Zhu Chun, who has always been triumphant, felt a little unacceptable for such an unexpected change for a while:

Why, that weak chicken that has been moaning under his feet still has a time when he flies and hurts people?!

Look at the posture of the weak chicken's arms outstretched, it seems that there is still the vicious posture of strangling himself?!

Grinning, Zhu Chun smiled silently, punched hard, and then swung out viciously.

Feng Tao, who fought with all his strength and made a last fight, only felt that his chest was like hitting a hideous boulder, and he was smashed hard and sullenly.

At the same time as the sharp pain between the chest and lungs, Feng Tao's mouth gushed out a large amount of salty blood foam at the same time.

While opening his mouth wide and squirting out all the blood gushing out, Feng Tao's hands finally firmly pinched the thin neck.

While using his strength to squeeze desperately, Feng Tao didn't do anything, he simply lowered his head and bit the wide shoulder that was shaking in his blurred vision.

You can't pinch it, it's good to bite it!

Zhu Chun, who was sprayed with blood all over his face, suddenly had a sluggishness that he had never felt before:

In other words, his neck was pinched by a pair of iron hands and he couldn't breathe, and a pair of eyes were actually completely covered by the blood on his face spurted out by Feng Tao, and he couldn't see anything in front of him for the time being!

While in a hurry, Zhu Chun suddenly realized that his shoulder was firmly bitten by a pair of iron teeth!

The sharp teeth quickly bit through his skin and poked into the muscles deeply.

The intense pain suddenly aroused Zhu Chun's usual manic state.

Stretched out his hand and wiped his face vigorously, and after desperately opening his eyes, Zhu Chun raised his hand and struck another blow at the blood-stained body that was entangled!

In this blow, Zhu Chun used nearly ten percent of his strength, and in his personal estimates, if nothing else, the strength of this punch was definitely enough to harvest Feng Tao's already quite weak life.

It's a pity that this punch still couldn't be smashed in the end.

As a senior martial arts practitioner, Zhu Chun obviously felt that there was a sharp cool thing, and at this moment, it was firmly on top of his heart.

"Retract your broken fist." A lazy soft voice whispered softly in his ear: "Otherwise, I absolutely dare to guarantee that you will definitely die before he dies." ”

Zhu Chun's body stiffened in anger, probably because he cherished his life more after all, he still slowly retracted the big fist that was ready to be smashed out.

The two thick hands on the neck were also slightly loosened, Feng Tao's head swayed, and there was a shocking ruthlessness on his bloody face. The corners of his mouth were still hanging obliquely with a large piece of flesh and skin, which came from the flesh and blood of the evil star Zhu Chun, who could not be easily provoked.

Supporting Feng Tao's crumbling body, the short blade in Xiao Yu's hand still pointed straight at Zhu Chun's heart:

"Since my friend has already admitted defeat, Brother Zhu seems to have no reason to kill him. You seem to be missing a good explanation for him. ”