The three-layer Zhuan Riding Horse, where can Zhao Cong's plausible thing be compared?

Whenever Zhao Fan stopped to solve someone, Zhao Cong thought that he finally had a chance to catch him. It's just that whenever he arrives, Zhao Fan will flash inexplicably, and then he will come to the next person.

These black suits can be practiced to the dark, and naturally they are not stupid, after some people fell, the rest of the people began to disperse the formation, widening the distance between them and Zhao Fan.

However, they had more time to dodge, and it was even more difficult for Zhao Cong to catch up with Zhao Fan.

Later, these black suits were really empty in their hearts, and many people wanted to run.

But perhaps thinking of Zhao Cong's methods, even if these people's legs were shaking, they could only stand stiffly in place. At first, they were still cautious, expecting to be able to evade Zhao Fan's means, but later they simply gave up resistance completely.

In just a few minutes, more than thirty black suits had all fallen to the ground.

After all, there are so many people watching below, and they still have to nod their faces, and they are embarrassed to scream. It's just that his face is extremely pale, and the cold snort on his forehead keeps dripping down his sideburns, and it is obvious that there is more than a little pain.

Zhao Cong, who had already begun to gasp for breath, had already increased his speed to the extreme, seeing that Zhao Fan suddenly stopped, with a cruel smile on his face, his fingers, which had already been raised, suddenly pointed towards Zhao Fan's chest.

"Liangyi Tianxin points acupuncture hands. ”

Zhao Fan raised his eyebrows again, and his doubts deepened.

Moving at will, he rushed towards Zhao Cong suddenly.

When he was about to hit it, he suddenly turned sideways slightly, and then chuckled and stretched out his foot to hook it.

The group of people who were watching the audience suddenly saw a black shadow rise into the air and fall on their heads, and countless people jumped away at a rapid speed in the scream, and then there was a chaotic sound of ping-pong in the seats below.

The same use is to control the horse step, Zhao Fan's understanding of this kind of footwork is much deeper than Zhao Cong's.

His timing was very accurate, and a kick that seemed to be hooked at random just happened to be stuck when Zhao Cong's body was slightly volleyed.

And then, there is no then......

Zhao Cong, who rose in the air, shouted a few times in the air, and then fell into a pile of seats under the stage.

This person used the Zhuan Horse Step, and even used the Liangyi Tianxin Point Acupoint, which is likely to be related to the old man.

So Zhao Fan didn't kill him, just taught him a lesson.

However, when Zhao Cong got up from a seat, he already looked like he had a blue nose and swollen face.

The baseball cap on his head no longer flew out of nowhere, revealing a messy mohican hairstyle. The sunglasses hanging from the neckline are gone, the frames have been twisted, the big headphones around the neck have been broken in two, and the valuable tracksuit on the body is full of dust.

"I shouldn't have had any contact with you before, let's talk about it, what is it for you to force me to make a move after spending so much effort?"

At this time, Zhao Fan was still completely sure that this person must have something to do with the old man, and he was here for him.

Ignoring the resentful look on the man's face, and not bothering to look at his eyes that were as red as a beast, he asked in a flat tone as he slowly approached him.

"Do I need to explain so much to a dead man?"

Zhao Cong's face was crazy and cruel, he glanced at Zhao Fan coldly, let out a sneer in his mouth, turned around and walked out.

He was very confident, confident that Zhao Fan would not dare to continue to move at him. was also very indifferent, and he didn't even take a look at the subordinates who were knocked to the ground by Zhao Fan.

Zhao Fan's eyes became cold, he took a deep breath, and there was no longer the slightest concern in his heart.

Does this person have strong confidence, or is he sick in the brain?

has already issued death threats, do you still think Zhao Fan will have any scruples?

"It's really giving you face, even if you really have a relationship with the old man, Lao Tzu will beat it first. ”

With a low shout, Zhao Fan's figure suddenly rushed towards Zhao Cong.

At the moment when he left, Zhao Cong also turned around.

As he turned around, his right hand suddenly raised, and in his hand was a delicate and small pistol.

In the battle, Zhao Fan would never turn off the probing technique, although this person had his back to him and pulled out the gun fast enough, but he still couldn't hide it from his eyes.

Zhao Cong's arrogance was beyond Zhao Fan's expectations.

He took out this gun, not for deterrence.

He really wanted to kill, to kill in full view.

When the muzzle of the gun was aimed at Zhao Fan's head, he didn't even delay a fraction of a second, and directly pulled the trigger. With a cruel smile on his face, there was inexplicable madness and pleasure in his eyes.

But soon, he felt the light in front of him dim, and he could no longer move his fingers. And Zhao Fan's eyes were as cold as beasts, only a few centimeters away from his eyes, and he could even hear extraordinarily long breathing.

The clanging sound was faintly audible in the hysterical screams of the people around him, only Zhao Cong could see that the gun in his hand was just swept by Zhao Fan with one hand, and in an instant, it turned into a pile of parts and fell to the ground.

"You know ......"

It was only at this time that he felt some fear, looked at Zhao Fan in disbelief, and let out a roar from his mouth.

