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"Uncle can bear it, and aunt can't bear it!" another classmate joined in.

"The University is not a vegetable garden, and it is not something you can enter if you want to!"

"Unity is strength!"

"Brothers together!"

"Its profits are broken!"

"Justice will never be absent!"

"The University of China is bloody. ”

"Long live Minda!"

"Come on!"

“……”

More and more students joined in and supported Ye Feng with practical actions.

"I don't know if I'm alive or dead!" Hua Xiong sneered: "Give them bloodletting, let them sober up!"

Hua Xiong commanded in a low voice: "As long as you don't die, it's okay no matter how you get it!"

"Kill—"

Hua Xiong led the people to pick up the weapons in their hands and rushed towards the students.

The guards and school guards quickly erected blast shields and put them at the front. Mei Lu led the students to follow closely behind.

"Brother Yidao, will there be a big mess?"

"What does it have to do with the big mess? I'm just here to see the fun. Liang Yidao sat in the car from afar and watched the show.

The two teams of thousands of people collided in an instant.

There was a dense "clanging" explosion, which was the sound of the murder weapon striking the shield. The student contingent was smashed and retreated. There were many students who were smashed and their heads were bleeding. This is still the result of Huaxiong's deliberate refusal to hurt people's lives.

After all, students are students, just by virtue of the courage of blood and blood for a while. How is it the opponent of these battle-hardened hooligans?

The students were frightened by these "fierce bad guys" on the other side, hesitated in their movements, and dodged one after another, seeing that the students were about to be defeated by the whole line.

Ye Feng stood on the roof of the car, looking at the crowd of people who were in a melee, and for the first time he felt that his personal martial arts were insignificant in a team battle.

Could it be that he rushed in and slaughtered all sides? Is it one sword at a time, and a few are killed to control the situation first?

What if the onlookers joined the fight? Could they still be a thousand enemies? Isn't that a joke?

How can I keep the students on my own?

Ye Feng's chest burned with raging anger, and he was so aggrieved that he was about to explode.

"Wow-" Ye Feng grabbed the Seagod's Sword with both hands, poured his internal breath and stabbed it fiercely into the hood of the polar bear off-road vehicle.

There was a loud "bang", and the sword of the sea god entered in response. Half of the Poseidon's sword was lost in the car's engine.

"Shhh

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If Ye Feng shattered the glass with a sword (maybe this is not bulletproof glass) and couldn't make Liang Yidao touch, then this little man easily pierced the bulletproof armor with this weird big sword and penetrated deep into the interior of the car, which made him dumbfounded.

"Poof-" Huang Mao saw that his car had been fatally hit again, and immediately spurted out a mouthful of blood, covered his chest and fell to the ground.

When both sides in the melee heard such a big movement, they were stunned. Everyone turned their attention to Ye Feng on the roof of the car.

"Drink!Yoga!Hey!Hey!" Ye Feng suddenly ripped off his shirt and danced on the roof of the car.

Beneath the explosive muscle lines, there is endless power and beauty. The tattoo patterns all over the body, with Ye Feng's twisting angle, make people feel very psychedelic.

"Babble, hey, boom!" Ye Feng let out a low roar.

Stomping feet, patting chests, crossing the waist, patting thighs, patting arms, sticking out tongues. The simple movements are repeated over and over again.

Mei Lu's eyes erupted with a strange frenzy, he also ripped off his shirt and jumped up with Ye Feng: "Boom! Kangba! cut the internal ......"

"Boom! Kangba! cut the internal ......" Lin Weiwei also added, almost in sync with Ye Feng and Mei Lu.

One after another, some of the onlookers joined in, one, two, three, five, ten, twenty, all of them blushing with excitement.

They are all Tan compatriots who left the sea in the early years, and they have long integrated into this society for many years, and many of them are no longer even Tanks on their household registration certificates, but they have not forgotten the countless war dances that appeared in their dreams.

Ye Feng danced the unique Tanren War Dance in this world, arousing their endless fighting spirit, and reminded them of their pride in fighting with the sky, the earth, the sea, and people.

When Ye Feng first started jumping, he felt that he was quite stupid, but soon everyone felt completely different.

The momentum is rising little by little, this is the confidence is multiplying, everyone seems to be able to feel the earth shaking, the thunderous rumble rolling in everyone's hearts.

The Tan war dance is a traditional dance of the Tan people, which they dance before the battle or when they hold a big ceremony to boost their morale. The Tanren use this to cheer themselves on and at the same time deter their opponents.

Dozens of Tan compatriots moved in unison, and the majestic and vigorous roar resounded throughout the audience, and they sang war songs in Tan language:

"Prepare your feet,

Stomping with anger and passion;

This is death! This is death!

This is life! This is life......

Look at the hairy man,

Who is harnessing the sun and making him shine?

Arise, arise –

Who is harnessing the sun and making him shine?

This is death! This is death!

This is life! This is the ...... of life."

More and more people are joining in, and the vast majority of them are not Tan. They learned from Ye Feng to stomp their feet, pat their chests, cross their waists, pat their thighs, slap their arms, and stick out their tongues. Simple movements are repeated in cycles. They roared angrily, "Boom, pit, Racche, Woo-" Although they didn't know what they were talking about, it didn't prevent them from understanding the true meaning of this war dance.

Thousands of indignant students and onlookers showed the indomitable momentum of the Tanren war dance to the fullest.

Those who dance the war dance are dancing enthusiastically, and those who watch the war dance are enthusiastic.

The saddest thing was Hua Xiong, the people who participated in the fight, who were so frightened by this formation that their faces turned pale and their legs trembled.

They feel like a broken ship in the ocean, in danger of capsizing at any moment, tearing to shreds at any moment.

At the end of the war dance, Ye Feng half-squatted down, touched the ground with his fists, and made a movement to wipe his neck, such an extremely provocative action often indicates that the battle is about to start.

"Ahh

If you don't run, you're a fool, the other party danced, and twisted the thousands of people present into a rope, and God blocked and killed God, invincible.

On the other hand, on my side, everyone is like a lost dog, with no fighting spirit, how can this battle be fought?

Hua Xiong remained in place, his face blue and red changing.

Ye Feng pulled out the Seagod's Sword from the car and put it back behind him. A bottomless black hole was left on the body, and green smoke rose from it.

Huang Mao, who had just woken up, saw this scene, and with a "uh" sound, he fainted in distress.

"Papapa-" The applause came, and Liang Yidao walked over from afar: "Good means! Good kung fu!"

It's Liang Jian. Ye Feng recognized him at a glance, this was Jin Min, Xiao Jin's nemesis Liang Yidao. When he was fighting for wine, he used a peanut to miss his flying knife.

"It's over. Ye Feng pretended not to know him.

Ye Feng walked in front of Hua Xiong and smiled slightly: "Brother Xiong, right? Why don't we stop there?"

"Stop your mother!" Hua Xiong, who was out of control, suddenly took out a gun from his pocket and aimed it at Ye Feng: "You always let me stop after riding on my head and soaking shit." You're so good at pretending, I'll let you pretend to be enough today. ”

"Click. Hua Xiong loaded the bullet.