"I'll fight you!"

Zhuque quickly unbuttoned the soft whip on her waist and threw it at the fake God of War again.

In order to prevent Zhuque and Xuanwu from having the opportunity to form a two-character formation.

The fake God of War did not entangle with Zhuque. He directly reached out and grabbed Zhuque's whip, and pulled Zhuque over with a little force.

Then he kicked Zhuque’s stomach.

"Ah!" Zhuque also screamed and fell next to Qinglong and Baihu.

The fallen Suzaku quickly turned over from the ground.

Seeing that Zhuque had combat power, the fake war god came to Zhuque who had just stood up with a quick step, and quickly slashed Zhuque's neck with a knife.

"you······"

Zhuque wanted to say something, but he could no longer say it, and Ruanruan fainted on the ground.

The four major warriors, now three of them have lost their combat effectiveness.

Only the fat man Xuanwu was standing alone.

"Fatty, you're the only one left now!"

After packing up Suzaku, the fake God of War turned to look at the fat man behind him.

At this time, the fat man had a wooden stick in his hand.

A smile appeared on his face that was even worse than crying.

"That... Mr. Fake, I think I can do it myself, and you don't have to do it yourself!"

After the fat man finished speaking, he held a wooden stick and hit his forehead hard, and his fat body suddenly fell to the ground.

This time I was so dizzy!

"This guy is starting to do it again!"

Baihu, who had lost his ability to move, saw Xuanwu's actions and said to Qinglong helplessly.

This fat man always does this!

When you can't beat it, pretend to be dead or pretend to be in a coma!

Very weird!

Although the Baihu scolded the fat man Xuanwu on his mouth, there was no intention of blame in his eyes.

The same is true for Qinglong, because they all know that Xuanwu cannot beat the fake God of War.

If you have to show off, the outcome will definitely be very miserable.

Of course, there is a better way for fat people to walk, that is to escape.

However, the fat man did not choose to escape, but chose this way to advance and retreat with them!

If the fake war god does not kill them, the fat man can save his strength by doing so, and if he has the chance, he can save them.

The fake God of War was stunned for a moment when he saw the fat man's strange behavior.

Then someone tied up the four major generals and locked them up in an abandoned warehouse.

When Xu Bingbing and Song Wen in the abandoned warehouse saw Qinglong and four others being dragged in like dead dogs, they were full of surprise.

Song Wen had seen the Qinglong once before. When she saw the fake Qinglong before, she thought the Qinglong had a back slapped Chen Bahuang.

However, now he was injured again and was dragged in and tied up like a dead dog, which made her very puzzled.

Could it be that Qinglong was mixed with this fake Eight Wilderness God of War and was discovered, which led to such an end?

"Miss Xu, Miss Song, you are all fine, are you all troubles? We failed to rescue you, let Master Eighth Master down and failed to protect you!"

When Qinglong saw Song Wen and daughter, Xu Bingbing looking at him with a look of guilt, he said to the two of them.

However, Xu Bingbing, Song Wen and Xiao Xiner were all sealed with tape and could not answer him at all, so she could only shake her head.

After the fake God of War tied up the four of them in the same way, they used cold water to wake up Zhuque and Xuanwu who had fainted.

In the middle of winter, the East China Sea is a relatively wet and cold city. A basin of cold water poured on her body. Zhuque and Xuanwu were awakened in an instant.

"Fake a fake, why do you arrest the four of us? If you know the truth, please let us go quickly and leave yourself a way out. Otherwise, when the Eighth Master comes, you won't even have the chance to kneel down and beg for mercy."

After Suzaku was awakened by cold water, he looked at the fake war god standing in front of them and asked with anger.

"I will kneel down and beg for mercy for him? I have learned all of his so-called three unique skills. Even the four of you who are most loyal to him are already in my hands, and there is someone covering me. Tell me, what do he use to make me kneel down and beg for mercy?"

The fake war god stepped forward and asked, reaching out to pinch Suzaku's cold face.

"You... It turns out that the War Department gave us an order to prevent us from leaving the station. It's really you're doing it behind the scenes. What do you want to do?"

Zhuque asked in shock.

"Do you want to know? Call your eighth master to come over and I will tell you!"

The fake God of War let go of Suzaku's face and said in a deep voice.

"Bah, you just want to see our Eighth Master, you are not qualified yet!"

Zhuque said with gritted teeth.

On the other side, Xuanwu, who was also awakened by cold water, did not say a word, shrinking his already short neck, looking scared.

"I'm very curious, where your eighth master went, why did you four come to die, but he never showed up. Will he have given up on you four? Otherwise, you will follow me in the future. After I find your eighth master and kill you, I will be the new Eight Wilderness God of War. You will definitely make you step by step with you. It's been five years since then. You four great war generals with great military achievements are still in their original positions, and they have never moved up!"

The fake god of war has thrown an olive branch to the four major war generals!.

"Hmph! No matter how bad Master Eighth is, he is better than a dog like you who doesn't treat his subordinates as humans, right?"

After the false war myth was finished, Zhuque had not yet spoken, and the severely injured Baihu could not help but argue.

"Hmph! If you don't eat toast, you will be punished. Since you are so willing to seek punishment, I will fulfill your wishes today!"

The fake God of War snorted coldly and said in anger.

Although everyone could not see the expression under his mask, they could guess it from his tone that the fake war god must have been blushed by the white tiger.

"I will give you the last chance now. Call your eighth master immediately and ask him to come here to take you back. Otherwise, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

The fake God of War took out his phone and asked the four of them to report Chen Bahuang's phone number.

But after hearing his words, the four of them not only did not report Chen Bahuang's phone number, but also turned their faces aside and ignored him.

"Okay, you won't say it, right? I have a lot of ways to let you talk!"

After the fake God of War finished speaking, someone took the daggers of the four people. After a few glances, he chose a dagger with the words "Qinglong" engraved on it and held it in his hand, and slowly approached the Qinglong.

"What are you going to do if you fake?"

Seeing the actions of the fake God of War, in addition to Qinglong, Zhuque and Baihu, the three others looked panicked.

Instead, Qinglong, who was directly facing the fake God of War, looked calm and not only did not fear the shaky dagger in the hands of the fake God of War.

The look at the dagger showed a gentle feeling instead.

It's like facing the beloved girl, with tender eyes!

The fake God of War did not answer Zhuque and others again, but walked to Qinglong, raised his sword and cut it on each of the two wrists that Qinglong had tied up.

He broke Qinglong's two tendons.

"Um!"

Qinglong groaned, gritted his teeth and refused to let himself scream.

No matter how uncomfortable I feel, I frowned and endured it!

Zhuque and others looked at the fake war god, and seemed to be about to spit out fire.

"Don't say I don't give you a chance. Now I've only picked Qinglong's tendons. If you still don't say it, it's the next one, and so on, you can consider it clearly."
Chapter completed!