Before the priest and the butcher arrived at the door, three more figures shot in from the door - wrong, to be more precise, they should have flown in upside down!
Like a kite with its string cut off, he fell to the ground, vomiting blood from the shock, and looked miserable.
Pedal.
pedal.
The sound of soft footsteps sounded from outside the door and quickly reached everyone's ears.
In just one minute, the eight core members were defeated by the man in a suit who suddenly appeared. Everyone was paralyzed and vomiting blood.
However, they still struggled hard, holding the handleless knife tightly in their palms, as if they were trying to get up from the cold floor with all their strength.
However, the kick in each person's chest made them feel tight and short of breath, and their whole bodies seemed to fall apart, making it difficult to stand firm -
The priest and the butcher held the blade with one hand and stood tall and tall at the door, unmoved, looking straight ahead with stern eyes.
one person.
A white shadow.
A man in a white suit walked over.
His steps were gentle and slow, and each step seemed to have been measured tens of millions of times, with the utmost precision. He had his hands behind his back, like a martial arts master, with a calm demeanor and no sloppiness.
Walking to a position about three meters away from the priest, he suddenly stopped and his eyes fell on the brothers indifferently. There was an elegant aura all over his body, as if he was an expert who could not eat the fireworks of the world, giving people a strong impression.
The visual impact makes people feel timid deep in their hearts that they dare not compete with it.
Buzz——
The blade flashed, and the priest and the butcher raised their arms. The gleaming blade clenched their palms, at an angle of thirty degrees to the ground. They seemed not to pay attention to the top expert who defeated eight core members in an instant.
But they knew in their hearts that facing this extremely terrifying opponent, the chance of survival was almost zero!
Baima Ke. Yuan Danqing.
The one-on-one king who shocked the three northeastern provinces rose to fame five years ago, and then disappeared, as if he had disappeared from the world without any news.
Now, he came out of the mountain again and stood in front of him so lightly. The faces of the priest and the butcher flashed resolute looks, as if they had made up their minds. They looked at each other, and a relieved smile appeared on the corners of their mouths.
hiss!
Without any warning, the blade pierced the air at an extremely fast speed and struck at the white horseman on the opposite side!
Buzz!
The next second the priest struck, the butcher also raised his knife and stabbed him!
A strike without any worries, a strike with no way out! A strike that puts you to death and then a quick strike!
The priest has never thought about retreating, let alone will not retreat! The man in front of him wants to kill Lin Ze and his eldest brother! Even if he can't stop him, he must let him step on his body!
The butcher didn't flinch at all. He stabbed out with his knife, intending to risk his life to weaken Baima Ke's physical fitness and combat effectiveness.
The brothers had no hope of defeating Baima Ke, nor did they have any illusions of escaping from him.
Death is not terrible!
Even if I'm afraid to death, I can't help Lin Ze weaken this top master's physical strength!
Whoosh!
The two blades, one on the left and the other on the right, charged towards the white horse guest like lightning. Mixed with a fierce momentum, they swooped forward fearlessly!
bite!
When the blade approached the door, Yuan Danqing, who looked indifferent, finally took action.
The Yuan Datou suddenly popped out between his fingers. It was as if the Yuan Datou had eyes. It hit the priest's blade first, and then bounced towards the butcher's knife at a weird angle.
bite!
The blade was shaken by a huge force, and the priest and butcher's wrists were tilted, unable to stab forward any longer.
But the Yuan Datou returned to Yuan Danqing's hands very strangely.
In just a blink of an eye, the first attack by the two priests failed. But they were not discouraged at all. They missed a single hit and tried again!
Grasping the blade tightly, he stabbed forward again. With fierce force, he stabbed the motionless top master in the Northeast in front of him!
Dangdang!
Before the blade reached them, Yuan Danqing's slender palms reached out, and his hands suddenly grabbed hold of the priest and butcher's wrists like lightning. The blade also stayed less than ten centimeters away from the white horse guest.
Bang bang!
The priest and the butcher didn't pause at all. They waved their other hands and slammed their fists into Yuan Danqing's chest!
Unsurprisingly, when the two punched out, Yuan Danqing flipped forward in the air, grabbing the two's arms and throwing them straight against the wall.
Bang!
The two of them hit the wall and fell heavily to the ground.
"vomit--"
Under this huge impact, the priest's throat felt sweet, and a mouthful of bright red blood spurted out.
