Chapter 69: Jiang Peng is defeated

"You want to lock me up, look for death!" Zhakun shouted, and wanted to continue to push his knees, Jiang Peng suddenly leaned down, wrapped his legs around Zhakun's body, and pinned Zhakun's knees.

Zakun suddenly couldn't continue to push his knees, but Jiang Peng also entangled with Zakun in a very ambiguous posture.

"Who dies is not certain!" Jiang Peng sneered.

The two of them pressed their chests against their chests, Jiang Peng stretched out his hands, grabbed Zha Kun's wrists, broke them hard, and put them on both sides of his head.

"Die. Jiang Peng raised his head and slammed it hard into Zhakun's face.

With a bang, Jiang Peng's forehead hit Zhakun's nose hard.

"Ahhh Zakun screamed in pain, but the whole person began to exert strength.

Jiang Peng immediately felt a huge force coming from Zha Kun's two furry arms.

"His grandmother's, this manpower is too big. Zha Kun's struggle became more and more intense, and Jiang Peng was almost unable to catch him.

In a hurry, Jiang Peng hit the bridge of Zhakun's nose again.

But Jiang Peng's hand couldn't grasp Zha Kun anymore, and Zha Kun's sliding hands directly blocked Jiang Peng's head and held his neck.

"Oh no!" Jiang Peng immediately broke out in a cold sweat, if he was guillotined by Zha Kun, his neck would definitely be broken.

At the moment of crisis, Jiang Peng decisively let go of his feet, rolled over on one side, separated from Zhakun, and broke free from Zhakun's shackles.

But Jiang Peng wanted to run, but Zakun was unwilling, Jiang Peng just flipped over and left Zhakun's body, and Zhakun turned over, but rode on Jiang Peng's body.

Zha Kun's strength and weight are much greater than Jiang Peng's, riding on Jiang Peng's body, like a mountain, and then, a raindrop-like fist swung towards Jiang Peng's body.

Jiang Peng had no choice but to raise his hand to block, and when Zha Kun saw that his fists were blocked by Jiang Peng's arm, he stood up, grabbed Jiang Peng's clothes with both hands, and directly lifted Jiang Peng up, and then hugged Jiang Peng's waist, which was a back fall.

Jiang Peng's body slammed into the ground, the injury on his back worsened, and Jiang Peng's eyes were spent.

Looking at Jiang Peng who fell to the ground, Zha Kun stood up straight, put a foot on Jiang Peng's stomach, and kicked Jiang Peng's waist with a heavy kick with hard boots and bent into a shrimp.

"Aren't you very good? aren't you trying to lock me up? Come on, shit!" Zakun scolded as he kicked it.

Jiang Peng was kicked by Zha Kun and couldn't catch his breath, so he could only roll a few times in embarrassment, temporarily avoiding Zha Kun's kicks.

"Ahem, phew. Jiang Peng forcibly got up, half-knelt on the ground, spit out a small mouthful of blood, panting, and rubbing his stomach and chest.

On the other side, Zakun's injuries were relatively light, but he looked more embarrassed.

His nose was hit by Jiang Peng and bled out, and the two blood marks pulled the old man.

Zha Kun wiped the blood from his nose casually, stared at Jiang Peng, and approached Jiang Peng directly with a step.

Jiang Peng immediately changed his posture, with his right hand behind him to support the ground, his left foot as a supporting foot, and his right leg raised high for defense.

Looking at Zhakun's oncoming calf, Jiang Peng's right foot kicked directly on the facebone of Zhakun's calf.

Because Jiang Peng used a kick and Zha Kun used a kick, even though it was a strong kick from Zha Kun, he was still prevented by Jiang Peng.

The scene temporarily fell into a stalemate, because Jiang Peng was half-sitting on the ground, so once Zha Kun wanted to kick Jiang Peng, he would be stopped by Jiang Peng's defensive foot, that is, his right foot, and what made Zha Kun a little uncomfortable was that Jiang Peng would kick his knee from time to time, and after several temptations, Zha Kun's knee was kicked several times by Jiang Peng.

Although he was not injured, Zakun's two knees were also aching.

If Zhakun gives up his leg attack and uses his fist instead, he will have to bend down to hit Jiang Peng, otherwise he will be stopped by Jiang Peng's left hand.

But once Zhakun bends down, Jiang Peng will kick Zakun's stomach,

"Whew, whew, whew. After sparing several laps and trying to make a move several times, Jiang Peng, who seemed to be a scoundrel and half-sitting on the ground, was actually solid, and Zha Kun couldn't do anything about him for a while.

Looking at Zha Kun, who stopped to breathe, Jiang Peng also temporarily stopped writhing, and his chest continued to rise and fall.

"Whew, whew, whew. "It's too difficult, it's too difficult to fight against Zakun, this is Jiang Peng's only feeling, in just a few minutes, Jiang Peng feels that his physical strength is about to run out, he is really old.

Zha Kun is big, has long hands, has a lot of strength, and has good legs, Jiang Peng is really at a loss to fight him.

You can only use ground skills, and if you want to subdue Zakun, you must use lock skills, whether it is neck bending, armbar, or guillotine.

Jiang Peng must find a way to lock up Zhakun. But Zhakun's strength is too great, and with his muscles plump, it is difficult for Jiang Peng to find a chance to lock Zhakun.

"There's a kind of you stand up, we fight. Zha Kun moved his body while looking at Jiang Peng, the "shrunken turtle".

