Chapter Forty-Six: The Battle Again

Zhao Heng jumped high, picked it up with one kick, flew out of the stage like a cannonball, and smashed it in front of Brother Feihu, and fainted after a few wails, at this time Zhao Heng was already covered in blood, hideous and terrifying, but most of it was the blood of the opponent, although he had several scars on his body, but there was no major problem. net

Zhao Heng was still standing, and there were more than 70 people around the stage.

Brother Feihu and One-Eyed Biao were shocked and didn't even speak, their palms were sweaty, and the woman in black also rubbed her eyes, as if no one could believe that the guy with the fork was so stormy, and the two of them, who were originally full of confidence, suddenly felt a chill, and for the first time felt that a hundred brothers might not be able to stop Zhao Heng.

"Come again!"

Zhao Heng licked the blood on the machete, his expression was shy, and then he burst out the words that made people collapse at the Qing Gang, he stood on the high stage with his head held high, and held the machete high, and let out a long roar from his mouth, and the sound rolled down from the stage, the sound was like a stone, and the whole bar was shocked.

His gaze was full of provocation and contempt, and even the air was felt in the blood, and he hurriedly dodged and rushed to the rest of the place, I don't know why, after a fierce kill, Zhao Heng did not feel tired, on the contrary, he felt that his state had reached a good state that he had never felt before, and he could have another round.

The trembling contained in the body is no longer intense, but a long stream of water gushes out and spreads throughout the body, making his strength flow like a spring, fighting like a whetstone of Uncle Feng, making Zhao Heng become sharper and sharper, and at this moment, Zhao Heng feels that he has dissolved into this heaven and earth, forgetting himself.

Five swordsmen are here!

Feihu clenched his fists and roared: "Kill him!" ”

Five indifferent men jumped onto the stage at the same time, neatly aligned, and the figures appeared around Zhao Heng like ghosts, holding blades and being silent, all of them were solemn, and they were clearly the choice of masters, they looked at Zhao Heng with eyes like staring at a beast waiting to be slaughtered, playful and disdainful.

Yes, in their eyes, Zhao Heng at this time was no different from a dying beast, although Zhao Heng's spirit was still excited, but they knew that Zhao Heng was fighting to the death with more than seventy opponents, and the physical and energy consumption could be imagined. ()

"Son, 、、、 on the road"

Don't wait for the man in front of him to talk nonsense, Zhao Heng slashed out with a knife, leaving no spare strength, for the fight with the outnumbered, Zhao Heng had encountered many times in Uncle Feng's wolf training, so he has a lot of experience in this area, and the direction of this knife is where the two bodies of the enemy overlap.

The blind spot that is most unfavorable for joint attacks.

The words have not been fully reported, Zhao Heng's knife has been slashed like a mountain, the man was shocked when he saw this, swallowed the words, and hurriedly raised the short knife to meet the attack, with a loud sound of gold and iron, the man staggered back, the tiger's mouth was bleeding, and the autumn leaves in his right hand shook non-stop: "You, shameless,"

The man couldn't hold on to the three words, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and the whole person was as soft as a snakeskin bag on the ground, not only the flying tigers in the distance trembled, but even the four swordsmen on the stage were nervous, but they didn't expect Zhao Heng to stun his companions with a knife, and the original contemptuous attitude at the moment tightened slightly.

"Kill!"

The first two people were the fastest, the one on the left used a black military spur, conjuring up more than ten dazzling knives, stabbing at Zhao Heng on the third road, and the other person used a long knife, and suddenly rolled to the ground, the knife light flashed, continuous staggering, the tip of the knife pointed at Zhao Heng's hamstring veins, and the two attacked up and down.

Zhao Heng waved the blood-stained war knife, gushing out of Sensen's murderous aura, he didn't even pause for a moment before he met it, a knife slashed out, the long knife stretched out, and it seemed to casually hit the tip of the military stab, so that the person who stabbed the military immediately felt that something was wrong.

He has retained his strength, so that he will be shaken away by Zhao Heng, just take advantage of the situation to get out of the way, and the two brothers behind can form a surge to attack, this method is one of the formations they use to deal with masters, but the current military thorn has not been shaken away, on the contrary, Zhao Heng's strength has changed.