"Uh-"
A strange red color appeared on the butcher's honest face. He almost gritted his teeth. He stretched out his arms and stood up again.
"call--"
The two stood up again, took a deep breath, and dived up again. From the beginning to the end, they didn't say a word, not even a word. From the time White Horse guest appeared until now, the only thing they did was attack, and they were attacked.
Fight back, rush forward again, and get beaten back again!
Bang!
The two fell to the ground again, their bodies already stained bright red with their own blood. However, these two people ignored it, being knocked down again and again, and stood up again and again without even frowning.
Like two machines that are tireless and painful, they rush towards Yuan Danqing like crazy!
Han Xiaoyi froze. Dumbfounded. Completely stunned.
She doesn't understand.
She didn't understand at all.
You can't beat him!
In the ten-minute attack, you didn't even touch his clothes!
Why are you still fighting? Are you still attacking with all your might?
Why are you so stupid? Do you know that if you continue to beat me like this, even if you are not beaten to death, you will vomit blood and die!
Han Xiaoyi's eyes turned red, and she pulled the cushion hard with her little hands. If Lin Ze, who looked calm, hadn't hugged her around the waist and couldn't move, she would have wanted to rush up to block their punches and kicks!
Bang!
The two yin and yang brothers were beaten back again. Before they even hit the ground, blood was flowing out wildly, as if all the blood in their bodies was being splattered out. It was unbearable to watch.
"vomit!"
The two people who landed on the ground struggled to stand up without knowing the pain, with eyes like wounded beasts, looking at Baima Ke coldly and decisively. They gritted their teeth, wiped the blood from the corners of their mouths, and slowly straightened their already rickety spine.
fool!
They are simply fools!
Han Xiaoyi's eyes were red, tears welling up in her eyes. She had never seen anyone fight like these brothers like crazy.
They knew clearly that they were no match for the man in the white suit. They knew that every time they fell to the ground, they would never stand up again.
However, unexpectedly, they stood up again and again, like two wounded beasts, staring at the white horse guest opposite, attacking tirelessly and fighting tooth and nail.
Why?
Why do they do this?
When the brothers stood up again, holding the blade of the knife and about to pounce on Baima Ke, the man with a calm expression but terrifying strength suddenly spoke.
"Are you really not afraid of death?"
"I'm not afraid." The priest wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. A strange smile flashed across his face as pale as paper. "What's so scary about dying for your brothers?"
"Brother?" Baima Ke pointed at Lin Ze, who was looking calm on the sofa, with a hint of ridicule on his lips. "Him?"
"Yes. I."
This sentence was not spoken by the priest, but by Lin Ze!
He let go of Han Xiaoyi's waist, stood up slowly, with a deep heartache in his eyes, and walked towards the position of the priest and butcher.
It wasn't until he reached the two brothers who were trembling from exhaustion that he said sadly: "Father, butcher, is that enough?"
"Not enough." The two shook their heads. "We are not dead yet."
"I said it." Lin Ze stood in front of them like a javelin and said every word. "I will not let my brother die for me. If you want to die, I will do it!"
"I don't stop you because I know that if I do, you will regret it, blame yourself, and feel guilty for the rest of your life."
"So I won't stop you or refuse your help. I'll put your worries aside and accept your brotherhood."
"But I don't allow you to die. You can fight for me because you regard me as a brother. But I will never allow you to die for me, otherwise -" Lin Ze suddenly turned his head and said coldly. "You will
No longer my brother!"
The two of them said nothing, but struggled to move towards Lin Ze.
"Miss," Lin Ze said calmly, "Help them go to rest."
After Lin Ze finished speaking, he turned his head resolutely and looked at the white horse guest, Yuan Danqing, with a calm expression!
This is a very handsome man, a man with a tall and tall figure, a man with extraordinary aura, and a strange man holding a Yuan Datou in his palm. He just stood in the forest calmly.
Opposite Ze, Lin Ze looked at Lin Ze with an indifferent expression, as if he was looking at a corpse, a corpse that had lost its vitality!
Buzz!
Baima Ke flicked the Yuan Datou, and a rich sound suddenly sounded, which lasted for a long time.
Lin Ze moved his steps, step by step, towards the top master in the Northeast.
step.
Two steps.
Three steps.
When the distance between the two was less than half a meter, Lin Ze paused, with a strong hatred in his eyes, and said word by word: "Even if I die, I will do the same thing you did to my brother.
