"It's better to die than to be free!"

"Made, fight with these white-skinned ghosts!" The crowd roared in response.

At the moment when a group of white people rushed towards Wang Ningyuan, the yellow people of Chinese descent also stood up and stumbled into the white trend.

They looked like madness, hideous and determined, as if they had rekindled their faith.

None of them are stupid, Wang Ning showed his might from afar, and threw more than a dozen people out with a gesture, but he was unscathed, and they all saw this scene.

This almost god-like performance shocked them at the same time, but it was like grasping the last straw.

Revolt! Following the man to resist, this was their only chance to save themselves.

"Bastard, die." Several ethnic Chinese joined forces to pounce on a white man, punching, kicking, and even biting him.

"Fake." The whites cursed loudly, their full attention was originally on Wang Ningyuan, but they didn't expect that there would be a disturber behind them, and the guys who were originally like lambs who were beaten and scolded dared to resist, and they were caught off guard, and many whites were hurriedly knocked to the ground.

"Quick, come and help us." The few white men who were besieged were bewildered and begged for help from their accomplices.

"Shit, shit!" Some whites turned around and rushed to help.

However, at this time, I saw a flash of figure, and Wang Ningyuan had already entered the crowd like a tiger descending from the mountain.

"Bang!" A white man was punched in the face and fell to the ground in a daze.

"Ahh It was another white man, he didn't even look at the afterimage, and his stomach hurt sharply, and the man flew out.

"Oh, no!" The frightened white man's eyes widened, and he had no power to resist, and was choked by Wang Ningyuan's neck, shook twice, and fainted.

In Wang Ningyuan's hands, his strong physique was no better than that of fish and shrimp, just like the yellow people who were oppressed in his hands before.

Wang Ningyuan's movements were as smooth as water, and he hardly encountered any decent resistance, thanks to the resistance of those yellow people who were stimulated with enthusiasm, and the flowers on all sides messed up the white people's positions, leaving them at a loss and in a dilemma.

Otherwise, he would have had a headache for a while if he was really surrounded by dozens of people.

"Fuck off." Witnessing the inexplicable collapse of several white people in front of him, his nerves could not keep up with the ghostly figure at all, and a white man screamed hysterically, holding the sharp weapon in his hand, and stabbed forward without looking.

"Smack!" But this sharp weapon did not bring him any results, a large hand firmly grasped his wrist, and before his pupils could dilate, he felt that the whole person was flying.

No, it was lifted.

"White-skinned ghosts, go back to your mother's chrysanthemum!" Wang Ningyuan laughed loudly, lifted a white man, and directly pushed it against the crowd behind him, exerting force with his arm.

"Get up for me!"

Then, the scene that shocked the eyeballs appeared, only to see a relatively thin yellow man, standing up to a group of tall white people, this group of white people, at least ten units, staggered backwards under the action of an incomparable huge force, staggered back and forth.

"Humph, rubbish!" Jefferson's face turned cold, and a few arrows came behind the group of broken white people, his arms stretched, like a large peng spreading its wings, resisting the other side, and Wang Ningyuan's forward momentum suddenly stopped.

"Ahh The white people in the middle were squeezed into a pile, and the huge force between Wang Ningyuan and Jefferson took the ** of more than a dozen whites crowded together as the battlefield and launched a competition.

"Drink!" Although he already attached great importance to it in his heart, Jefferson found that he still underestimated the strength of the yellow man, he exerted his strength several times, the green tendons on his arms burst out, and the surface of his body also appeared cloudy, but the pile of people still did not move, only the white man in the middle could not bear the huge force, let out a painful moan.

"It's all used to fight with you, is it still useless? Sure enough, it is a powerful warrior in the East. Jefferson's eyes became more and more solemn, he had once obtained a Dou Qi cultivation technique by chance, but he lacked the corresponding method of using it—that is, the so-called Dou Qi Technique.

However, even so, it made him invincible, except for a few guns sent by the special squad sent by the state violence agency to walk into the prison, in a simple ** competition, he really wasn't afraid of anyone.

Jefferson was exerting his strength, and Wang Ningyuan, on the other side, looked at it quietly, and he found that the prison guards began to appear outside the iron railing.

"Fight quickly, and hide it!"

This is almost no need to think about it, Wang Ningyuan took a deep breath, and a strong spiritual power rose in the dantian.

"Up, kill him!" When the two were fighting, some white people who had slipped through the net suddenly felt that they had found a good opportunity, they glanced at each other, and rushed up boldly, wanting to attack Wang Ningyuan.

However, how could Wang Ningyuan let them get their wish.

"Smack!" His foot slammed into a cloud of dust.

"Whoa!" Wang Ningyuan puffed out his muscles like a lion, and his arms exerted force, like a tank attacking, and every step was a faint circle of footprints and cracks.

"Hmm!" Jefferson's face changed, and he only felt that there was a huge force in the air, which could not be matched.

Beads of sweat came out, and after a few breaths, he couldn't catch it in one breath, and finally let go and retreated several steps.

"Ahh The white people, caught in the middle, were finally liberated and staggered.

"Smack!" Messy footsteps.

At this time, the group of white people who just wanted to take advantage of the chaos to sneak attack Wang Ningyuan also rushed in front of them, and before they could rejoice that the trick had succeeded, they saw Wang Ningyuan cast a cold gaze on themselves.

Yes? Boss Jefferson also failed? This guy is stronger than Boss Jefferson?

They don't even dare to move, as if they are prey being targeted by a lion in the wild.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

It took almost no effort for Wang Ningyuan to knock down these empty whites with three punches and two kicks, and the inside was already exhausted.

The so-called generals' courage, in their eyes, is tantamount to a god, and Jefferson, who can pick a group of people, has fallen into disadvantage, and their fighting spirit has been lost as early as this moment.

"Fake." Jefferson cursed angrily, his face feverish, the humiliation made his anger even stronger, and he flipped his wrist and shot out like an arrow from the iron rod he had been holding in his hand.

The moment it pierced the air, it brought out a sharp whistling sound.

"I'll meet you for a while!" Jefferson followed closely and pounced towards Wang Ningyuan, with a strong wind between his movements, which showed his ferocity.

"Dang!" Wang Ningyuan raised his wrist and slapped his palm in the air, making a sound like the resonance of gold and iron, and a black shadow that shot straight towards him changed direction and shot into the ground, splashing a few pieces of debris.

The black shadow was an iron rod, and its tail was still vibrating under the action of the remaining force, making a low hum.