"Don't!" The third brother saw the situation in the field, and stopped him while retreating after landing. I saw that his face was blood-red, and then, he took a deep breath and slowly faded. The man stood there, his legs very close together, and there was not a single gap.

Big Head and Poinsettia looked at him, hesitated for a moment, and slowly stepped away.

Zhang San's ears were sharp, and he heard the big head muttering: "First beat half to death, isn't everything over?"

"Master Zhang Sanzhang!" the third brother suddenly clasped his fists on the spot and saluted, "May I ask what kind of boxing technique you used just now?"

"No punches. Zhang San didn't know what kind of medicine he was selling in his gourd.

"Foshan has no shadow legs? Whip legs, tan legs, poke feet...... It's not like it, and I hope to give you advice. ”

"Not really. "Most of Zhang Sanlian's names are the first time I have heard them. But seeing that the third brother's eyes were sincere, he could still stop the big head and poinsettia, and replied truthfully: "If you really want to say a name, Wang Baquan." ”

"Wild Ball Punch?"

"Whatever you want. Zhang San looked left and right, the big head and the poinsettia were both holding weapons, only the third brother was empty-handed, and he didn't dare to act rashly.

"Try again. After the third brother finished speaking, it was another fluttering boxing technique.

Zhang San looked at it intently and found that he paid great attention to the protection of his lower body, and his upper body was also good, but his head was confused by shaking it from side to side.

Confuse your size! Zhang Sanyi saw that the distance was enough, and a punch stabbed out, hitting the third brother's left eye socket. He backsomer, covered his eyes with one hand, pointed at Zhang San with the other and asked, "What punch?"

There was surprise and excitement in his expression.

"Wang Baquan. ”

"Awesome. After the third brother finished speaking, he continued to move forward with one swollen eye.

This time the gap was in the abdomen, and Zhang San kicked him back.

"Third brother, this kid has long feet and long hands, you use a broken saber!" the big head kept reminding.

But the third brother was not convinced, and was kicked and beaten several times by Zhang San in a row, and found that there was nothing he could do. He finally understood that it was the opponent's quick reaction and the speed at which he threw punches or kicks. Unexpectedly, after having inhuman power, there are still people who react faster than themselves?

"Admiration!" The third brother suddenly stood far away, hugged his fists again and said: "I am not four (is) opponents, Zhang Sanwang and eight fists are alone in the world, please feel free." ”

After saying that, he turned sideways, which meant that Zhang San could leave.

"Can't let it go!" shouted the big head anxiously.

"Spicy chicken!" Poinsettia also stepped forward.

What's going on? Zhang San was a little baffled. But the opportunity was rare, so he hurriedly ran in the direction of the third brother.

Only two steps, slamming on the brakes, looking ahead, very vigilant.

Behind the tree dozens of meters behind the third brother, Tianqu walked out with a smile, just blocking Zhang San's way.

Behind him, the footsteps of Big Head and Poinsettia also stopped.

The third brother looked sideways, and his expression became solemn.

"You go on, my superiors asked me to bring a word: action. After speaking, he nodded to Zhang San with a hateful standard smile on his face.

The third brother's face changed continuously, and he hugged his fist and saluted Zhang San again, and then stood still, and a broken saber appeared in his hand at some point, as black as ink.

Zhang San was startled and looked left and right. The big head tilted his mouth, rubbed his scalp with a broken saber, and looked like a wolf looking at a lamb. Poinsettia stood up straight, the wind blowing her long hair, and the unwitting thought it was a model for taking field photos.

That dangerous feeling faintly triggered the fear in Zhang San's heart.

"Stealing the Heavenly Qu, I surrender!" Zhang San looked at the Stealing Heavenly Qu and shouted.

"None of my business, just a word. Sky Stealing smiled politely.

"Numb. Zhang San suddenly rushed towards the big head, where it should be the weakest.

The big head turned sideways to avoid it, and the broken saber danced out of a black shadow, forcing Zhang San to retreat again and again. His mind was highly concentrated, and he heard the slightest sound of breaking wind behind him, and knew that it was the movement of the ghost wire. jumped up in a hurry, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw the third brother jumping at the same time, as if he had calculated his movements.

Am I going to die here?" Zhang San felt a chill in his back. I feel that I can be stabbed by the third brother anywhere.

"No!" Zhang San roared wildly, forcibly twisted in the air, and just turned sideways, the broken saber that the third brother had originally held close to him quietly stabbed Zhang San in the ribs.

This is where the door of Zhang San Cave is wide open. His hands were open as he twisted, and his feet had nowhere to focus.

Zhang San had goosebumps all over his body, and there was only one thought in his heart: Lao Tzu would pull a cushion back when he died.

Push your hands hard and move forward. Superman's reaction intuitively realized that half a second after the third brother broke the saber and stabbed him in the ribs, the two of them would fall at the same time, and their hands could wrap around each other's necks. As long as the strength does not dissipate, the opponent's small neck may be broken.

The third brother saw that Zhang San's eyes became extremely indifferent, and he saw the broken saber as nothing, and at the same time felt a coldness on his neck, and understood Zhang San's thoughts.

Volleyed the knife and kicked his legs, kicking Zhang San, and that direction happened to be poinsettias.

Zhang San, who was rolling in the air, saw the ghost line like a gun out of the corner of his eye, and was stabbing at the front door, almost subconsciously grabbing it with his hands.

A strong feeling of paralysis was controlled by him in the palm of his hand. He had nowhere to focus in mid-air, and fell against the poinsettias. Seeing that her eyes were full of disdain, she twitched her hand, recaptured the ghost line, and kicked Zhang San's sideways legs.

The purple high heels magnified sharply in front of Zhang San's eyes, and the pointed heels were like a special-shaped dagger. The black leather pants are very tight, and the round and slender legs no one would think of sex/sex, and at this time they are the embodiment of strength.

It's good to have a waist! This is Zhang San's current emotion, he turned around in time, staggered his toes, and the person fell down the poinsettia thigh.

Poinsettia was not surprised at all, as if she had expected this ending. The corners of her mouth curled slightly, and her face turned to contempt. The left hand and fingers were like knives, piercing Zhang San's neck.

This is vicious.

In the flash of light, Zhang San subconsciously lowered his head, opened his mouth, and Bai Sensen's teeth bit down on his slender fingers.

"Spicy chicken. Poinsettia scolded, turned a poke into a push, and slapped Zhang San in the mouth.

Zhang San landed with the help of a backflip, and the strength of his whole body swam quickly and autonomously, with a kind of surging that can upside down the willows. These few fights between life and death seemed to fully stimulate the potential in his body.

The three took the opportunity to move and surrounded Zhang San in the middle. Two broken sabers, a ghost line, and the pride that had just risen in Zhang San's body was extinguished again. Do you really want to die here?

As soon as the thought came to mind, the third brother shouted softly: "Up!"

The three of them acted at the same time, one in front and one in the back, two broken sabers, restricting his movement to a very small range, and the ghost line waved like a wave, erratic.

Zhang San fell into an ice cellar in an instant, and his whole body was a little stiff due to fear. He is extremely sensitive to danger and knows which direction to go, and he will inevitably be stabbed. What's more, there is a ghost thread that can delay action at any time.

"I'll vote for ......" Zhang San hadn't finished shouting, and the third brother had already moved, holding back the "descending" life.