Here, Wang Feng just picked up the dagger in his hand and wiped out the neck of the black-clothed man who was pressing on a fellow countryman's body.

Zhou Cheng picked up the stones and kept throwing them in the distance.

The accuracy is getting better and better.

The angles are getting trickier and trickier.

Specializing in human eyes and ears smashed.

As soon as someone chased after him, he ran away.

Lao Zhang, who came out from afar, also used a slingshot to cover him from time to time.

After about 10 minutes of commotion, in Wang Chen's gloomy face, the twenty guards were knocked to the ground.

Most of them died, and even when a few were still angry, they were smashed by the security guards with wooden sticks and stones.

Zhou Zhenhua also laughed and said: "Didn't I say it, Captain Zhou, the strength of your gang is really weak, are they really the guards of the Zhao family?

With this teasing, Wang Chen's body trembled.

He turned his head and stared coldly at the shoulders of these two people, and after trembling for a long time, he took a deep breath and said, "Don't be in a hurry to provoke me, you must be dying in the end!"

Then he took out a gun with a shake of his hand, and Lao Zhang in the jungle in the distance was the first to discover Wang Chen's intentions, and immediately bent his bow and shot out an iron bead.

Wang Chen's wrist flicked.

A "snap" shot rang out.

Accurately hit the eyebrows of Lao Zhang, who was hidden behind the tree.

The slingshot that had been pulled out was instantly out of sight.

It shot out and hit the iron door on the side.

There was a crisp sound.

"Lao Zhang!"

There were several calls from the crowd.

A few people were about to rush over with red eyes.

Wang Chen didn't pay attention to these people at all, and casually raised his gun and aimed at Liu Fei, who was raising his gun to shoot at him.

"Smack!"

The young man, who was covered in wounds and had struggled to get here, fell backwards, and the gun in his hand fell weakly.

"Liu Fei!"

Wang Feng, Zhou Cheng roared angrily, and the dagger swung violently, slashing towards Wang Chen.

At this moment, the first group of people who rushed over had already come to Wang Chen.

The wooden stick in his hand smashed straight towards Wang Chen's head!

Wang Chen couldn't guard against it, the wooden stick smashed on his head, and it broke with a "snap".

But this Wang Chen suddenly blasted out two punches as if he was fine, and there was a crisp bone cracking sound.

The two men spurted two mouthfuls of blood and flew backwards, knocking down their companions who were still standing there.

Wang Feng and Zhou Cheng also rushed over with fierce faces at this moment.

Seeing that Wang Chen didn't turn his head, he turned his head and kicked it, and put it on Zhou Cheng's chin again.

There was a crisp "click".

This time, Zhou Cheng was not as lucky as before, his entire chin was sunken into his neck!

Flew backwards and crashed into a nearby tree, out of breath.

Wang Feng's red eyes hit Wang Chen hard at this moment.

Wang Chen seemed to be unconscious, turned his head to stare at this Wang Feng, squeezed his fist, turned his head to stare at Li Zicheng and Zhou Zhenhua and said, "Look, this is your waste reinforcements!"

Then he clenched his hands into fists and slapped Wang Feng's temples.

Wang Feng's face suddenly became flushed, and blood began to ooze from the corners of his eyes and nose, and then he fell to the ground and convulsed.

At this moment, there are only three or two people left.

"Ahh

Li Ziming and Zhou Zhenhua couldn't laugh anymore, looking at their dying companions with embarrassed faces, their teeth clenched, their fists clenched, and they struggled to walk over there.

"Come back! You come back to me!

When Wang Chen heard this, his face showed a pleasant effect, and he laughed and said, "Aren't you laughing, are you laughing, I'll let you watch them die one by one!"

At this time, Chen Zheng, who had closed his eyes on the ground and was out of breath, suddenly jumped up, and stabbed the dagger in his hand heavily towards Wang Chen's lower abdomen.

Even Wang Chen was also startled by this person, but there was a sound of metal rubbing between his lower abdomen, and the knife did not move at all, but Wang Cheng, who poked it, took a few steps back quickly.