The military stab pressed over vigorously, which made the swordsman who was originally about to retreat lean forward, just like Fei'e fighting a fire, involuntarily, when he was wrong, Zhao Heng's elbow hit his chest hard, bang! The knife hand spurted out a mouthful of blood and fell out, and the crack of the chest guard was clearly heard, and then fell to the ground.

It hurt, it was his last memory before he fainted.

At the same time, Zhao Heng's foot was stepping on the middle knife body of the other opponent, fixing the long knife like a nail, in order to avoid Zhao Heng's kick from a high place, the body of the knife hand on the ground not only rolled around, but the long knife changed its position more than ten times in a row, but in the end it was still stepped on by Zhao Heng.

"Dang!"

The long knife was broken into two under Zhao Heng's force, and then his toes were provoked, and he hit the man's chest without hindrance, and blood arrows spurted out of that person's mouth, and the two people who followed behind obviously did not expect that the two strong companions would be solved by Zhao Heng in an instant, and Zhao Heng's killing made them dignified.

Zhao Heng let out a happy long laugh, and the laughter was like a cold snort of God in everyone's ears.

In the end, the two of them pressed the fear in their hearts, raised their long knives and leaned towards Zhao Heng on the left and right sides, one with the left foot and the other with the right foot, as if there was a transparent silk thread between the steps, full of harmony, the machete in their hands trembled slightly, conveying the intention of striking with all their might.

Zhao Heng didn't stand there anymore waiting for them to attack, he stretched out his machete diagonally to meet him.

His steps on the floor were heavy and powerful, as if he was playing an agitated drumbeat, and the air seemed to have become stagnant, filled with a strong sense of war, and the arc pulled out from the corners of his mouth made Zhao Heng, who was covered in blood, like an irresistible dragon with teeth and claws under the light, which made people can't stop palpitating.

Zhao Heng seems to have such a peculiar ability in the sky, that is, as long as he is willing, his every move will naturally become the center of the meeting of eyes, and the more everyone's eyes set off his brilliance like the stars supporting the moon, there will also be a feeling of stinging eyes, which is exactly the case at this moment.

The woman in black bit her lips slightly, although she had been in the rivers and lakes for many years, she had to Zhao Heng to make her eyes shine.

If the previous intelligence showed her a fierce Zhao Heng, which gave her and her master a little more interest in understanding and subduing, then now Zhao Heng announced to her with strength and courage that this is a treasure knife that will break out sooner or later, and it is a knife that is difficult for both her and her master to control.

"Kill! Kill him!! ”

The two knife hands let out a cracked roar, Zhao Heng's face was still that kind of indifferent look, but he did not hesitate in the slightest, and soon, the bodies of the three of them touched together, and the machete in Zhao Heng's hand with countless notches stabbed through the shoulder socket of one person, and blood burst out instantly.

The tip of the knife penetrated out from the broad back shoulder again, the long blade had turned jujube red, and the blood flowed down the tip of the knife like a stream, when the enemy on the left side screamed, Zhao Heng had already grabbed the wrist of the knife hand on the right, folded, snatched the long knife and swept it, and another stream of blood floated out, staining his whole body red.

The two fell down with a bang, seriously injured and no longer able to fight.

"Up, up, don't come here."

Zhao Heng slowly walked up to a member of the Qing Gang who was half-kneeling on the ground, snap! trampled him on the carpet like an ant, and then slowly walked towards the ugly-faced Flying Tiger Brother and One-Eyed Biao, the latter scolded the rest of the people to continue to rush forward, while moving his steps and retreating, and at the same time issued a warning to Zhao Heng: "Stop!" ”

Zhao Heng ignored them, and the remaining ten or so gangsters rushed forward first, but seeing Zhao Heng's unrivaled momentum, they retreated back in unison, they knew very well in their hearts that they were fighting with their lives in vain, this Zhao Heng was simply a devil、......、 it was too terrifying.

The war knife that Zhao Heng snatched over was like a shuttle breaking the waves, where it passed, the waves disappeared, and the blood mist rose into the air, and in a blink of an eye, Zhao Heng passed through seven or eight people, and the members of the Qing Gang were lying on the ground, the blood flowing from their bodies was dripping into the carpet, and there was no longer any combat effectiveness, Zhao Heng sneered:

"Continue,"

The remnants of the Qing Gang collapsed with a broken face.

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