"Yes, Young Master Tu."

The mercenaries stepped forward with weapons in hand, but were naturally resisted by everyone.

Not to mention Qu Xiaojue's ghostly attack, he strangled a mercenary in the front row in a few breaths and snatched his weapon. Even the few fledgling young people who surrounded Mr. Guan at the end of the crowd were eager to try.

You have to hold a few sticks to resist.

But almost the moment they raised their eyes to meet each other, the two parties had already raised their arms, and the black muzzles were aimed at each other's eyebrows.

Under the sun, the safety had been turned on, and the dark and cold metallic luster made Tu Mo's eyebrows jump: "Sir, Sir, you want to risk the lives of so many people to resist?"

As he said that, he held Mu Jie in his hand without any care, and without looking at the little girl's frightened eyes that were full of tears but refused to fall, he pressed the weapon against her temple: "In that case, why not

How about I explain your current situation?"

"Tu Mo, no matter in the past or now, all grievances are between us men..."

Before Qu Xiaojue could finish his words, Tu Mo gritted his teeth and said, "I'll count to three. If you don't surrender, I will let you watch this little girl die in front of you. Three..."

"Tu Mo."

Qu Xiaojue called again, but his breathing did not change at all.

Her ears were filled with chaotic sounds. Liu Zhenying raised her face and looked at the man who was protecting her behind her. His cold and deep aura was as if he was on a mission at the border, with strong contempt and murderous intent: "You

The purpose of arresting me is nothing more than to threaten Hua Qing. Let the others go and I will go with you."

"You have no room to bargain with me."

"I know..."

"Two, one..."

Just when Tu Mo tightened his fingers and was about to pull the trigger, Qu Xiaojue suddenly threw the weapon to the ground and raised his arms in a gesture of surrender.

Naturally, he couldn't just watch Mu Jie die in Tu Mo's hands, otherwise Mu Hong would be angry and turn friends into enemies. Then they would be attacked from both sides and things would become even more troublesome.

Tu Mo immediately arranged for people to pick up the weapons, then stepped forward and tried to repeat the process of breaking their hands and feet.

But as soon as the other party came forward, Qu Xiaojue grabbed his head with his backhand, and used both hands to twist his neck.

The movement was so rapid that the surrounding area was quiet for a few seconds before the other mercenaries reacted and swarmed up.

It is said that two fists are difficult to defeat with four hands, but Qu Xiaojue is like the male protagonist in a TV series, one against ten. Even a hand-tailored shirt cannot cover the wildness and bloodiness emanating from his bones, he is like a vicious man.

Like a murderer, every move is sure to kill. The dagger he got from nowhere is his only weapon. The blood left behind after scratching the throats of several people drips down the blade of the knife, and it is on the grass in the winter.

Leaves spots.

There was obviously a lot of noise around him, but when everyone else's figures faded away, Liu Zhenying could only see his thrilling and powerful figure in the bright sunshine.

She suddenly seemed to understand why in TV dramas, love at first sight is not the scene where a hero saves a beauty.

Naturally, some people also focused their attention on the group of people from the Cultural Relics Academy whose attack power was relatively weak. However, before they could get closer, the magic whip thrown out by Liu Zhenying was tied around the neck, and they were strangled to death with just a little force.

In place.

His crisp and agile skills were even better than that of Qu Xiaojue. It was so shocking that the mercenaries, who were unable to shoot because the scene was too noisy, looked at each other uncontrollably and hesitated a bit in their movements.
Chapter completed!