Seeing a shocked look on Chen Zheng's face, he threw a punch and smashed it on Chen Zheng's temple.

"Hahaha, I'm wearing chain mail inside! If you want to hurt me, you kid is still a little tender!"

Chen Zheng took this punch, bleeding from the seven orifices, flying upside down, lying on the ground, twisting a few times, this time he was really out of breath.

At this moment, there is only Li Mingming standing on the field.

He looked at his dead or wounded companion, and a hint of determination flashed in his eyes, and he was about to pick up the short knife left by the enemy on the side and rush forward to fight this man.

"Li tomorrow!

In the distance, a shout was heard again.

Li Ziming and Zhou Zhenhua, who were not dead at the door, heard this voice, and their spirits instantly lifted.

In the jungle in the distance, Xiao Wu was covered in blood, one arm hung weakly on his chest, and he was limping and struggling to move this way.

Behind him, there were more than a dozen people in black who were also covered in injuries, and they walked towards this side with difficulty.

Seeing that more than fifty people appeared here, Wang Chen didn't care about killing Li Mingming, but instead stared at Xiao Wu in surprise and asked, "Why aren't you dead yet?" What happened to my master?"

A resolute sneer flashed on Xiao Wu's face: "Master, his old man refused to give in, so I had to cut off his head!"

......

20 minutes ago, Xiao Wu was severely injured and unable to struggle.

Seeing this, Zhao Zongqing came to him with an indifferent face, and his fist was about to hit his forehead.

At this moment, there was a screeching sound of car brakes in the distance.

"Bang".

The old man was knocked upside down in front of him and flew out.

The car stopped, and more than a dozen people in black came down in an instant.

It was the rescue team led by Zhao Zhong.

Two people stepped forward to check Xiao Wu's injuries, and the remaining dozen or so people stepped forward to surround Zhao Zongqing, who had just gotten up on the side.

Fang Cai's collision seemed to break his right hand, and he couldn't lift his right hand flat after a few attempts at the moment.

Only his left hand was barely extended.

Looking at the dozen or so black-clothed people who surrounded him, Zhao Zongqing's face flashed with annoyance, staring at these dozen people and said coldly: "They are all here to send them to death, I will fulfill you!"

More than a dozen people in black, all of them are weak.

But in the face of Zhao Zongqing, who was seriously injured, he was still invincible.

At this moment, Zhao Zongqing was like an injured tiger, although the strongest right fist could not be used, but because of the pain that angered him, the fist and foot competition was more courageous than before.

The fists and kicks are like a thousand pounds of iron rods, as long as they touch the body, they will be broken and vomit blood and fall to the ground.

In a few moments, there were seven or eight lying on the ground.

At this moment, the master temporarily dispatched by Zhao Zhong is still on the way.

Seeing that Zhao Zongqing actually had a punch to wipe out their gang.

Xiao Wuzai on the side didn't care about the pain on his body, so he picked up the short knife on the side and joined the battle.

In the end, at the cost of the death of a companion, everyone worked together to restrain Zhao Zongqing's body, giving Xiao Wu a short chance to cut off Zhao Zongqing's head.

A generation of boxers has come to an end.

After listening to Xiao Wu's words, Wang Chen didn't believe it.

His master's skills, hundreds of black-clothed guards in the capital, all of them couldn't get in.

With this group of miscellaneous soldiers in front of him alone, how could he hurt the master who was like a god in his heart.

Seeing his expression, Xiao Wu knew that he couldn't be persuaded, so he immediately reluctantly raised his right hand and stepped forward silently with a short knife.

Behind him, more than a dozen black-clothed guards followed, although they were also seriously injured, it was already very difficult to walk.

But at this moment, he did not flinch and followed behind Xiao Wu.

Li Mingming originally wanted to follow behind, but was stopped by a black-clothed guard: "It's too dangerous for us to have a matter between us!

