" ”

It's no wonder that the two of them are so angry, you must know that the Tianzhi Society, as the most ancient secret organization in the Mo family sequence, advocates 'love and non-attack, and stop fighting', and internally requires members to love and help each other, which is better than the robe brother association's 'how can it be said that there is no clothes, and the same robe with the son'.

Therefore, in the Tianzhi Society, it is extremely rare to be betrayed by one's own people.

It has happened only a handful of times over the centuries, and each time it is a typical case for new members to watch it again and again.

Ma Wangye and Zhao Qingxia never thought that they would one day become victims and be made into a new case to warn future generations.

Zhao Qingxia was silent for a moment, and asked in a low voice, "Old Ma, who do you think betrayed us?" ”

"I'm not sure, I'm contacting the 'ink attack' team in the meeting this time, and I'm afraid that the people inside are all suspicious."

Ma Wangye said in a guilty tone: "It's also my fault, I shouldn't ask them for help." ”

"Hahaha, old horse, you also have times when the horse stumbles."

Zhao Qingxia joked nonchalantly, and changed his words: "But then again, there has been no movement for a long time, do you think you have already thrown off that scarface?" ”

At this time, there was no movement in the woods except for the sound of ghosts crying in the wind-blown treetops.

As soon as Zhao Qingxia's words fell, there was a sudden exclamation from Lord Ma in his ears: "Get out of the way!" ”

He subconsciously rolled to the side, and the next second there was a sudden crackling sound of trees cracking overhead.

A cold light cut through the trunk of the tree and fell towards the top of Zhao Qingxia's head!

Poof!

The blade cut the trunk of the tree from the middle, and although Zhao Qingxia made a dodge move in advance, a large piece of flesh was cut off from his left arm.

"It's fucking tough."

Zhao Qingxia supported the ground with one hand, jumped up, looked at the extremely bright eyes in the dark, and slowly took a deep breath.

The smell of earthy earth mixed with the smell of blood rushed into his nose, clearing his drowsy mind from excessive blood loss.

"Damn, it's weird to have less music."

Zhao Qingxia shook his head and scolded with a smile, and as soon as he stepped on his feet, his figure had already rushed forward, and his right leg, which was only protected by ink armor, turned into a black shadow, sweeping his head high.

Clang!

The two horizontal knives knocked away the leg shadow, and the fist with his left hand smashed extremely viciously into the middle of Zhao Qingxia's legs.

The young man's face rolled with anger, and his body suddenly leaned back, and his left foot was on Ertiao's left wrist.

With his feet in the air, he took his hands as his feet, his body was like a wheel, and his legs flew and swept in front of him.

For a while, a dense sonorous sound sounded in the forest, like a rainstorm hitting leaves, endlessly.

"Mimic martial arts?"

Erjo sneered, a hint of disdain in his eyes, "How long can you support you with this tattered ink armor?" ”

Airplanes.

The sound of the buzzing of the machine heart was particularly harsh, Zhao Qingxia's eyes immediately narrowed, and he immediately made a decision, his hands made a force, and the whole person was like a strong arrow off the string, going straight to the other party's jaw.

Clang!

There was a crunch.

Zhao Qingxia's heart sank suddenly, and he saw that the other party's left hand was cushioned in front of his throat, and the flesh and blood in his palm were broken, revealing the cold steel metacarpal bones below, and he actually blocked his kick with one hand!

"Old Horse"

The big man's eyes were bright, and he said without saltiness: "Without the blessing of Mo Jia, your bells and whistles have no effect." ”

Bang!

The two five fingers were clasped together, and the green tendons on the muscular arm were all gone, and Zhao Qingxia was directly thrown out.

Zhao Qingxia's back slammed into a tree, bounced to the ground, and then suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood and sprayed it in front of him.

The trembling tree behind him sprinkled large leaves and covered the shoulders of the young man, as if to bury him here.

"You don't have to die now."

"Still want to catch it alive?"

Zhao Qingxia grinned, revealing a mouthful of blood-stained teeth, and his eyes widened, "Do your mother's big dream of spring and autumn." ”

Syllable!

The second step approached, held the knife in his backhand, and used the back of the knife to whip Zhao Qingxia out again.

"Surrender, you don't have to die now!"

The man's tone was stiff, repeating what he had just said again, but the movement of the knife in his hand did not stop for a moment.

Syllable!

Zhao Qingxia just got up, and slapped the back of the knife on the side of his face, and suddenly raised his head to the sky and spewed out a mouthful of blood mist, staggering backwards and retreating.

The blood-stained palm supported the trunk of the tree, and Zhao Qingxia endured the severe pain and shook his body to stand up straight.

"Humiliating Lao Tzu? A month ago, I could have killed you with one hand for something like you. ”

"Pretending."

Ertiao snorted coldly, raised the back of the knife again, but suddenly there was a flower in front of him, and Zhao Qingxia, who was already at the end of the crossbow, actually rushed towards him again!

He was begging for death

Ertiao saw through Zhao Qingxia's thoughts, and stood still in place.

It wasn't until the leg shadow hit him that he suddenly took a step forward, pushed his elbow against his shoulder, and smashed his shoulder forward, hitting the middle of the leg shadow!

Hearing a crisp click, Zhao Qingxia's right leg shattered, and his knee twisted and turned outward, but it was broken and flew backwards.

"Hmm."

The heart-rending pain came from his right leg, Zhao Qingxia bit his lip tightly, let the blood flow all over his chest, and did not let himself let out any screams.

"Stinky Boy"

At this moment, a voice that had been silent for a long time finally sounded again.

fell into Zhao Qingxia's ears, but he was so weak and tired.

(End of chapter)