Autumn day, afternoon, the sun is good, no wind

It would have been a pretty good afternoon, but I still managed to get more than twenty people to fight with them. I don't care if you call me young and frivolous or if I say I'm Shabi I'm sorry, Made! I'm Shabi!

Twenty people can't complete a perfect combination without professional combo training, which leaves me with an opportunity. It was too late, and the first person who rushed up had already smelled my chickens and dogs, and I could even see what his lunch was at noon, and I was terrified when I heard the war cry! Fight, fight, what do you shout? Do you know about civilized brawls? Do you know a harmonious society? In these years, even underground power giants can be young entrepreneurs, and we have to pay attention to elegance when fighting in groups!

Of course, they can't hear the complaints in my heart, and I can only see the tricks in desperation. The first grandson who came up had obvious intentions, trying to settle the fight with a punch, and the target of his fist was my left cheek. In order not to disfigure, I can only dodge, I have practiced kung fu can not waste this opportunity to open the empty door, only to see my left hand knock, his fist deviated from the target, the strong inertia and gravitational potential energy made him not stop immediately, he can only pass me in a very graceful posture, my left hand did not immediately retract, but drew a strange arc in the air to bring his arm up, while revealing his squeaky socket.

As we all know, the armpit is one of the several major death points of the human body, even if I practice the iron cloth shirt, I dare not let a master hit my armpit casually - this Nima is a death hole! Adhering to the principle that the dead friend does not die the poor way, I punched him in the armpit, and after hearing a heart-rending howl, the grandson lay on the ground and did not move—not dead! If I wanted to kill him, I wouldn't have to be so troublesome, if I just locked his throat and crushed his throat cartilage, he would die very completely, and there was no room for rescue.

The start was quite smooth.,I got a blood in less than ten seconds.,I can only say that the first brother who rushed up was here to sell cute.,His biggest contribution is that his battle cry makes my ears hurt.

The first person was knocked down by me, and the second person also rushed up, but the kid was a little fast, or maybe he wanted to run to my back and copy me, but I didn't give him a chance, his right hand turned into a fist, and a palm knife cut the back of the unlucky child's neck - Dabao Buckle (double kill)!

The third person who rushed up was still a little disciplined, at least he wasn't as rampage as the first two stunned blues, he trotted over and over - his posture was very lewd, but it was exceptionally safe, he shrunk the soft flesh of his body very well inside, and he looked like a veteran of group fights - he knew how to protect himself.

Of course, it is undoubtedly tragic for a veteran to meet a bulldozer like me, most of his energy is focused on self-preservation, so the aggression is not very great, I kicked him away with a flying foot of the electric cannon, and then the kid never stood up again, I didn't add any ingenuity to this kick, really kicked! The best outcome for this unlucky child is to break two ribs, and the worst outcome is a broken neck column, no sensation from the head down, and the rest of his life will be wasted!

There's no way, I also want to add some ingenuity to knock him down, but his self-protection is really good, it's a textbook hooligan self-preservation, and the only way to take him down with one blow is to break the trick with force! So the facts prove to us once again: stunned young people sometimes live longer than old fritters!

The rest of the people were stunned when they saw me coming up and killed me three times. So I slowed down the pace of the charge and began to play around with me in a circle. However, these little ones are still too tender, and they just roam the perimeter, looking for an opportunity to sneak attack. I'm a headache if they rush up, but when they hesitate I have a big chance of winning – especially since they spread out and give me every chance to break down.

Have you ever seen a martial arts movie? The current situation is very similar to the scene of Bruce Lee being surrounded by a bunch of mud bombardment warriors, if you give me a nunchuck, we can shoot "Jingwu Heroes" again!

Just because they didn't come up didn't mean I didn't go up, I grabbed a young man's arm with a charge, and kicked him about two centimeters on the side of his knee, and he suddenly lost his combat effectiveness, lying on the ground covering his legs and wailing - yes, I kicked him numb! If this doesn't fall again, there will be no heavenly reason!

Martial arts are not so mysterious, to put it bluntly, they are a kind of fighting art - what is the ultimate purpose of martial arts? Bring down the enemy! Whether you're gouging out your eyes, locking your throat, or kicking your toes, as long as you can be invincible, then you're a martial arts master - although you may be despised by some people, they will also praise your methods while despising you.

History, written by the victors, Ping Ye said well: black cats and white cats, the one who can catch mice is a good cat, although this sentence was misinterpreted by black-hearted businessmen and became their motto to hold money by any means necessary, but Ping Ye's original intention is still correct - at least it is practical in the martial arts circle: whether it is Tai Chi Wudang or Bagua Xingyi, as long as the boxing method that can knock the enemy down is a good boxing method!

A fourth victim also appeared, and the atmosphere of the enemy became more and more intense. They also saw that standing opposite them was a gangster senior with superior force value and extremely rich experience in street fighting, and there was absolutely no chance for him to go forward, and at this time, he was also knocked down when he retreated, and he was also knocked down when he advanced, and they were in a dilemma.

The young man who was spit out by Hangzi commanded: "Stuffy stick! Above! As he spoke, he squeezed his eyes, and the tall, thin man named Stuffy Stick showed a clear expression, and his face showed a righteous and awe-inspiring expression of unyielding loyalty, and he put his hand in his pocket and began a suicidal charge.

"I'll fight with you!" The thin and tall man ran and shouted at the same time, as if he was a heroic national hero, and I suddenly felt like a great enemy, what is the situation? His steps are vain, he has never practiced light exercises at a glance, and his breath is even hachi and gasping, and it doesn't look like he has practiced internal skills, could it be that he has an earth detonator wrapped around his waist and intends to die with me?

I've really seen this kind of madman, when I led people to sweep Liuping County, a little minion of a local gang played this game with me. None of us expected that a minion who bowed his head would go crazy and pounce on us, and when we kicked him over, there was crazy pleasure in his eyes, and then the detonator went off! That one reimbursed my four warriors! One of the generals would have been fine, but he sacrificed himself to protect me as a meat shield.

I was seriously injured at the time, and Nalan Akemi was furious and killed the gang from top to bottom. When I was well I was silent for three days, and the first order I gave violated the rules of the rivers and lakes - the old father and mother, wife and daughter who played with the grandson who blew themselves up were all kindly spared, and let them go to reunite with their closest son, husband, and most beloved father!

So this tall and thin man aroused my bad memories, but it's useless to run at this time, so let's do it! No, open the top of the iron cloth shirt!

The tall, lanky man grabbed a handful of white powdery objects from his pocket and slammed them into my eyes—do you know why these two chapters always emphasize that there is no wind? Because if there was no wind, there would be no beautiful scene of the white powder being blown away by a gust of wind, and I slaughtered more than 20 of them in a fit of rage. The reality is, I got it

I have been fighting geese for many years, but I was blinded by the geese. Sure enough, those who drowned were all water-savvy, and those caught by the Internet police were all old drivers!

There is still a chapter at six o'clock, the May Day holiday, Lao Yang Sanchang! Brothers, recommend it, reward it!