Star Trace Gate

In the damp and cold tomb passage, Ren Ye held No. 11's neck with his left arm and kept waving the branches with his right hand.

Not far away, other players instinctively retreated. They were either watching indifferently or hesitating whether to take action.

"Oh!"

A flying kick came from the side, hitting Ren Ye's waist.

The smart scholar took action. He kicked Ren Ye against the wall, raised his fist and smashed him over.

No. 11 was already tall and had well-developed limbs. Suddenly a scholar came to help. He instantly struggled to open Ren Ye's left arm and staggered back two steps.

He stretched out his hand and touched his neck. Blood was pouring out. On the left side of his Adam's apple, a finger-and-a-half-long hole was poked out by a branch. The skin and flesh were turned out. It was shocking to see.

If Ren had been holding a knife, he would have been stabbed through the neck. But the destructive power of branches is still much weaker. The pointed parts have not been specially polished, and the fractures are uneven. When it touches a hard object, it is definitely not as sharp as steel...

In addition, No. 11 is a big living person after all, and it is impossible for him to just stand there and let Ren Ye poke him. When he saw the opponent raising his arm, he instinctively retracted his head. When he dodged, the branch just opened the skin and cut through the side.

But even so, when he reached out and touched the shocking wound, he still felt a sense of fear in his heart.

This No. 5 is so damn sinister. He obviously wanted to stab himself to death this time.

Thinking of this, No. 11 rushed back again: "Kill him!"

Next to him, the scholar grabbed Ren Ye's hair bun with his left hand, clenched a fist with his right hand, and was about to punch him hard on the side of his face.

"Fuck each one to death, keep doing it!" Liu Jishan squatted next to the opposite wall and shouted loudly.

In the crowd, Guo Cai'er reached out and pulled Wu Fu who wanted to come forward, and looked at the three fighting people with no emotion in his eyes.

Next to them, Li Yan, Tang Feng, and the princess all took a step forward without leaving a trace after seeing Ren Ye suffered a loss.

"Oh!"

No. 11 raised his foot and kicked Ren Ye hard on the waist. The latter protected his head with his left arm and directly pulled off the waistband of ancient men with his right hand.

"Sneak attack on me? Stab me? Huh?!" No. 11 showed real fire. He suddenly raised his leg, accumulated strength, and kicked Ren Ye directly in the head.

This is not an action that should be used in a fight, but an action that wants to kill or maim someone. Ren Ye's head was right next to the wall. If he stepped down, his head would definitely hit the bluestone brick.

"brush!"

The soles of his feet stepped forward, extremely fast and heavy.

At this moment, Ren also ignored the scholar who was tucking his hair into a bun. He only endured the pain and squatted down suddenly.

No. 11 kicked the air and landed on a hard wall.

"Snapped!"

Ren Ye raised his left arm, wrapped it around No. 11's right leg, and hit the opponent's crotch with his other fist.

"Oh!"

The punch fell, hitting No. 11 firmly on the lifeblood. The pain felt like his balls were shattering, making him twitch all over.

"Ah, fuck!" No. 11's right leg was lifted, his body jumped half a step back, and he screamed.

"Bang bang!"

Ren Ye had a stubborn expression and charged forward, completely ignoring the others. He only stared at the opponent's crotch and punched him five or six times in a row.

"Gudong!"

No. 11's right leg was lifted, and due to the extreme pain in his balls, he lost his balance and fell to the ground with a thud.

"No one moves, CNM, I'm just having fun with you two!"

Ren Ye threw himself on the opponent, glaring at him and yelling: "Get away from me!"

As soon as these words came out, Li Yan and Tang Feng, who were about to take action, stopped, while the princess stood in the crowd, her pretty face expressionless.

"Oh!"

After No. 11 fell to the ground, he covered his crotch with his right hand and used only his left arm to fight with Ren Ye. He was in so much pain that his crotch felt as if he had been hit head-on by a high-speed train.

Ren Ye didn't pay attention to the opponent's counterattack at all, and suddenly threw off the belt in his right hand, wrapped it neatly around No. 11's neck, and then pressed the opponent with his entire body weight.

"brush!"

With a pull of his hands, the belt wrapped twice around No. 11's neck suddenly tightened. Ren Ye pressed his knees on his chest, restricting the movement of his hands, and yanked him back with all his strength.

"Uh……!"

A heavy gasping sound resounded, and No. 11's eyeballs instantly bulged. The severe suffocation made him lose all strength, and his hands kept scratching his neck.

"Bang, bang bang!"

The scholar next to him rushed out, picked up the extinguished torch on the ground, hit Ren Ye's head from behind, and hit his neck several times.

A severe dizziness hit him, and Ren Ye's brain was a little confused. Thick and bright red blood slowly flowed out from the hair on the back of his head.

He suddenly hunched over, not caring about the scholar behind him, just to prevent the opponent's torch from hitting him so easily, and holding on to his belt with both hands to ensure that his body would not be knocked down or knocked over.

"Clap clap clap!"

In just a few breaths, No. 11 couldn't bear it anymore. He kicked his legs fiercely and slapped the ground of the tomb with both hands.

When the scholar saw this scene, he became anxious instantly. In Mahler Gobi, his teammates were going to be strangled to death!

With all his strength, he swung the torch and smashed it down. Ren Ye hunched over and ducked upwards, blocking it with his back.

"Bang... bang!"

The rotten, weathered wooden torch was broken into two sections on the spot, and was actually shattered alive.

The scholar was stunned for a moment, then immediately threw away the torch, bent down and rushed forward, grabbed Ren Ye's bun, and continued to punch his cheek.

He wanted to knock Renya out, knock him unconscious, and then pull him off his teammates.

On No. 11, blood flowed from Ren Ye's nostrils, and the severe pain from the fist hitting his cheekbone hit him. His brain was dizzy and his chest ached.

However, there was still a smile on his lips, his hands were wrapped around the belt of his pants, and his eyes were fixed on No. 11's cheek.

"Let him go! Let him go!!"

This is the first time the scholar has spoken since he started. He was anxious, really anxious, and tried with all his strength to drag Ren Ye away, but the opponent's hands were pulling on the belt of his pants. The harder he tried, the stronger the feeling of suffocation on his teammate.

"Snapped!"

At this moment, Guo Caier suddenly let go of Xing Tao's hand and patted him twice to signal him to come forward.

Xing Tao understood what Guo Cai'er meant. His brain didn't even have the thinking process. He rushed forward, hugged Ren Ye with his arms and shouted: "Okay, it's almost done. Let go of him."

"Tap!"

Guo Caier also stepped forward and helped to break up the fight.

"Forget it……!"

"stop fighting!"

When everyone saw someone moving, they all walked over and started to pull.

With the combined efforts of several people, Ren Ye was naturally unable to resist, and was almost forced to open his hands and pull him to the wall.

"Hoohoo!"

Ren Ye casually wiped the blood on his face, leaned his back against the wall, and gasped for air.

The scholar also dragged No. 11 to the other side and kept asking: "Are you...are you okay?"