Cyber ​​Daming

Chapter 155 Chasing and Killing
The tree is as straight as a spear, and the crown is like a sharp edge, pointing at the moon, with awe-inspiring killing intent.

In the dark forest where he couldn't see his fingers, Zhao Qingxia staggered, his body was covered with blood, and was covered with dripping new blood before it solidified, layer upon layer.

The pale-faced young man smiled wryly, "Old Ma, what time is it now, why am I fucking sleepy?"

"Don't talk nonsense with me, that farm dog is dead, now we just need to get rid of that scarred face, and we'll be safe."

Prince Ma's anxious voice came from the red eyes in the helmet, "Stinky boy, you must not sleep."

"Okay, stop howling, I was teasing you just now, but it's true that you have to take a breath, if you run any further, your blood will run dry."

Zhao Qingxia silently swallowed a mouthful of blood gushing into his throat, leaned against a big tree and slid down slowly, and finally sat on the ground paralyzed.

"Old Ma, what is the origin of these people, have you seen it?"

Lord Ma snorted coldly, "Who else can it be, the Sichuan-Chongqing gambler!"

"So sure, how did you see that?"

"Didn't the pastoral dog whose head was blown off by you yelled something, didn't you hear that?"

"That's strange. How did the people from the Sichuan-Chongqing Gambling Club find our location? We obviously only contacted the club once, so it must be."

"You guessed right, we must have been betrayed by the people in the meeting."

Lord Ma said angrily: "Those bastards, don't fight hard, and play tricks with Master Ma, I will move all their buttocks to their heads later!"

Zhao Qingxia was also rarely furious, and spat out a mouthful of obscenities, "Sew the bird into their mouths and let them eat it for the rest of their lives!"

It's no wonder that the two of them are so angry. You must know that Tianzhihui, as the most ancient and secret organization in the Mohist sequence, advocates "combining love with non-aggression, chivalry and fighting", and internally requires members to love and help each other. Compared with Brother Pao's meeting "Qiyue Wuyi, I am in the same robe with my son", it is even worse.

Therefore, in the Tianzhi Society, it is extremely rare to be betrayed by one of your own people.

There are only a handful of times that have happened in hundreds of years, and each time will be used as a typical case for new members to watch repeatedly.

Prince Ma and Zhao Qingxia never expected that one day they would also become victims and be made into a new case to warn future generations.

Zhao Qingxia was silent for a moment, then asked in a low voice: "Old Ma, who do you think is the one who betrayed us?"

"I can't be sure. I'm contacting the 'Mo Gong' team in the meeting this time. I'm afraid everyone in it is suspicious."

Lord Ma said guiltily, "It's my fault too, I shouldn't have asked them for help."

"Hahaha, old horse, you also stumble sometimes."

Zhao Qingxia joked nonchalantly, and changed the topic: "But then again, there has been no movement for a long time, do you think you have already got rid of that scarred face?"

At this time, there was no other movement in the woods except for the ghostly cries of the wind blowing the treetops.

As soon as Zhao Qingxia finished speaking, Prince Ma's scream suddenly came from next to his ear: "Get out of the way!"

He subconsciously rolled to the side, and the next second there was a crackling sound of trees breaking above his head.

A ray of cold light sliced ​​through the tree trunk and fell towards the top of Zhao Qingxia's head!

Pfft!

The blade sliced ​​open the tree trunk. Although Zhao Qingxia made an evasive move in advance, a large piece of flesh and blood was cut off from his left arm.

"It's fucking difficult."

Zhao Qingxia stood on the ground with one hand, jumped up, looked at the extremely bright eyes in the darkness, and slowly took a deep breath.

The astringent earthy smell mixed with the smell of blood rushed into his nostrils, clearing his dizzy mind due to excessive blood loss.

"Damn it, it's always strange to have less music."

Zhao Qingxia shook his head, laughed and cursed, stepped on his foot, and his figure had already rushed forward, the only right leg protected by black armor turned into a black shadow, sweeping the two heads high.

clang!
The two horizontal knives knocked away the shadow of the leg, and the fist with the left hand smashed viciously between Zhao Qingxia's legs.

The young man's face rolled with hostility, his body suddenly leaned back, and his left foot touched two left wrists.

With his feet in the air, he uses his hands as his feet, and his body is like a wheel, and the shadows of his legs are flying and sweeping across the front of him.

For a while, dense clanging sounds sounded in the forest, like a rainstorm beating leaves, continuous.

"Mimic martial arts?"

Er Tiao sneered, with a trace of disdain in his eyes, "How long can you support you with this tattered black armor?"

hum.
The buzzing sound of the mechanical heart was extremely ear-piercing. Zhao Qingxia squinted his eyes immediately, made a decisive decision, and supported with both hands.

clang!
A crisp sound.

Zhao Qingxia's heart sank suddenly, and he saw that the opponent's left hand was placed in front of his throat, the flesh and blood in the palm was broken, revealing the cold steel metacarpal bone underneath, and he even blocked his kick with one hand!
"Old Horse"

The big man's eyes were piercing, and he said in a neutral tone: "Without the blessing of the ink armor, your fancy things will have no effect."

boom!
With two fingers clasped together, all the veins appeared on the muscled arm, and Zhao Qingxia was thrown out directly.

Zhao Qingxia slammed his back against a tree, bounced to the ground, and then suddenly coughed up a big mouthful of blood, spraying it in front of him.

The trembling tree behind him shed a large amount of fallen leaves, covering the young man's bent shoulders, as if to bury him here.

"Catch it without a fight, you don't have to die now."

"Still want to catch alive?"

Zhao Qingxia grinned, revealing a mouth full of blood-stained teeth, eyes staring, "I'll be your mother's spring and autumn dream."

Snapped!
Er Tiao stepped forward, held the saber in his backhand, and used the back of the saber to yank Zhao Qingxia away again.

"Surrender, you don't have to die now!"

The man's tone was blunt, and he repeated what he said just now, but the movement of swinging the knife in his hand didn't stop for a moment.

Snapped!
Just as Zhao Qingxia got up, another blow from the back of the knife was drawn to the side of his face, and he immediately spewed out a mouthful of blood mist, staggering backwards.

Supporting the tree trunk with blood-stained palms, Zhao Qingxia endured the severe pain and stood up straight while staggering.

"Humiliate me? A month ago, I could kill you with one hand like you."

"Pretend."

Er Tiao snorted coldly, raised the back of the saber again, but suddenly a blur appeared in front of his eyes, Zhao Qingxia, who was already at the end of his strength, charged towards him again!

he is asking for death
Er Tiao saw through Zhao Qingxia's thoughts, and stood there motionless.

It wasn't until the shadow of the leg hit him that he suddenly took a step forward with his feet, pushed his elbow against his shoulder, and slammed his shoulder forward, hitting the middle of the shadow of the leg!

Hearing a crackling sound, Zhao Qingxia's black armor on his right leg shattered, his knee twisted and turned outwards, and was unexpectedly broken by the force, and flew backwards.

"Well."

Heart-piercing pain came from his right leg, Zhao Qingxia bit his lip tightly, and let the blood flow all over his chest, not allowing himself to utter a scream.

"Stinky Boy"

At this moment, a voice that had been silent for a long time finally sounded again.

It fell into Zhao Qingxia's ears, but it was so weak and exhausted.

(End of this chapter)