"You can sit down, too. Jiang Peng replied to Zha Kun.

"Do you think I can't do anything about you?" Zhakun looked at Jiang Peng coldly and said slowly.

"Come on, then. Jiang Peng said fearlessly, he had already made up his mind about ground warfare, the ground station could effectively avoid Zakun's long arms, and it was not easy to even use his legs.

Zakun sneered, and a side kick hit Jiang Peng's supporting leg, Jiang Peng's center of gravity suddenly reached his waist, and he became lying on the ground.

Without a supporting leg, Jiang Peng couldn't turn, and as soon as Jiang Peng wanted to pull his right leg back, Zha Kun went around to Jiang Peng's side.

"Oops. Before Jiang Peng could react, he was kicked by Zha Kun in the ribs.

This kick was extremely heavy, and the breath in Jiang Peng's chest was directly discharged, and Zha Kun bowed his head, grabbed Jiang Peng's neck, and lifted him up with a fierce force.

"Ahem, ahem. Jiang Peng's body was lifted into the air, his face was flushed, and Zha Kun's right hand pinched Jiang Peng's neck, constantly contracting.

Jiang Peng's two arms frantically beat Zha Kun's right arm, but because he couldn't breathe, he couldn't use his strength at all.

"Go on, aren't you amazing?

Zakun yelled and cursed frantically.

"Admit defeat, we admit defeat!" At this moment, a voice came from the direction of Jiang Peng and the others.

Zha Kun sneered, didn't even look at it, stared at Jiang Peng's face that had slowly turned purple, and said slowly: "I said, the rule is, until one party can't stand up, isn't Jiang Peng standing up now?"

After speaking, Zhakun punched a left hook and hit Jiang Peng's lower abdomen hard.

Jiang Peng couldn't even make a sound of screaming, he only felt that his eyes were getting darker and darker, and his consciousness was about to leave him.

At the moment when Jiang Peng's consciousness was about to blur, a familiar figure appeared in front of his eyes.

"I told you to stop, do you hear? Jiang Yitong was holding a saber in his hand, and it came out of nowhere.

Jiang Yitong took the saber and rushed directly to Zhakun's side, raised the knife, and slashed at Zhakun's hand.

But Zha Kun also let go of his hand directly, grabbed Jiang Yitong's wrist, raised his knee, took Jiang Yitong's hand, and knocked it hard, and the saber in Jiang Yitong's hand fell in response.

Jiang Yitong screamed in pain, Zha Kun's face showed a ruthless look, someone dared to sneak attack him, he just wanted to make a move, but found that the woman in front of him was an unusually beautiful oriental woman, and his raised hand was temporarily put down, but his right hand was still holding Jiang Yitong.

"Oh, let me see, what a beautiful lady can do such rude things, knives are the playthings of men, women better not touch them. Zha Kun looked at Jiang Yitong with a smile and said very "elegantly".

"You let go of me, we have already admitted defeat, why don't you let go!" Jiang Yitong wanted to break free of Zha Kun's hand, but Zha Kun's hand was like an iron tong, and he couldn't break free.

"Admitting defeat? Admitting defeat is also death, dying at the hands of Gustav should be more painful than dying at my hands. Zakun said with a sly smile.

"Phew!" Jiang Yitong spat at Zhakun's face and scolded: "You scumbag, demon, executioner, dirty mercenary, butcher with only money in your eyes!"

With a "bang", Zhakun's right fist hit Jiang Yitong's lower abdomen directly, and then Zhakun let go of his right hand, gently wiped his cheeks, and sniffed it a little disgustingly.

"Although I am a gentleman, there is a limit to patience. ”

Jiang Yitong, who was directly hit by Zha Kun's punch, fell to Jiang Peng's side, and the whole person trembled like sifting chaff.

"Yi, Yitong, what are you doing here. Jiang Peng, who was lying on the ground, suddenly saw Jiang Yitong who was knocked over by Zha Kun, and his consciousness woke up, and his heart was like a knife.

Tears left from Jiang Peng's eyes, and two traces crossed Jiang Peng's dusty face.

"You...... This...... Is...... Why bother?" Jiang Peng wanted to get up, but his head was still in a state where he couldn't exert his strength due to insufficient blood supply.

"Reporter Jiang! Brother Peng!" Panda on the side couldn't hold back any longer, raised the gun in his hand, and was about to shoot, but Zhakun's subordinates raised the guns in their hands at the same time and aimed them at Panda.

Seeing that the war was about to break out, all the Chinatown neighbors were already stupid when they looked at each other's guns.

Some people couldn't hold their guns, and even if they barely raised them, they were all trembling, and one or two of them didn't even open the insurance.

Although Jiang Peng has done simple training, it is still too difficult for these ordinary people to use assault rifles, and in a hurry, they forgot what they had taught before.

Although the youngest master closest to Panda was holding a gun, he quickly walked to Panda's side, reached out and pressed it on Panda's gun, and then shook his head gently.

Panda's eyes were red, and his hands were bruised.

Although he wanted to shoot Zakun with one shot, he knew that as long as he shot himself, everyone present would not survive.

He is good for himself, but he can't decide the life and death of others, every man behind Panda has his own family, he is the pillar of the family, and if he dies here, I don't know how many people will break their hearts and intestines.

"If you have a kind of shooting, let's see who dies first!" Zakun glanced at Panda with a mocking face, and under Panda's murderous gaze, he slowly squatted down and reached out to grab Jiang Yitong's hair.