Chapter 80 is like a rainbow

The momentum is like a rainbow, and the air is stagnant!

Liu Zhaoyi, who was hiding in the corner for breakfast, was slightly surprised: Zhao Heng's strength was beyond his imagination. ()

The man with the scar roared, "Kill him!" ”

Dozens of people roared, rushing towards Zhao Heng like wolves.

Zhao Heng took a step back and approached the wall, and at the same time turned his fist into a hand knife, and the fierceness and violence that burst out of this sudden, as well as the breath of death that burst out of his eyes, actually made those killers who thought they were dead soldiers feel a chill for no reason, and the pace under their feet subconsciously stagnated.

In this stagnant gap, Zhao Heng instantly rushed into the crowd, slashing left and right with his hand knife like lightning, the four people in front of him screamed in unison, their bodies fell in circles, and the bloody aura instantly spread, and their jaws were accurately hit by Zhao Heng, and more than a dozen teeth fell.

"Come!"

Zhao Heng stepped on the ground and retreated with his teeth, calmly advancing and retreating without hindrance.

The scuffle has begun!

Zhao Heng didn't open up and close this group of prisoners like he did with the Qing Gang, because he had already discovered that killers with different temperaments were quietly blending in, obviously trying to use this melee to kill himself, so he used the tables and chairs in the canteen to dodge and attack, trying not to let himself fall into the other party's encirclement.

Otherwise, the consequences are strict.

At this moment, the prison guards were already blocked by the prisoners, waving batons but helpless, and then the door was also closed and blocked by tables and chairs, and six monitors were smashed, and the prison guards who wanted to enter could not rush in, so they could only rush the gate outside, and called riot police.

The unrelated prisoners who wanted to escape couldn't get out, so they could only hide in the corner and watch the battle tremblingly, they knew very well in their hearts that the people who fought in groups and killed red-eyed people were completely irrational, so they all held their heads and showed that they were making soy sauce, and only Changkong held a bowl of porridge and drank it slowly.

For him, the battle in front of him is the best accompaniment.

"Boy, die!"

A middle-aged man swung his fist and smashed at Zhao Heng, the latter reached out and grabbed his head, slammed it on the table, the latter suddenly splashed out a stream of blood, and then Zhao Heng threw him into the crowd behind, the terrifying power instantly smashed over four or five people, and the corners of the scarred man's mouth jumped and roared:

"Bloodletting!"

More than a dozen prisoners flashed sharpened toothbrushes to attack, and then rushed towards Zhao Heng from the left and right and even from the table.

"Bang!"

Zhao Heng lifted a long rice spoon with one foot and pulled it out at the two prisoners who jumped from the table, the two of them suddenly fell to the ground angrily like birds with broken wings, and one of them fainted directly with his head on the chair, Zhao Heng didn't even look at them, brandished the rice spoon and continued to shoot the bow.

It's very straightforward to put down the three of them.

Then he broke out of the encirclement of the prisoners like a swimming fish, his body was against the wall and shuttled quickly among the tables and chairs, the rice spoon was slamming, and there must be blood splattered everywhere he passed, Zhao Heng shot very hard, he knew that the group beating could only be fast and accurate, otherwise he would be injured under the chaotic fist.

A person rushed out, clenched the toothbrush in his hand, and stabbed at Zhao Heng's back.

The sharp tip more than an inch long drew a brilliant cold light