Zheng Jie was still glaring at the middle-aged man and wanted to say something, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he felt a chill in his throat, and then he felt liquid gushing out, and he could not control the salty, viscous liquid filling his mouth.
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puff!
Zheng Jie spat out a mouthful of blood and raised his hand to cover the wound on his neck. All the strength in his body seemed to be drained away. His body was so limp that he was about to slip to the ground. The middle-aged man stretched out his hand to lift Zheng Jie's collar to prevent Zheng Jie from falling.
He fell down, but the gurgling blood could not be stopped.
Zheng Jie's eyes widened. He raised his hands with great effort to block the wound on his neck, but now he only felt weak. Pressing his hands on his neck was of no use. The blood still seemed to burst.
It spurted out like a flood, and soon the ground under his feet was wet.
Zheng Jie! What are you still doing there! Stop whining! Come here and drive away! Fu Ze saw Zheng Jie having been whining after getting out of the car, so he stuck his head out and shouted impatiently.
wrong!
Tu Aokun's eyes narrowed, and he felt that something was wrong with Zheng Jie's state. His body was twitching slightly, and his standing posture was also very awkward, as if someone was forcibly pulling the back of his neck by the collar.
At this time, the three people behind Dudu also noticed something unusual. Dudu shook his head, his braids flying, Zhui Ba nodded, silently opened the door, jumped out of the car, and walked forward.
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After taking two steps, Zhui Ba felt something was wrong because he saw liquid dripping from under Zheng Jie's body.
Put him down!
Zhui Ba pointed at the middle-aged man and shouted loudly.
My friend, look at you, why are you so angry over such a trivial matter? The middle-aged man poked his head from Zheng Jie's shoulder and looked at Zhui Ba and said with a smile.
Grass!
Zhui Ba cursed, no longer hesitated, alternately fiddled with the finger cots on his hands, started running, and rushed towards the middle-aged man.
hehe.
The middle-aged man grinned and sneered twice, and slapped Zheng Jie on the chest. Zheng Jie immediately flew out like a kite with its string broken.
Zhui Ba quickly stretched out his arms to catch Zheng Jie, but when he put Zheng Jie's body down and took a look, he immediately became furious because the shocking wound on Zheng Jie's neck was still gushing out.
There was blood, and Zheng Jie had already rolled up his eyelids, and his body was twitching moment by moment. Excessive air intake and insufficient air intake were obviously not good.
Tap tap tap!
Zhui Ba was still furious. Instead of retreating, the middle-aged man rushed forward. As he rushed forward, his hands shook, and a gleaming steel fork appeared in each hand. It was about forty centimeters in length and had a sharp blade.
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When he was still four or five meters away from Zhui Ba, the middle-aged man jumped up high and stabbed Zhui Ba's head with two steel forks like dragons out of the sea, carrying endless power.
Be careful chasing tyrants!
Nishuo and Dudu saw this and reminded each other at the same time. At the same time, Nishuo took out a special slingshot under the seat in his left hand. A small steel ball with a diameter of one centimeter appeared in his right hand like magic. He put the steel ball on the slingshot.
, stuck his head out of the car window, pulled the rubber band hard, and the steel balls roared out, shooting toward the middle-aged man.
At the same time, Dudu had already kicked the car door and rushed out. As she rushed forward, she put her right hand around her waist and a nine-section whip appeared in her hand. She flicked it hard, and the nine-section whip suddenly condensed into a stick shape and pointed toward the center.
Years are stabbed away.
when!
The middle-aged man did not dare to be careless after hearing the sound of breaking wind. He was still in the air and had no point of focus, but he actually twisted his body forcefully, and the blade of the steel fork blocked the steel ball fired from Nishuo. The steel ball hit the street tree next to him.
Suddenly, a small, dark hole was left on the tree trunk.
Haha, that's interesting.
At the same time, the middle-aged man did a backflip to avoid Dudu's nine-section whip and retreated to the side of the large truck.
Fu Ze was already so frightened that he almost peed. He turned his head and glanced at Zheng Jie behind him, who was lying limp and covered in blood. He screamed in a strange tone and shivered in the car as if he was frightened.
Like a rabbit.
Don't panic, young master, nothing will happen to you as long as I'm here.
Tu Aokun was despised in his heart, but he didn't show it. He turned around and comforted him and then got out of the car. He followed the three of the dragon group and stared at the middle-aged man opposite.
Dudu's face was extremely ugly. Since she joined the Dragon Group, she has never encountered anyone or forces who dared to openly attack them. What this person did in front of her has obviously touched her bottom line.
Who are you? If you dare to attack the Dragon Group, aren't you afraid of disaster?
Dudu's pretty face was frosty, and he held a nine-section whip with a cold light in his right hand, staring at the middle-aged man opposite and yelling sternly.
The middle-aged man smiled evilly, reached out and took off his hat, looked at the four Dudu people indifferently, and said: Dragon group? Haha, they are just eggs in my eyes.
Hearing the other party's crazy words, the three members of the Dragon Group were furious, and Zhui Ba yelled with an angry look on his face: Bastard! Looking for death!
The middle-aged man stood there, turned his hands, held two gorgeous flowers on the steel fork, and then whistled.
As soon as the whistle sounded, more than a dozen people wearing black clothes and black trousers jumped out of the bed of the large truck. Each of them held a scimitar with a large arc in their hands. The blade was sharp, and in the moonlight
A cold light shimmered below.
These dozen or so people are all ancient warriors! And among them there are five or six internal warriors, and the rest are all external warriors.
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, she stared at the middle-aged man and blurted out a word.
Tianluo Sect!?
Hearing these words, Tu Aokun's expression changed drastically. Although he had never dealt with anyone from the Tianluo Sect, the latter's name was well known. It was a mysterious organization that dared to go against the Dragon Clan. Although he was fighting against the Dragon Clan,
They have always been at a disadvantage, but they have not been destroyed by the dragon group for so many years, which shows how powerful they are. Unexpectedly, it is them who are robbed now!
After knowing the identity of the other party, Tu Aokun's eyes flickered. 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 had the Dragon Group as their backers and maybe the Tianluo Sect would still be afraid. However,
Since he doesn't have such a big backer, I'm afraid the Tianluo Sect will be the first to settle the score with him.
Ni Shuo and Zhui Ba looked at each other, and they both saw caution in each other's eyes. Since the Dragon Group's Thunder attack severely damaged the Tianluo Sect three years ago, they have not acted openly for a long time. This time they are so high-profile.
Appear, I'm afraid things are not that simple.
The middle-aged man raised his head and laughed, and said loudly: You little kid has some eyesight. Since you know our identities, it will be easier for me to save my time. If you are sensible, keep the golden cicada fruit. I will not embarrass you.
Otherwise, haha, you should know our style of doing things.
At the same time, Lin Fan was squatting on a small building dozens of meters away, watching what was happening here, and muttered: Do all villains talk like this?