Three people toward Lu Xiaolai encircle but go up, vomit blood of that angry complexion iron blue, see companion all encircle go up, also get up from the ground to attack past.

Lu Xiaolai grabs the handle of the knife with one hand and the broken body of the knife with the other hand. He skillfully penetrates through the gap between them and stabs them with a wooden knife from behind. The two stabbed people look back at their wounds in horror. Lu Xiaolai suddenly squints and smiles. He shakes his fingers at them and quickly goes back.

The broken wooden knives didn't even pierce their clothes and fell to the ground.

They were frightened to be cheated and blocked up with the guy in their hands. Lu Xiaolai pushed his elbow against the person on his side, leaned back to avoid the attack in front of him, squatted down and was just about to pick up the short wooden stick beside his feet. The two stabbed people came and went around, and her outstretched hand stepped on it. Lu Xiaolai quickly retracted his hand and caught someone's foot.

Lu Xiaolai rubbed his nose and snorted. Suddenly he felt murderous behind him and looked back quickly. The braided hair was on the man's arm behind him, and immediately there was a red mark like a whip on his skin. Lu Xiaolai got up in a hurry, but the man's face became ferocious. He grabbed her braid and tugged it hard.

Lu Xiaolai frowned, grabbed the upper part of the braid, pulled it around his arm and kicked it in the man's abdomen. Before he could get his feet back, the other two suddenly attacked Lu Xiaolai at the same time. Next to him, Chang Yu cried out "be careful." Lu Xiaolai subconsciously raised his arm to block the attack on his right side, but it was too late to try to avoid the long stick in the rear. He carried a heavy stick on his back and cut his arm with a knife.

The skin turned up, and the red blood oozed from the wound. Lu Xiaolai staggered forward, covered the wound on his right arm, and looked at the two with a cold face. Can blood or from her fingers between drill out, once dyed red, she covered the whole palm.

Zhuang Nan, who was beaten beyond recognition by Zhang Yu, went to the front and laughed with glee. His expression was particularly terrible.

"Dammit! Toasting without penalty is the end of fighting against us! Now kneel down and beg for mercy, we may let you go, or we will scratch your face and cry too late! "

"I only kneel down to my dead ancestors. If I kneel down to you, I'm afraid you can't afford it."

"I am your ancestor!"

"Well, I'll send you to see my ancestors."

Lu Xiaolai shakes off the blood bead on his hand, gathers his eyes and clenches his fist. His whole body exudes a compelling aura.

Zhuang Nan waved to two people on the side, and the two immediately ran up. They stood in a row with Zhuang Nan, one left and one right, blocking Chang Yu and Lu Xiaolai on both sides.

The air seemed to condense, and several pairs of eyes lying on the ground were staring at this side.

"Lu Xiaolai, go on."

But at this time, there was a light voice above the bridge. Something fell from the top of Lu Xiaolai.

Lu Xiaolai looked up and raised his hand to catch the falling thing.

She fixed her eyes and saw that it was a delicate and light silver dagger. The scabbard was carved with complicated patterns, and the curved lines looked like a flying phoenix. The handle of the knife is inlaid with pink and blue gemstones, which reflect the burning light under the sunlight.

The top of his head is the usual face of iceberg poker. His eyes are cold and indifferent, but his lips are slightly pursed.