However, Zhao Fan didn't intend to give him a chance to show his family background, and the hand that grabbed him holding the gun suddenly shook.

After a crunching sound, the joints of Zhao Cong's right wrist, elbow and shoulder had all been removed, and his entire arm had been twisted.

The intense pain distorted Zhao Cong's face, and the roar immediately turned into a heart-rending scream.

However, Zhao Fan didn't intend to let him go at all, as soon as he reached out and grabbed his collar, he slapped him in the face.

The broken teeth splattered out, followed by red blood, and Zhao Cong's screams became indistinct.

There are all kinds of indications that this person is here for Zhao Fan, and he has done a lot of homework before coming, and he also knows a lot about his relationship with Belinda.

In the face of the old man, if there is humiliation in words, he can choose to tolerate it. But this man wants his life, so he won't be polite.

He never felt that he was a good man, nor was he a good law-abiding citizen.

There is only one life, and he will try his best to repay those who are kind to him, but he will not even give up his life for anyone.

Even if it was his master, who was very kind to him, if he wanted to kill him one day, he would not sit idly by.

What's more, this person may just have something to do with the old man, how can he continue to show mercy?

"Good!"

The applause appeared sparsely in the entire venue, and the frightened people saw that Zhao Cong was slapped by Zhao Fan and turned into a pig's head, and many people shouted out unconsciously.

"You're looking for death, you're looking for death. ”

If the gaze can kill, Zhao Fan has already been broken into pieces by Zhao Cong at this time. The resentment in his eyes, even after the people around him saw it, made his scalp tingle for a while.

The roar was like the roar of a beast, and I didn't know where this person's hatred for Zhao Fan came from.

But Zhao Fan doesn't care about this, even if your Zhao family is powerful, I may be killed by you tomorrow. But now that it's in my hands, then you can give me an honest plate.

"Smack!"

Another loud slap echoed in the hall, and this time the applause had burst out, incomparably loud and tidy, and everyone who saw this scene was extremely happy in their hearts, shouting loudly.

They were cheering for Zhao Fan, and they were also venting their grievances in their hearts, and several people had even shouted to the point of hoarseness.

Zhao Cong was grabbed by Zhao Fan by the collar and lifted up, and his feet were already off the ground, but he did not lose the ability to move.

The still intact left hand tightly grasped Zhao Fan's wrist, and his feet kicked wildly towards him, and his mouth howled desperately, but he was never able to break free of Zhao Fan's random hand.

He was a little desperate, and the dark energy master went out with one foot, with hundreds of catties of strength, even if it was a tree trunk with the thickness of the bowl, he could easily kick it with one kick.

But he kicked so many feet with all his might, but Zhao Fan didn't seem to feel anything, his eyes were still looking at him coldly, and every time he kicked out, he would be slapped in the face.

His heart was a little cold, and the cold sweat that was already dripping from the pain was getting more and more, and the clothes on his body were already soaked with sweat.

Zhao Fan still controlled some of his strength after all, and this person was not beaten to a coma.

But Zhao Cong heard the cheers coming from the surroundings continuously, and he wanted to pass out directly.

After being slapped more than a dozen times, Zhao Cong seemed to wake up to the fact that Zhao Fan had no fear of the so-called Zhao family in the capital.

The roaring in his mouth didn't know when it had stopped, but even if he wanted to shout now, it wasn't so sharp.

His cheeks were completely blue, and there were probably not a few teeth left in his mouth. The lips, which were still a little thin, had become two sausages at this time, and saliva and blood were unconsciously dripping out from the corners of the mouth.

"Can you talk properly now?"

Feeling that Zhao Cong in his hand was trembling, Zhao Fan threw him on the ground casually, looked at him calmly and asked coldly.

Zhao Cong sat on the ground like mud, and he didn't dare to say anything cruel after all, but his eyes still looked crazy, and he looked at Zhao Fan with a thick playful abuse.

"Do you dare to kill me?"

Zhao Cong wanted to open his mouth wide and show his disgusting signature smile. But the whole face has been swollen into a pig's head, and the words are already extremely vague, and they are not even sure if Zhao Fan can understand it.

"You want to die?"

Zhao Fan understood, his face was really full of murderous intent.

This person is very difficult to entangle, and it can also be said that he is an idiot, and at this time, he is still challenging Zhao Fan's bottom line.

"Yes, I really want to die, kill me, you come and kill me!"

Zhao Cong didn't know where the strength came from, so he suddenly stood up from the ground again, looking at Zhao Fan with resentful eyes and roaring loudly.

With his face covered in blood, he looked extremely hideous at the moment, and his voice was terrible, like a ghost roaring. The surrounding crowd was stunned for a while, and unconsciously retreated several meters away.

"Go out and turn right, and when you go to the end, there is a window. ”

"This is the seventeenth floor, which is not too short. If you jump, you'll die a simple death, and there will be no pain at all. ”

"Really, don't you believe you're going to try?"

Zhao Fan sneered, looked at Zhao Cong with leisurely eyes, and said lightly.