Judging by the skill with which they wielded these weapons, they wielded them like fingers and fingers, and they could never have had such a skill if they had not immersed themselves in them for at least eight hours a day. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Zheng Yichen snickered in his heart: It seems that doing the underworld is a side job, and these people must be just fruit farmers, butchers, and car mechanics, thinking of coming here to make extra money.

When Sister Yun saw that they even showed their weapons, she was even more flustered, and said weakly: "You...... Don't mess around, it's a legal society now, it's forbidden to smash and rob, aren't you afraid of going to jail? ”

A strong man close to the wall, holding a hammer, glared at him with big eyes like copper bells, and said arrogantly: "Legal system? Lao Tzu's hammer is the law! With a wave of his hand, the hammer smashed the glass window, and the health care liquid placed in the window was not spared, the packaging was damaged, and streams of dark liquid flowed out of it.

Sister Yun's heart ached, her eyes were red, her anger blinded her reason, she forgot her fear for a while, opened her five fingers into a claw shape, and flew forward, giving full play to her fierce nature, tearing and scolding at the strong man.

The strong man didn't dare to really use a hammer to hit Sister Yun, he could only protect his body carefully, the so-called long-term defense will be lost, Sister Yun's offensive is pervasive, one is not careful, the strong man's face left five finger marks, and the skin is open.

This also ignited the anger in the strong man's heart, the palm wind whistled, whirring, and knocked the Sister Yun to the ground with a slap.

Sister Yun covered her swollen and sore cheeks, crying in a low voice, tears rolling down.

Seeing Sister Yun's pitiful appearance, the strong man was very happy in his heart, opened his mouth and smiled, pointed at her and was about to laugh at her, but suddenly there was a flower in front of him, and his fingers were held and pulled back.

only heard the sound of "pop", and his knuckles were broken!

A heartache came straight at him, and before the strong man could cry out for pain, he had already met Zheng Yichen's cold gaze.

Being targeted by this pair of eyes is like being poured with a bucket of water on the head on a cold day, from the bone to the skin, it is all biting cold.

After Zheng Yichen broke his fingers, he slapped his backhand and directly beat the strong man to a daze, and then he retreated and helped up Sister Yun, who was kneeling on the ground.

The strong man spat a mouthful of blood on the floor, and you can see that the red blood is mixed with two white teeth, this slap is not light!

At this time, he woke up like a dream, with a frightened face, looking at the soft severed finger, the ghost cried wolf.

Zheng Yichen looked at him coldly and said word by word: "Even if you are a hooligan, you must have basic ethics." Women, children, and the elderly can't fight! Didn't your parents teach you? ”

He flew forward, broke the phalanges of the strong man, slapped him, and then retreated to help Sister Yun, a series of actions were extremely fast, and the people present didn't have time to react, and watched one of his accomplices being abolished!

The tragic situation of his companions aroused the hatred of the gangsters, and Haonan said viciously: "Brothers, shoulder to shoulder, we want to avenge the banana skin!" ”

The thugs shouted loudly, brandished the weapons in their hands, and rushed towards Zheng Yichen.

Zheng Yichen pushed the frightened Sister Yun to the back room, standing tall and tall, quite a husband and a man.

He twisted his turn, using his toes as the axis, and sideways dodged the slash of a dagger and two watermelon knives.

The horizontal leg is like a whip, and a flying kick kicks the **** tattooed man away.

"Whoosh." The wind was terrible, Zheng Yichen was alarmed, hurriedly lowered his head, and dodged the hammer's heavy blow again.

He opened his fists and feet, and with a "single whip", he forcibly repelled the three big men who were bullied.

This clinic was already very narrow, there was a serious lack of flashing space, and there were many people on the other side, and when he approached, Zheng Yichen was almost covered with flaws.

In addition, he has to protect Sister Yun's thoughtfulness, he can't retreat even half a step, although he can always rely on the agility and nerve reflexes that surpass ordinary people, as well as superhuman sharp eyesight, to avoid the repeated attacks of more than ten people, but it is very hard.

His Tai Chi can't be used at all, but he can use it, but with a few moves, he is very embarrassed, and he is no longer the calm and free and easy to play with four bodyguards that day.

Sister Yun saw the knives hammering and hammering, sticks and kicks, and the figures were screaming, and she was already frightened, and for a while, she even forgot to call for help.

In the fierce fight, Zheng Yichen saw a flaw in the quasi-pheasant, stepped forward, advanced and retreated, snatched the watermelon knife in his hand, turned the blade around, fought with the back of the knife, and slashed at the neck of the pheasant, which scared him so much that he thought he had been severely injured and sat down on the ground.

He sat down as soon as he sat down, making the foothold more and more insufficient, after all, the pheasant is the second master, when those thugs are wandering, they must pay attention to their feet, so as not to step on him, in this way, the offensive will naturally be weak, Zheng Yichen has a knife to defend himself, and he can finally deal with it calmly.

Seeing that the pheasant was hindering his family's plan to cut people, Haonan broke away from the battle circle, dragged his two legs, pulled him out of the door, and spat on him fiercely: "With this guts, you dare to say that you are a pheasant?" "Rushed back in.

He looked at the situation, called out the names of a few people loudly, and told them to withdraw and participate in the battle again, leaving only the six of them to fight against Zheng Yichen.

The space was suddenly freed up, and several people used short weapons, knocking, poking, stabbing, splitting, the range of action was not too intense, and the handover of short soldiers was tacit.

Although there are fewer people fighting, Zheng Yichen secretly complains in his heart: the pressure of the battle has increased exponentially!

The limited space is a burden for him, and for that gangster, isn't it a kind of clamp?

When they wield weapons such as hammers and watermelon knives, their movements are inevitably too large, and they are afraid of accidentally injuring their accomplices, so they have not been able to give full play to the advantages of their own weapons.

Now I have made room for short weapons and really made the best use of them.

"Buzz!" A sharp bang.

Zheng Yichen was forced to swing his knife and hit each other's wrench, and the blade cracked, and it was half a cut short all of a sudden.

This time it was even more dangerous, he could no longer use the knife to protect his whole body, and he had all his spirits and had a move.

"Whew!" Sparks fly.

The back of the knife hit the sharp edge of the dagger, blocking Haonan's killing move to the chest.

Before Zheng Yichen could catch his breath, two iron rods swept through two straight and fierce trajectories from top to bottom, slamming into his head!

He was sideways, the iron rod was only two or three centimeters from the tip of his nose, and the wind that blew from the stick made his nose itch a little.

Haonan's dagger was like a snake spitting out a letter, lurking silently, Rao is Zheng Yichen's flash was fast, and there was still a slender scar on his left shoulder.

When the gangsters saw Zheng Yichen hanging the color, they cheered, the onlookers applauded, and the people who participated in the battle also worked harder, dancing the weapons in their hands.

Zheng Yichen flew up with a kick, Haonan was kicked away like a defeated grass, and before he could retract his foot, the iron rod struck again, knocking on his leg bone, making a heavy muffled sound!

It hurts to the bone!

Zheng Yichen's face was distorted, he couldn't help but staggered back, half-squatting on the ground, and as soon as he looked up, he saw a wrench with a whistling wind hitting his head!

At this moment, a thick palm suddenly poked out, like a goshawk and a rabbit, grasping the arm of the person holding the wrench.

The owner of the palm of his hand strained slightly, and the thug screamed in pain, let go of his palm, and the wrench fell to the ground.

Zheng Yichen saw the appearance of the person who came to the rescue, he was surprised and happy, and blurted out: "It's you!" ”