Is this an era that requires martial arts?

There may be no answer, because those who know the answer have become a pile of bones, a handful of ashes, which is not the sadness of this era.

Zhao Kuang unscrewed the wine jug in a mess, the aroma of wine overflowed, and he drank it all, feeling a hot and spicy thing flowing down the stream, and his mouth was astringent, but he called out a good word. Others thought he was crazy, and Zhao Kuangran also felt so at this moment. But it was only a second later, and the thug closest to Zhao Kuangran was thrown out directly.

Alcohol took root in Zhao Kuangran's body, as if something rushed straight into Zhao Kuangran's mind, there was the shout of Qinglong Village, the choked voice of Yi Firefly, and the smiling face of Zhao Kuangran's disgust, he needed to release these unbearable memories, fortunately, the opponent was in front of his eyes.

At this moment, the air seemed to be still, and it was torn apart by Zhao Kuangchao in an instant, this catty of liquor completely stimulated Zhao Kuangchao's fighting spirit, what is the most terrifying thing in a battlefield, it is a warlike soldier who will not fall.

The reason why Liu Aoyang is reluctant to teach drunk three hands lies in this, anyone can drink wine, but it does not mean that anyone can resist the side effects of this catty of medicinal wine, and even can't control his own sanity, and even die in battle, even he himself may forget.

Zhao Kuang, who was crazy, resisted the stuffy stick and the steel knife, and he didn't know how many fists he had eaten, only the red dog's gradually panicked face in his eyes.

"Red Dog!" Zhao Kuang screamed, this voice seemed to pull all the people in the way to hell, when Zhao Kuangran rushed towards the red dog again, there was already a way vacated, no one wanted to approach this Zhao Kuangchao with a hideous face, who had already lost his humanity.

The red dog was afraid, the red-eyed Zhao Kuangran rushed up directly, the red dog twisted and slapped the whip leg directly to the chest of Zhao Kuangran, a strange thing happened, Zhao Kuangran just took a few steps back, and rushed up again, with no effect at all.

Everyone seemed to stop what they were doing, watching Zhao Kuangchao charge and be knocked down again and again, they didn't suspect that the red dog was losing, thinking that the red dog had panicked, it was the first time he felt that he was so close to death, as long as he didn't block the rushing Zhao Kuangchao once, this Zhao Kuangchao would dare to tear off his head.

"Thankfully, it's not an enemy." Wang Lung sighed, the so-called huge China, there are endless side doors, who dares to say that you can see through this river and lake at a glance? At least Wang Lung believes in those unscientific soil methods, and he has seen them many times with his own eyes, and he also has planted this heel, so he does not doubt the moisture of Zhao Kuang's catty of wine.

"Obediently, this is the point where a pound has come to this point, when Liu Scissors drank three catties of wine and slaughtered half a hundred people, is it true?" Gong San'er wiped his cold sweat, and suddenly a butterfly knife cut the left side of Gong San'er's face, the green hair didn't know when the sneak attack, fortunately, Gong San'er turned his face sideways, otherwise this young master really can't see the sun tomorrow.

"Little rabbit, play with knives in front of the master." Gong San'er said angrily, he knew that although the butterfly knife looked fancy, but the people who could play it were still quite lethal, at least the master had suffered the loss of the butterfly knife, and he didn't underestimate this bastard who was dressed in fluorescent green, and the black cloth dagger in his hand turned around a few times and rushed straight up.

It still hasn't stopped, Wang Lung also walked with the yellow hair, but the worst thing is the three Hokkien people, who are already completely at the end of the crossbow, or when Chang Rin didn't make a move, even so, no one doubts that these three ruthless characters can't kill a few more who are not afraid of death.

The battle situation seems to have changed because of this pound of wine, nearly half of this group of gangsters belong to the station to see the world, but the world, when you really see it, there will be almost two feelings, the first is to find your own insignificance, and the second is to find that this so-called world is not as beautiful as you imagined.

There are ** people lying on the ground, there are also more people who have fallen, and the rest of the people are also on the verge of mental collapse, no matter how uninhibited and rebellious, they are just a group of children in their twenties.

I don't know if it's because of the lack of support, Wang Lung's movements have slowed down significantly, and the punching man is no better, he was hit by Wang Lung twice, and he felt like his stomach was scattered. Finally, Wang Lung appeared in a gap, and the fist stabbing man stabbed it with an overjoyed punch, and if it was implemented now, the outcome would be clear.

Just a few centimeters away from Wang Lung, the fist of the stabbing man stopped, not that the stabbing man didn't want to fight, but that the pincer-like hand clamped him like this, unable to move forward, and also unable to pull back.