Li Mingming immediately stared at Xiao Wu in front of him and scolded: "Xiao Wu, what do you mean? Look down on me? When we drank together, you kid was drunk by me and fell under the table! Tell you! If you want to get rid of me, there is no way!"

Xiao Wu in the distance seemed to have not heard, and persistently moved forward.

Li Ming couldn't help it, the black-clothed guard who was stopping him in front of him had a broken arm, and his other eye was so swollen that he could barely see it.

When he is weak, he will fall down at the first touch, and if he rushes forward strongly, it will definitely make his injuries worse.

Wang Chen looked at this group of people who regarded death as home, and immediately sneered and stared at Xiao Wudao at the front: "I should call you a senior brother according to your generation! If you are in your heyday, I will naturally have to weigh and weigh you when I fight! But now that you have been abolished by the master, you are no longer my opponent!"

Tearing his face, Xiao Wu didn't bother to maintain his demeanor, and sneered at this moment: "Since you want to fight, then stop talking nonsense and do it!"

With a wave of his hand, a dozen black-clothed guards behind him, covered in wounds, gritted their teeth and rushed forward.

Wang Chen did not despise these people because they were seriously injured.

He knew how hard the daily training of these black-clad guards was.

Even if you are seriously injured, you have the ability to kill with one hit.

The first to rush at him was a young man with his hands gone.

It should have been two punches with the master, and at this moment, the flesh and blood of the two fists were blurred, and it was almost impossible to see a complete slap shape.

At the moment, he hung weakly on his chest.

Even so, this person had a fierce face, and when he ran to Wang Chen's side, he jumped up violently, and swept Wang Chen with a whip leg on the spot.

"Carving insect skills!"

Wang Chen snorted coldly, jumped up suddenly, and kicked him hard.

The two faced each other in the air.

After all, Wang Chen's body was uninjured, his moves were smoother, and his skills were more vigorous.

The kick slammed into the man in black, knocking him upside down and flying him to the ground, coughing up blood.

The second and third people have also rushed over.

The chests of the two people were dented, and they were covered in blood.

With a look of fear of death on his face, while Wang Cheng had not yet landed, they each punched Wang Chen's lower abdomen and smashed it out.

Wang Chen's face was cold, he was in the air, he stretched out his hand to block it, and flew out backwards quickly.

After landing on the ground, he staggered a few steps and barely managed to stand still.

A few more people rushed to his side, punching and kicking, and they didn't even give him a chance to breathe.

However, these people were seriously injured after all, and they seemed to be fierce, but in fact, they did not cause any harm to Wang Chen.

On the contrary, he aggravated his injuries.

A few people began to cough up blood while fighting.

After all, Wang Chen's kung fu is not as perverted as his master Zhao Zongqing's class, and he was besieged by more than a dozen people on his back, and he also suffered a lot of punches and kicks on his body.

However, he never panicked, fighting and retreating.

As soon as you do it, one person will fall immediately.

After a while, he was surrounded by men in black who were struggling to get up after being seriously injured.

If this continues, these brothers will all fold here.

Xiao Wu gritted his teeth and moved.

He stepped forward with one foot and stepped out heavily, the hand that was still intact tightly grasped the short knife, and the whole person leaped towards this Wang Chen.

The man was still in mid-air, so he shouted: "Do it!"

"Smack!"

In the distance in the jungle, a burst of gunfire was suddenly heard.

A bullet hit Wang Chen's chest right now.

But I didn't want this Wang Chen to put on chain mail.

This shot hit him back a few steps, and his fist was messed up, but it didn't cause any substantial damage.

Xiao Wu was already in the air at the moment, so he naturally couldn't retreat.

He clenched his fists, and finally swung out the short knife in his hand after the empty Wang Chen.

This knife, with almost all the strength of his body, actually pierced the iron armor on his back and inserted the short knife into it.

"Ahh

Wang Chen's extremely painful howl came from the woods.

Although the blow seriously injured him, it did not kill him immediately.

Wang Chen gritted his teeth and kicked away the seriously injured Xiao Wu.