The middle-aged man gave a sharp shout, threw Rama's body behind him, and clamped it tightly with his hands, "If you come here again, I will destroy it."
At this time, he was alone.
Under the siege of the two 'Gao Jin', and even a shameless sneak attack, his companions did not last long before they were wiped out.
Everyone can't even get past one or two rounds.
Less than a minute.
He was the only one left.
The middle-aged man had a gloomy face and leaned against the wall, looking cautiously at the two identical people on the left and right sides. One was young and cold, and the other was mature and cold.
The middle-aged man's threatening tone and movements made the two of them stop in their tracks.
"Let me go or I'll ruin it."
"Give us your things and we can let you go."
'Gao Jin' standing on the right showed a smile on his face, "Don't worry, we only need that thing, you just need to give it to us."
"I guarantee it with my Ma San personality."
The middle-aged man's expression changed.
There is something moving in my heart.
But at this moment, the 'Gao Jin' on his right, that is, Ma San, stretched out his hand, but at the moment he raised his sleeve, a black light shot out from his sleeve.
The middle-aged man's pupils shrank suddenly.
Alarm bells rang loudly in his heart, but the speed of the black light was so fast that it shot directly into his chest before he could move.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Gao Jin sped up, and in just a moment, he arrived in front of the middle-aged man and grabbed his hand.
The speed was so fast that afterimages appeared.
The middle-aged man's face turned stern, and despite being injured, he ignored Gao Jin and instead sped up his movements, striking at half of Rama's body with his other hand.
He didn't know if he could destroy this thing.
But always give it a try.
What if? The other party obviously refused to let him go, so why should he leave this thing to them.
But his movements were still slow.
Ma San had already come behind him, snapping and buckling, sweeping his feet, first disrupting the middle-aged man's balance, and then forcefully breaking the middle-aged man's arm with force.
The middle-aged man let out a scream, and Rama's body fell from his hands.
His right leg suddenly kicked back, but what was faster than his leg was a fist. Ma San suddenly hit his back, sending him flying directly. Gao Jin didn't even look, and swept out with one leg.
.
The crisp sound of bone cracking sounded.
Bang!
The heavy body hit the ground heavily, and the middle-aged man lost his life.
Ma San and Gao Jin looked at each other. Ma San narrowed his eyes slightly and cupped his hands towards Gao Jin, but did not speak. There was an unspeakable tacit understanding.
"Come on, there is blood here, follow the blood trail."
There was a loud noise at the end of the street.
Gao Jin and Ma San looked at each other, picked up the things and left the alley.
When we came to the street, the thick white fog shrouded us, and we couldn't see our fingers. We could only see a rough outline more than two or three meters away.
"Someone!"
In the thick fog, someone shouted.
"Where is it? Where is Rama's body? Where is it?"
Looking at the many figures looming in the thick fog in front of them, their outlines gradually becoming clearer, Gao Jin and the two looked at each other, they were the audience!
He couldn't help but stop, turned around and walked quickly to the other side.
"They ran away!"
"Hurry up and chase!"
A group of people quickly shuttled through the thick fog.
The two of them had not run very far when a figure suddenly appeared in the silent mist. A long knife emerged from his hand and he swept it towards Ma San who was behind him. Ma San shrank his eyes.
Instead of retreating, he took a step forward, and then his whole body curled up instantly. He glided a few steps, avoided the light of the sword, made a fist with his right hand, and swept it suddenly in the direction of the long sword.
This punch.
Although he had hit it in a hurry, it still contained all the strength of his body. With his current physical fitness, the force of one punch was hundreds of kilograms.
Hundreds of kilograms of force are concentrated at one point.
If it comes into contact, the muscles and bones will be broken, a vital part or critical point will be hit, and you will be killed with one punch.
The person on the other side let out a light sigh, and then punched him in response.
The two fists collided, and two powerful gusts of wind flashed through. The airflow centered around the two fists caused the surrounding white mist to stir up layers of circular waves.
Divide at the first touch.
Bang bang bang!
Ma San took three or four steps back before stopping.
The palms placed in the cuffs could not help but tremble slightly, and a pair of eyes stared at the figure in the thick fog in front of them, their eyes full of solemnity.
With his physical condition, not many people can take that punch.
Moreover, at the moment of the collision, he clearly felt an overwhelming force coming over him, and the opponent received his punch without even moving his body.
This terrifying power...
This kind of physical fitness...
Ma San shook his trembling right hand and became cautious with his steps.
"Not bad, you can actually catch my punch."
In the white mist, a figure holding a knife walked out carelessly, "Beijing City is really interesting today. It's much more lively than ours."
The man holding the knife is tall and tall.
With a cynical smile on his face, he looked carefree.
"Together."
Ma San glanced at the man, gently removed Rama's body from behind, placed it on the ground, and then glanced in Gao Jin's direction.
The two nodded and rushed towards the man holding the knife in unison.
The man in front of me is very powerful.
They must go all out.
"Well done."
The man holding the knife's eyes lit up and he stepped forward. He seemed not to care and rushed towards Gao Jin and Ma San carelessly.
The three of them just fought.
Fist shadow, leg wind, sword light.
The air flow caused by the confrontation between the three people swept away the surrounding white mist.
But soon, Gao Jin and Ma San gained the upper hand. No matter how they fought, the opponent held a long knife and stood still, relaxed and comfortable.
Just a few rounds.
Ma and San both had a lot of scars on their bodies.
Just when the three men were fighting fiercely, a clear ringing sound came from the thick fog, and a ghost-like figure suddenly rushed out.
It's Tuotuo.
With a flick of her wrist, a black shadow came out of her hand, extending for more than ten meters.
This black shadow was extremely dexterous, and it directly bypassed many obstacles and tied it to Rama's body. Then it stopped its hands and flew back with Rama's body wrapped around it.
Take off your feet a little.
He took Rama's body in mid-air, looked at everyone and burst into laughter, "I'm sorry, I will take the things you are fighting for first."
After saying that, he turned around.
The figure was like a phantom, drawing out several double shadows and plunging into the thick fog.
The trace disappeared instantly.
Several people looked at each other, and some of them still didn't come back to their senses. Rama's body was snatched away right now?
"Don't go!"
The man holding the knife snorted coldly. He had just taken a few steps when he saw Tuotuo's ghostly movement flying back again. He was confused.
But he saw Tuotuo looking very cautiously ahead.
Snap, snap.
Crisp footsteps came from the fog.
In that direction, the outline of a figure gradually became clearer, but it was a figure with a strange patterned mask on his face and a long sword in his belt.
