Chapter 146 Take Action

"Boss, what nonsense are you talking to him about? The Fourth Brother must be avenged!"

Finally, the gun-wielding young man shouted angrily, flicked the spear in his hand, turned into a bit of cold light and stabbed Qiu Qilian.

Seeing this, the remaining middle-aged scribes had no choice but to take action.

A pair of tiger thorns used by a burly man, short, ruthless and dangerous. The middle-aged scribe used a judge's pen. It seemed that the three of them were well coordinated, and their attack was like a wave of waves. That is to say, Qiu Qilan killed one of their brothers before, which caused a flaw in the siege, and then they finally had a chance to breathe.

But even so, the two of them are still in danger.

The little girl on his back was scratched by the burly man with a tiger thorn, leaving a gash.

But the little girl on the back was also strong, gritting her teeth without making any sound.

Ding!

Qiu Qi's blade blocked the young man's spear, and with a twist of the steel knife in his hand, he did not dodge the burly man's tiger thorn, but was willing to fight for his life at the cost of injury.

The burly man's eyes were startled, and his hands subconsciously slowed down.

Naturally, this slight stagnation would have no impact during normal sparring, but in a life-and-death fight, this hesitation could prove fatal.

"Be careful, dick!"

When the middle-aged scribe saw this, he shouted loudly. He clicked seven times with the judge pen in his hand, hoping to intercept Qiu Qiren's offensive and save his brother. But how could Qiu Qi Ren give up after finally seizing the opportunity? He did not dodge several attacks from the middle-aged scribe, but he saw the steel knife in his hand flash out.

Phew! !

With one slash, the huge skull rolled out.

The headless corpse spurted out a stream of blood, which splashed all over the bodies of several people. Qiu Qilan, who was directly opposite, had his face splashed, and he looked like an evil ghost crawling out of the ground.

"Second brother!"

"Second brother!!"

The middle-aged scribe and the gun-toting young man were shocked and angry.

They just couldn't understand why this Qiu Qi Ren was so difficult to kill. It didn't matter if the fourth brother died before, but now even the second brother is dead.

"I want you to die!!"

The furious young man with the gun ignored him and charged forward again.

"Fourth"

The middle-aged scribe had no time to pull him over, so he had to remind him.

"Kill the girl!"

The previous fight was purely calculated and unintentional. Qiu Qilan was very experienced in fighting in the arena. He caught the burly man's weakness and ended up being injured in exchange for his life.

But the middle-aged scribe who reacted was not stupid, and quickly thought of a way to attack him and save him.

Although not very glorious.

But it works!

Sure enough, with the reminder from the middle-aged scribe, the gun-wielding young man attacked continuously, and the target of each attack was the girl behind the sword. In order to protect the girl, Qiu Qilan had to retreat passively. The previous ferocity was also interrupted, the momentum was released, and the offense and defense could easily change.

"Uncle, put me down."

The little girl's face was already a little pale because of excessive bleeding.

She knew that if this continued, both of them would die.

So for the first time in a long time, the little girl spoke.

"Stop talking, you can't die as long as I'm here!"

Qiu Qilan managed to avoid the spear's sweep, but was hit in the back again by the middle-aged scribe, further aggravating his injuries.

When Wu Chong rushed over.

What I saw was a scene of two people besieging one person. The man being attacked by this girl was in danger under the siege of the two people. But even so, the man holding the knife did not give up. The two attackers were afraid that he would lose his life, so they just wasted their time. As long as it drags on, they will definitely win.

"Do you need help?"

The sudden sound of the sound suddenly stopped the fight that had entered into a fever pitch.

Several people looked around and found a young man sitting on a tree nearby. The man was holding a dark fruit in his hand and eating it calmly.

It was Wu Chong.

Wu Chong chose to help Qiu Qilan because he had a child with him.

You will only talk to this kind of person after you save him, because he has a weakness. On the contrary, the two people attacking are not so easy to communicate with. From their attitudes, it can be seen that they are doing things under the orders of others. Most of these people are death warriors and killers. Even if they are rescued, they will not be seen. You have to be able to ask for anything useful.

"If you are willing to take action, Qiu's life will be sold to you."

Qiu Qiren looked at Wu Chong who was eating melon quietly on the tree and said.

He has run out of gas now, and it will definitely be a dead end if he persists. It doesn't matter if he dies, the little girl behind him won't be able to survive. Wouldn't this be a wasted death? He couldn't be saved, and he was also trapped in it. He couldn't reconcile himself to this thought. So he expressed his attitude immediately. He doesn't ask about the opponent's strength, only about his attitude.

"My friend, I advise you not to meddle in other people's business,"

The middle-aged scribe said solemnly.

"This is what Mr. Lin of Fuwei Escort Agency means."

In his words, he did not forget to reveal the power behind him.

The Jianghu thing itself requires background. If you don't use the background, you will be killed and no one will care.

"make a deal."

Wu Chong nodded in agreement and ignored the middle-aged scribe's threat.

Fuwei Escort Agency, he is a bachelor, and the last thing he wants is threats.

As he spoke, he threw it with one hand, and the fruit core he had just eaten spun in the air. Then he flicked it with his fingers. The rotating core suddenly turned into a stream of light and flew towards the nearest young man with a gun.

"Third brother, be careful!"

The middle-aged scribe who had always been on guard dodged and tapped the judge's pen in the air several times, finally blocking the flying core in mid-air.

The gun-wielding young man who was attacked by a sneak attack broke out in a cold sweat. He had really smelled the breath of death just now.

The middle-aged scribe who blocked the blow also had his energy and blood surging. The power transmitted from the fruit core entered his body along the judge's pen, causing his inner energy to become chaotic, and a mouthful of reverse blood surged up instantly. But he pushed him back again.

What a terrifying internal force. This person is at least a master of the first level of the chief escort.

The middle-aged scribe was shocked.

Although there seems to be no change on the surface, the intention to quit has already emerged in my heart. Let's wait until we get back to find someone to settle the hatred between brothers. Saving our lives comes first. Keeping the green hills, you don’t have to worry about running out of firewood! Those who are fooling around in rivers and lakes will be dead long ago.

"Shameless rats, if you have the ability, come down and fight with real swords and guns. Don't act like a bitch, hiding in the back and stabbing people in the back."

Seeing that the elder brother next to him didn't speak, the young man with the gun thought he had the upper hand, and immediately taunted him.

"Young man, shut up!"

The middle-aged scribe scolded, and then saluted Wu Chong who flew down.

"Since senior has taken over this responsibility, then we brothers will admit defeat."

senior?

A question mark popped up in the head of the gun-wielding young man who had just finished his harsh words. He thought he had heard wrongly.

"Fourth, let's go!!"

After saying that, regardless of Wu Chong's reaction, he grabbed the gun-wielding young man and wanted to run away.

“To cut away the weeds, we have to get rid of the roots, and then we can cut off the troubles.”

Wu Chong, who flew down, unfolded a handful of leaves in his hand and threw them away. The internal force of the third revolution (level 100) in the body is poured into it. In an instant, the leaves spread out, like a rain of flowers all over the sky.