Everyone attacked Leng Yuchen, he could only defend one by one, a young man attacked with a machete, kicked away with his legs, and then kicked the young man to the ground in a roundabout way, and the other people were even more intense.

The long-haired man stood in the distance, watching their fight. Clasped his hands together, his smile growing.

I haven't seen him for so many years, and his fighting moves are still so powerful, but no matter how powerful he is, one person against many people, his physical strength will definitely be consumed. Because Leng Yuchen's attacks are not fatal, he will stand up and attack when he falls.

The fight is tiring for everyone.

Leng Yuchen panted, and glanced at the corner of his torn clothes.

There are too many of them, and it is not a way to consume them like this, and the gaze increases the strength of their hands and feet, directly making them fall to the ground, vomiting blood, and wailing.

A burst of applause rang out, "Mr. Leng's kung fu is really undiminished." ”

Taking off the torn blazer, he turned to look at him, "Your skill seems to need to be improved." ”

"It's true that I don't keep useless waste. "He didn't expect them to beat Leng Yuchen in the first place.

The undefeated myth of the Battle of the Falling Moon Cliff back then was not something that could be defeated by some small horns. However, with a war of attrition, he has a better chance of making a move.

Put down your hands and step towards Leng Yuchen, "Why don't you let me play with Mr. Leng ?"

Many years ago, he fell below and lost miserably. Years of hard work are to overcome him today, and the shame will be washed away today.

"Oh... Well, I'd like to see how far you've progressed. ”

The wind blew through the clothes and hair of the two people, and a few fallen leaves fell with the wind, and the two figures quickly intertwined. The long-haired man's fist wind was fast and heavy, and the speed was still very fast, and after dodging one or two times, it was followed by a chaotic rain of punches.

Leng Yuchen couldn't hide one by one, so he took action to resolve it. Attack his lower handicap with his feet, distract his opponent, and then use the attack.

"Brother Yuchen, don't be too small with me, don't compare me with the weak Duan Qing back then. ”

Before the words fell, he raised his lips and smiled evilly, and a knife flew out of his wrist.

Sudden hidden weapon, Leng Yuchen wanted to retreat with his whole body, his hand was already entangled by him, and he could only turn his head to dodge, but the corner of the blade still scratched his cheek, and a blood red immediately oozed from the broken skin.

The fist hit Duan Qing's chest and retreated.

Covering the place where he had been beaten, Duan Qing smiled happily, "Heh... Ah... I was so careless that I hurt your perfect handsomeness. ”

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I'm guilty, and even less so, it's too late to make up tomorrow.