The three of them looked closely and saw a masked man wearing a flashy Red Scarf blocking the car.
Bu Ersun frowned tightly. "Fuck, you want to play this game with me? Caiyun, take him out."
"Yes!"
Caiyun pushed open the door, got out, and charged at him with her sword.
Ming Disha was evenly matched with Caiyun!
After fighting for quite a while, Bu Ersun was thoroughly shocked. Damn, this guy actually has some moves!
"Zhuiyue, help her."
"Yes, Young Master."
Zhuiyue got out of the car as well. Ming Disha fought one against two, facing danger after danger, yet he was still evenly matched with them!
After fighting for a long time, Bu Ersun kept rubbing his face.
Damn it, this flashy Red Scarf just kept swaying around without falling over. He was driving him crazy!
Gritting his teeth, he pushed open the door and got out. "Cover my flanks. I'll finish him myself!"
Ming Disha used every trick he had and was evenly matched with all three of them!
Every move was perilous, every move bolstered by luck.
Just as you were about to stab him with a sword, he would tilt his body and happen to dodge it; just as you were about to strike the top of his head with your palm, his foot would slip and he would narrowly avoid it; just as you were about to... In short, Martial Uncle kept hovering at death's door.
Swaying, swaying—he just kept fucking swaying!
After fighting for so long, even Bu Ersun found it miraculous!
Was this guy's luck really that good? He had nearly died so many times already!
Ming Disha could not defeat the three of them and retreated while fighting.
Bu Ersun was getting tired. He tugged at his clothes and fanned himself.