"These three-legged cat things, really think they are invincible in the world?" Wang Lung's pronunciation was extraordinarily heavy, and the last sound of bone cracking, and then the fist stabbing man shouted, this hand is estimated to be useless, kicking away the fist stabbing man, no one dares to approach the straight and majestic Wang Lung at this station anymore.

At the same time, Gong San'er put away the black cloth dagger stained with a trace of blood, and the butterfly knife fell to the ground, and the sound of metal colliding with the ground was good, but after a while, the green hair was heard holding his lost right hand and howling.

Gong San'er touched his right shoulder, grinning in pain, there was a long cut by the butterfly knife, so deep that it was explicit, Gong San'er walked towards the sixth master and the hemp girl step by step, and there were even few gangsters who dared to stop these killing gods.

Ma Nu Xia Chunjuan was vomiting, looking at this scene was still too shocking for her, Gong San'er cut the rope that tied the Ma Maiden, and Ma Nu ran directly to the back of the wooden box on the side, and it was estimated that she vomited again. The sixth master just raised his head and drove Gong San'er, who was holding a dagger, with a trace of gratitude in his eyes, and even more indescribable.

"Sixth master, I said at the beginning, hand over Zhao Kuangchao, you did something wrong, is that sentence?" Gong San'er took out Hongta Mountain, lit one for himself, and took a deep breath, letting the smoke fill his lungs for a long time.

The sixth master shook his head, he never dreamed that there would be such a conversation.

"Do you know why we risked our lives to save you?" Gong San'er smoked like a starving ghost, and there was a picture of slashing and slashing behind him, which was a little incompatible with this young master, but Gong San'er could do it here.

The sixth master still shook his head.

"It's all because you have a good girl, and you did something sorry for her in the first place, so some things, even if they are not profitable, have to be done, you know? We are different from you, different in our bones. Gong San'er said very slowly, almost to the point of word by word.

The sixth master lowered his head, facing this little master, he didn't feel much ashamed, maybe it could be said that his life was given by these people in front of him, although it was still unknown.

"I don't want to say too much, as long as you make a promise, if your daughter is nervous to marry someone one day, and that someone is Zhao Kuangchao and dares to marry, you can't stop it, even if Zhao Kuangchao doesn't do it at that time, I dare to take your life." After Gong San'er finished speaking lightly, he flicked the cigarette butt out and loosened the rope that tied the sixth master, although the sixth master did not express his position, but this young master knew that this sixth master, he had no choice.

"Chang Rin, you don't want to make a move, do you want to watch me get killed?" The red dog was punched a few times by Zhao Kuang, and shouted with blood flowing from the corners of his mouth.

The red dog is desperate, because Chang Rin took people away, maybe the victory and defeat are really clear, this red dog in the eleven evils is really at the end of the road.

As soon as Chang Rin left, there were only two of the three Hokkien people left, standing precariously, but the door was already open, and those red dog men who had no fighting spirit rushed out one by one, maybe they could still live like a normal person when they left here, and they could not do with the things that should be desperate and still need to look up to others.

In the huge factory, there are only a few people left who can stand up, Gong San'er, Wang Long, Zhang Meng, who is half-dead and leans against the wall and does not fall, two Hokkien people and Zhao Kuangchao and Red Dog.

"It's time for a break." Gong San'er muttered, looking at the corpses in this place or the people who were about to turn into corpses, knowing that this matter was completely overwhelmed, but as long as they could control everyone's mouths, plus a Pan Wangye, plus no witnesses, this group of scum forgotten by society would disappear forever.

Wang Lung had already started to make a phone call, and it was Pan Wang Ye who was calling, and hung up the phone after just saying a few words.

"Spare me." The red dog cried bitterly, and slowly took a few steps back, only to find that it was a wall, a wall blocking his way from life.

"If I spare you, who can spare me?" Zhao Kuang walked forward silently, and with a fierce punch, it landed directly on the chest of the unsuspecting red dog, and the red dog slowly fell, his eyes were dead, and just when Zhao Kuang was about to make a dead move, he was stopped by Gong San'er. Directly inserted the black cloth dagger into the neck of the red dog who wanted to say something.

"You'd better kill fewer people, it's not good for the future, plus it's this guy again, maybe they will dare to pester you in the future." Gong San'er smiled bitterly, but Zhao Kuangran fell expressionlessly.

"It's all gone." Gong San'er muttered softly and helped up Zhao Kuangchao, who was like a dead corpse.