The male protagonist stole my fiancée, so I stole her home

The two swords were in the air, but the two swords were in the air.

The man in black with two swords suddenly felt the arm holding the sword tremble, and the sword was directly knocked away.

In his eyes, time became very slow, and the sword that was knocked away actually collapsed and disintegrated in mid-air, turning into pieces of iron, and fell to the ground powerlessly.

Then, a huge pain suddenly came from his chest.

He saw that the eldest brother hit his chest in a posture of hitting a mountain.

His throat felt sweet, and a mouthful of blood spurted out. His whole body flew backwards in mid-air. He felt that the bones where he was hit were broken!

But he was in mid-air, and he suddenly stopped!

He looked at his ankle in horror.

Another Bajiquan master, who called himself the second senior brother, had stood under him at some point.

The pair of strong hands gripped his ankles tightly.

Then, in his horrified eyes, the second senior brother threw him to the ground.

Although he tried his best and twisted his body, he still couldn't completely release the force and was thrown heavily to the ground.

He was slammed to the ground hard, and at this moment, his whole body fell apart!

He lay on the ground in an eight-character posture.

The wound that was cut by Zhou Yun's playing card before burst open, and the blood flowed out like water, soaking the ground.

"I use two swords, my body is agile, Bajiquan is open and close, and my body is heavy, how can my speed be so amazing!"

"Why can't I block even one move, crushing with dry withered and rotten, where are you from, why are you so terrible!"

He was extremely terrified, his ankle was still held in the hand of the second senior brother, and he couldn't stand up even if he wanted to.

Just when he was completely desperate, the eldest brother said to the second brother unhappily: "Don't beat him to death, I only used 30% of my strength, and I haven't let go of the performance. What if the boss is not satisfied?"

The second brother scratched the back of his head and said: "I thought he was very strong... Don't blame me, he really can't stand it, too bad."

As he said, the second brother let go of the ankle of the black-clothed man with two knives, and the eldest brother asked him to stand up again.

"Get up, can you be stronger? It's shameful to come out with this ability."

"Take another Iron Mountain Back from me!"

The second brother also mocked the black-clothed man: "You are not as strong as the pigs in the pig farm."

The double-knife wielder's eyes were red. He was a feared Dark Dragon Guard of the Dragon Palace, but he was teased as being worse than a pig. It was a great shame and humiliation!

He stood up forcibly and pressed the acupuncture points with his hands to prevent the blood from flowing too fast and fainting.

He roared, hysterical, and crazy, and his body movements were at their best. He looked like a dancing butterfly, and his single sword danced into a silver-white wave, with the sword energy all over his body.

However, he did not rush to the eldest brother, but ran away towards the woods on both sides of the road.

Seeing this, the eldest brother chased him calmly.

The second brother said unhappily: "Still want to escape!"

But he was still a step slower than the eldest brother.

In the woods, with a landslide-like sound, a big tree broke from the middle and fell straight down. The crown fell on the asphalt road, and the leaves flew.

Looking at it with the help of the weak light of the street lamp.

The thick tree trunk seemed to be blown up by explosives, with wood chips flying and a mess.

The black-clothed man with two swords also exploded with the big tree, and the broken limbs flew around. The scene was extremely cruel.

This shocking collision stunned the other two people in the Dragon Palace, and their hearts beat wildly.

Cheng Dama seemed to have expected this result long ago, and respectfully explained to Zhou Yun: "Boss, this is why I dare not use my full strength."

Zhou Yun smiled with interest and said: "It's really a killer, well done."

......

At the same time.

The second brother said dissatisfiedly: "Big Brother, you asked me to hold back, but you used the Iron Mountain Backing, too shameless!"

"I haven't had time to perform yet."

The eldest brother came out covered in blood, like Shura, and said calmly: "It doesn't matter, our strength is about the same, the boss will understand."

"You have been addicted to killing pigs for many years, can't you let me have fun once?"

"Besides, aren't there two more next to you? It's enough for you to play."

The second brother hummed and groaned, and then looked at the other two men in black.

The remaining one is a tall and thin middle-aged man who is good at using poison and has good kung fu.

There is also a short and thin mule who is good at speed and assassination.

The two men are tense and their mental state is unprecedented

Before they could concentrate, their companions died in front of them. They were the Dark Dragon Guards with two swords who could fight them to a draw, but they died tragically without any chance to fight back.

The two had already thought about retreating, but they were locked in.

The short and thin man was about to ask for mercy, or use the prestige of the Dragon Palace to force him to leave.

But someone was more anxious than him.

Little Tornado and Little Monk quickly stood in front of the brothers of Baji Sect, and said angrily: "You two have enough!!!"

"You have played them all, what else can we two perform!"

"There are only three Xiao Pacai, leave the remaining two to us, you can watch!"

This is a question of whether they can be hired by Zhou Yun.

Two hundred thousand a month, and they can still make a move without scruples, is enough for the two to fight for it with all their strength.

Their hands and feet have long been hungry and thirsty.

The poison master and the short and thin man of the Dragon Palace looked at the two people who took them as their own, and they didn't know whether they should be grateful or angry.

I really thank you!

What a mess!

To be honest, they really didn't want to fight two masters of Baji Sect. It might be easier to change to two other people of unknown origin.

But being looked down upon like this still made them feel aggrieved.

The poison master's face flushed. He had already spread colorless and odorless neurotoxins in the air around him.

But what shocked him was that these martial artists in front of him were still energetic and regarded their poison as nothing.

"Too arrogant, even more arrogant than our Dragon Palace!" The short and thin man said as if he was extremely wronged: "I have been to many places at home and abroad, and those warlords dare not do this to me!"

Little Cyclone looked at him with contempt: "This little mule is too thin, I'll leave it to you, Wild Monk."

Because the little monk is no longer small and now looks like a savage, they changed the name to Wild Monk.

Wild Monk directly answered Little Cyclone with his actions, walked towards the poison master, and clasped his hands together.

At this moment, the monk no longer had the dirty feeling of just coming out of the steel mill. Instead, he was spotless and full of a sacred smell.

Little Cyclone curled his lips, and then said to the short and thin man: "You'd better be useful, otherwise it's too boring, and the big boss won't be happy."

While belittling the short and thin man, Little Cyclone also cast a respectful look at Zhou Yun and smiled brightly.

At this time.

The wild monk had already approached the poison master, and his body seemed to emit a golden glow like the morning light, and he was in high spirits.

Ignoring the poison master whose palm had turned black and contained a deadly poison, the wild monk looked at Zhou Yun and said kindly:

"Big boss, I don't know if Da Ma has told you about me. Let me clarify here that I am not practicing the Golden Bell Cover, but the Six-foot Golden Body!"