Zhang Xingming didn't speak, he had already rushed to the side of the double knife man in a few steps, the buddy's eyes were fierce, and the knife in his left hand slashed at Zhang Xingming, but it was just a scare, and he still ran to Mr. Cui who was still lying on the ground, and the knife in his right hand had been raised. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Zhang Xingming breathed a sigh of relief, narrowly avoided the kitchen knife that he gestured with his left hand, reached out and grabbed the sleeve of his clothes, and pulled it to the side, the double knife man stumbled, almost fell, and shouted: "I'll fuck your mother." "I came to Zhang Xingming.

At this time, it was Zhang Xingming's home field, and he was relieved, in fact, he also relied on the thick clothes he wore in winter, and if he caught this just now in summer, he really had to think about it.

In the kung fu of adjusting the balance of the double knife man, he has completely leaned over, poured a punch into his eyes, and then shrank his body back, lowered his upper body, twisted his waist and shook his legs, and while avoiding the kitchen knife, his foot drew an arc, and the sole of his shoe kicked directly on the face of the double knife man.

This kick was solid, and the kitchen knife in the left hand of the double knife man fell to the ground and staggered back a few steps.

Zhang Xingming rushed over and grabbed his right hand holding the knife, put his hands together, a small entanglement, twisted his right hand behind him, unloaded his knife, grabbed his right hand and lifted it up, and the double knife man roared and knelt on the ground.

The military body fist controls the enemy's hand into the white blade with one move, and does not step up to kill.

The students in the four circles let out a burst of cheers, shouting, and some clapping.

Then students from all over the world gathered and gathered around Zhang Xingming, and everyone talked excitedly and exaggeratedly, and those who saw it loudly said loudly to those who didn't see it behind.

Zhang Xingming held the right hand of the double swordsman and panted, at this time, this guy still had the ability to resist, but he didn't dare to relax.

Over there, Mr. Cui got up with the support of several students, and just now he fell hard, and he had abrasions on his hands and face, and at this time blood oozed out, which looked a little scary.

He looked at his hands, spat out a few mouthfuls of bloody sand, wriggled a few times to break away from the student who was holding him, and limped over.

"What class are you in? He yelled at Zhang Xingming.

Zhang Xingming glanced at him, took a deep breath, resisted the urge to kick over, ignored him, turned his head to look at the students on the side, and said, "Call the teacher, who is going to find a rope or something." ”

As he was talking, the student on the side exclaimed, he was suddenly pushed heavily on his shoulder, and in a hurry he had to let go of the right hand of the double swordsman, took two steps to the side to find balance, turned his head to look over, and Teacher Cui was looking at him viciously: "Mom, which class are you in to force you, can't you listen?"

Zhang Xingming's blood rushed to his head and roared: "Are you sick?"

Teacher Cui wiped his face with the back of his hand, bared his teeth in pain, and saw the blood on his hands, and scolded hatefully: "I grass your mother, little bitch, you see me fall? ”

Zhang Xingming looked him up and down a few times, frowned, and said, "Look at you like this, like a teacher? Mouth full of swear words like spitting, are you still a man?"

The students on this side of the teaching building dispersed, and Principal Zhou and several male teachers walked over quickly.

Principal Zhou looked at the situation as he walked, and was obviously relieved.

He had just seen clearly from above, a student who didn't know what grade he was rushing up to stop the two of them, and then his head suddenly got bigger, and he turned around and ran downstairs.

This will look at the situation, obviously it has been controlled, and he recited Amitabha Buddha a few times in his heart, and strode over.

Teacher Cui had already strode towards Zhang Xingming: "Who are you talking about when your mother is forcing you? I'll kill you a bitch." ”

The boys on the side began to coax: Oh.......

"Cut him, what a teacher. ”

"him, him, what a joke. ”

"Erming, leave him. He did it first, and we testified. ”

Now the whole scene is that Zhang Xingming is standing there, the double knife man is two meters away from him, kneeling on the ground and moving his strained right arm. Teacher Cui scolded and walked over to Zhang Xingming, more than three meters or four meters away from Zhang Xingming, and more than two meters away from the kneeling one.

Principal Zhou walked over from the other direction, and there were still more than ten meters away from the three people.

Two kitchen knives, one is fifty centimeters under Zhang Xingming's feet, and the other is on Mr. Cui's side, between Mr. Cui and the double knife man.

Zhang Xingming glanced at the kitchen knife on the ground, looked at Mr. Cui who came over, and was very annoyed, thinking about whether he would directly knock him down and count the ball, and it was the first time he had seen such a disgusting person.

The male students on the side all coaxed, and they all scolded Teacher Cui for not being a master.

Most of the middle school students in the Northeast at this time are not really afraid of the teacher, and they will do what they say, but as long as you don't go too far, he will definitely listen to you, this is a matter of identity, not guts.

Teacher Cui stared at Zhang Xingming, cursing in his mouth and running over, ready to beat him.

However, in such a flash, something happened suddenly.

The double knife man who was kneeling on the ground suddenly struggled to stand up, his right arm was strained by Zhang Xingming, he couldn't exert his strength, hanging by his side, and on his left hand, a bright old soldier stabbed out.

That is, in the blink of an eye, the classmates on the side have not seen what is going on, and their open mouths have not yet made a sound.

Teacher Cui's right hand had already been raised, ready to slap Zhang Xingming's face.

The Twin Blades suddenly exerted his strength and crashed into Teacher Cui, who had just walked past him at this time, that is, less than half a meter away.

Zhang Xingming's right hand stretched out to his waist, but it was too late, which no one could have imagined.

This guy is not a double knife, but a triple knife.

In these days, many gangsters like to get a military stab at home.

When he went out, he used a rope to hang the military thorn and skin sheath inside his clothes, and he couldn't see it at all when he was covered with a thick cotton jacket in winter.

When you use it, as long as you grab the handle of the knife with your backhand and pull it, the military spur will be unsheathed and pulled out.

Moreover, this thing is suspended in the air, and there is no restriction on the direction of the left and right hands, so it can be pulled out smoothly from any side.

The sound of the knife entering the flesh is quite special, a bit like the sound of piercing the skin of a drum, but it is a little more muffled.

Teacher Cui stuck a word in his throat, raised his hand in the air, and turned his head to look at the double knife man in disbelief.

In front of the sharp military cold soldiers, the padded jacket is like a layer of paper.

Just now, a few kitchen knives were just turned over a little bit of the padded jacket, and at this time, it was penetrated without any effect.

You must know that on the battlefield, the enemy's winter clothing is much thicker and sturdy than that of the common people, but this is not a problem at all for the military thorn, and it appears to penetrate.