"You...well!..."

Zheng Jie was still staring at middle-aged man and wanted to say something, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he felt a coolness in his throat, and then he felt a liquid gushing out, and the salty and viscous liquid gushed out of his mouth.

"puff!"

Zheng Jie squirted out blood, raised his hand to cover the knife edge on his neck, and the strength in his body seemed to be drained, and his body was about to slip to the ground. The middle-aged man reached out to hold Zheng Jie's collar so that Zheng Jie would not fall down, but the blood flowing out could not be blocked.

Zheng Jie's eyes widened. He raised his hands hard and tried to block the wound on his neck, but now he felt weak all over. He pressed his hands on his neck without any use. Blood still gushed out like a flood that broke the dam, and soon wet the ground under his feet.

"Zheng Jie! Why are you still doing a few tricks there? Don't be too lazy! Come and drive away quickly!" Fu Ze saw that Zheng Jie had been getting off the car and kept slapping his head out, and shouted impatiently.

"wrong!"

Tu Aokun's eyes narrowed. He felt that Zheng Jie was in a wrong state. His body was twitching slightly, and his standing posture was also awkward, as if he was forcibly holding the back of his neck and pulling it.

At this time, the three Dudu and the other two behind also noticed something abnormal. Dudu shook their heads, their braids flew, Zhuiba nodded, and silently pushed open the car door and jumped out of the car and walked forward.

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After taking two steps, Zhuiba felt something was wrong because he saw liquid dripping under Zheng Jie.

"Let him go!"

Zhuiba pointed at the middle-aged man and shouted loudly.

"Friend, look at you, isn't it just such a trivial matter? As for being so angry?" The middle-aged man poked his head out of Zheng Jie's shoulder and looked at Zhuiba with a smile.

"Grass!"

Zhui Ba cursed, no longer hesitated, fiddled with the finger condoms on his hands, ran up with big strides, and rushed over to middle-aged.

"hehe."

The middle-aged man grinned and slapped Zheng Jie in the chest with a palm. Zheng Jie suddenly flew backwards like a kite with a broken string.

Zhuiba quickly stretched out his arms to catch Zheng Jie, but when he put Zheng Jie's body down and took a look, he was furious, because the shocking wound on Zheng Jie's neck was still gushing out blood, and Zheng Jie had rolled his eyelids and his body was twitching one after another. It was obviously impossible to vent more and intake less.

"Tait!"

Zhui Ba was still furious. The middle-aged man not only did not retreat but rushed up. When he rushed forward, his hands shook, and a cold steel fork appeared in his hands, about forty centimeters in length and sharp blades.

When he was still four or five meters away from Zhuba, middle-aged man jumped high, and his two steel forks were like dragons coming out of the sea, carrying endless power and stabbed towards Zhuba's head.

"Be careful when chasing the domineering!"

Seeing this, Nishuo and Dudu made a reminder at the same time. At the same time, Nishuo took out a characteristic slingshot under the seat with his left hand, and a small steel ball with a diameter of one centimeter appeared in his right hand like a magic trick. He put the steel ball on the slingshot, poked his head out of the car window, pulled the rubber band hard, and the steel ball whistled out and shot towards the middle-aged man.

At the same time, Dudu had already kicked open the car door and rushed down. While rushing forward, his right hand was around his waist, and a nine-section whip appeared in his hand. She swung it hard, and the nine-section whip suddenly condensed into a stick-shaped sting towards the middle-aged man.

"when!"

The middle-aged man didn't dare to be careless after hearing the sound of breaking the wind. Others were still not focused in the air, but they forced their body to twist. The blade of the steel fork blocked the steel balls shot from the back of the river. The steel balls hit the street tree next to them, and immediately left a small black hole in the trunk.

"Haha, it's a bit meaningful."

At the same time, middle-aged man took advantage of the trend and avoided the nine-section whip of Dudu and retreated to the side of the truck.

Fu Ze was already scared and almost peeing. He turned his head and looked at Zheng Jie, who was covered in blood and limp behind him. He immediately screamed in a strange tone, and he shivered in the car, trembling like a frightened rabbit.

"Young Master, don't panic, I won't be able to do anything."

Tu Aokun felt contemptuous, but he didn't show it. He turned around and comforted him and got out of the car. He turned around with the Dragon Group and stared at the middle-aged man opposite him.

Dudu's face looked extremely ugly. She had never encountered anyone or force who dared to openly attack them since she joined the Dragon Group. What the person in front of her had obviously touched her bottom line.

"Who is you? You dare to attack the Dragon Group. Are you not afraid of a disaster?"

Dudu had a pretty face, Han Frost, grabbed a nine-section whip with a cold light in his right hand, staring at the middle-aged man opposite and shouting loudly.

The middle-aged man smiled evilly, reached out to take off his hat, looked at Dudu and the other two indifferently, and said, "Dragon Group? Haha, I'm counting an egg in my eyes."

Hearing the other party's extremely arrogant words, the three of the Dragon Group were furious, and Zhuba even cursed with anger: "Bastard! Looking for death!"

The middle-aged man stood there, flipped his hands, pulled out two gorgeous flowers on his hands, and then whistled.

As soon as the whistle sounded, more than a dozen people in black clothes and black pants jumped out of the truck's truck's bucket. Each of them held a scimitar with a very large curve in both hands. The blade was sharp and shining with a cold light under the moonlight.

These dozen people are ancient martial artists! And there are five or six internal martial artists, and the rest are all external martial artists.

Dudu frowned, obviously not expecting that the other party would have such a lineup, but then her eyes narrowed, as if she had thought of something, staring at the middle-aged man blurted out a word.

"Tianluo Sect!?"

Hearing this sentence, Tu Aokun's face changed drastically. Although he had never dealt with the people of the Tianluo Sect, the latter's name was well-known. It was a mysterious organization that dared to fight against the Dragon Clan. Although he was always at a disadvantage in the game against the Dragon Clan, he had not been destroyed by the Dragon Clan for so many years. It was enough to show his strength. Unexpectedly, they were the ones who were robbed now!

After knowing the other party's identity, Tu Aokun's eyes flashed. He had already secretly planned in his heart that he could not offend the Tianluo Sect to death. Otherwise, the three juniors next to him might be afraid of the Tianluo Sect, but he didn't have such a big backer. I'm afraid that the Tianluo Sect would settle the score with him in the first place.

Nishuo and Zhuiba looked at each other and saw caution in each other's eyes. Since the Dragon Group Thunder attacked the Tianluo Sect three years ago, they have not taken action openly for a long time. This time they appeared so high-profile, it is probably not that simple.

The middle-aged man raised his head and laughed, and said loudly: "You little baby have some vision. Since you know our identity, it will be simple to save me from wasting words. Those who know each other and leave the golden cicada fruit, I won't make things difficult for you. Otherwise, hehe, you should know our style of doing things."
Chapter completed!