As if hearing the dead fat man's words in the dark, Zhang Liuliang also twitched the corners of his mouth, and raised a big middle finger at the camera on the wall.

It's time to show off.

Zhang Liuliang stood on tiptoe again, he held a knife in his left hand and replaced it with a knife in his right hand, and then he quickly bowed into his body, and after the fast fight of Wing Chun Fist was quickly closed with his left hand to complete the attack of ten hands, but in exchange for several punches from the corner of his eye, and even his chest was firmly kicked by dozens of people.

Zhang Liuliang's clothes were already able to wring out sweat, but the more he fought, he vaguely felt that there would be stronger opponents waiting for him.

Because it is impossible for the disappeared Duan Lantian to only send these thugs to complete the big scene of cheating in the urn, the good play is always left at the end, just like the big play is usually sung by the final protagonist, and the good hand generally likes to appear at the last moment to complete the life of the person he wants.

However, in the current matter, Zhang Liuliang is not just waiting for this good player to appear, but to solve the pile of guys in front of him who have not been dealt with.

Because there are only him and Ling Qing left among the sports students on Jing Ran's side, that is, their physical fitness is excellent, otherwise they would have been beaten and kicked and beaten by the bare hands of physical exhaustion.

Jing Ran and Ling Qing had blood on their fists, and they didn't know whose blood it was, anyway, their noses were broken, and they didn't know how many punches they had received in their chests, and even one of Ling Qing's arms had been dislocated, but they were still holding on.

The two of them bite with their teeth when they are weak, and they hit their heads when their feet are entangled, anyway, as long as they are not wasted, they can work hard, and the bloody man is indeed admirable, but in the end they still have to fall, because they have no foundation in kung fu, that is, they rely on the brute force of the body and the brute strength of the body for a long time to support the present in this battle that belongs to the siege war.

However, it was just support, and a few minutes later they also fell, but fortunately, there was no danger to their lives, and Jing Ran and Ling Qing passed out.

The team of more than 30 people has been wiped out by Zhang Liuliang, and there is no one in the encirclement who continues to besiege, that is, the number of people in an encirclement, at most ten people, but it is already ten people who have not consumed strength for a long time.

They may be in order to wipe out Zhang Liuliang under the last encirclement, or they may have waited for a long time to get on the line, but no matter what, Zhang Liuliang always has to face it, even if every joint in his body hurts terribly, he still has to persevere.

Because he can't fall here, once he falls, what awaits him will be more torture, and even Zuo Erniu and the others who came to rescue him have to make a lot of effort to find him, how could Duan Lantian not surround himself to a 'fishing' with himself as a big bargaining chip.

Isn't Duan Lantian waiting for such an opportunity? He is bound to leave himself here, and use himself as a bigger chip to win the first victory in this business war that has not yet begun.

Zhang Liuliang pulled the button of the collar of the shirt, took off the clothes on the outside of the shirt that could be wrung out of sweat, and flicked his big hand, but found that his arm was cut out of a bloody wound by something, and then ripped off a piece of the shirt and clothes, and after bandaging it, Zhang Liuliang shouted at the top of his voice: "Is it okay to let Lao Tzu breathe a sigh of relief?" ”

It's just that this shouting made these people besieging Zhang Liuliang look at each other.

They had never participated in such a battle, and it was not so much that more than thirty people were besieging one person, but that they were being killed by one person here.

What is the value of this guy's force? Could it be that the strength of his body is not exhausted, could it be that the golden knife in his hand is an artifact, and it is attached to the breath of a god, and it is poured into the young man in front of him in a mode of pouring divine power?

But they can't be merciful to the guy they've begun to favor, because all they want is to get rid of the guy in front of them here.

Zhang Liuliang didn't get time to rest, and the ten people surrounding him just glanced at each other and then gathered collectively to attack Zhang Liuliang again.

Zhang Liuda shouted, raised his hand and waved his fist, the golden knife in his hand this time he exerted the power of the knife, one hand in front, the other hand held the knife, pulled and stroked, pulled close to the knife, and then kicked out, the first guy to bear the brunt of the chigh covered his thigh and screamed.

The feeling of the knife not entering the flesh, Zhang Liuliang has experienced it more than once, it is a feeling of a cold weapon sinking into the skin and suddenly pulling open the bed sheet fabric, the sound is brittle but mixed with a fishy smell, because blood is fishy!

Zhang Liu's back was attacked, but he smashed his fist into a person's eye socket by himself, and then he was attacked in the back by a person.

The feeling of being pushed back vigorously by a force is like the feeling of pushing back on a large slope in a car with more horsepower, but unfortunately this feeling of pushing back is painful.

It's the feeling of almost being out of breath all of a sudden, like being blindfolded by someone and punching a few times but being powerless to fight back.

Zhang Liuliang was pushed forward by this force for several meters, but he immediately saw a huge fist rushing towards the door in front of him.

Zhang Liuliang couldn't dodge, this fist smashed directly on the door in front of him, after the head buzzed, the feeling of tinnitus immediately spread to the brain, Zhang Liuliang, who had stars in front of him, shook off his sweat violently, gritted his teeth with a smile on the corner of his mouth and returned his fist.

This blow directly knocked the guy who hit the fist head-on and fell on his back.

Zhang Liuliang stopped his steps in time, kicked out with a high whip leg, and kicked a guy who was ready to sneak attack next to him, and after the knife was used again, he gorgeously pulled his body closer, and the knife swirled behind the ankles of several people in a rotating rhythm, Zhang Liuliang closed the knife and fought.

This time, half of the ten people on the opposite side fell, and only four people remained.

However, Zhang Liuliang was shocked by the look of fear on his face, he had seen someone who could fight, but he had never seen someone who could fight like this guy in front of him.

They looked at each other, but they didn't dare to get closer, for fear that the golden knife would be inserted into their ankles or chest in the next second.

Zhang Liu's head hurt, and although the stars in front of him were a little less, he felt that his body was about to fall apart.

This kind of battle that consumes physical strength has never been the same as those martial arts masters in ancient martial arts dramas who can raise their qi and nourish their qi, just pull out any dantian luck or have the Jiuyang True Scripture in the body and you can recover with full blood in an instant, which is a fucking little bit of strength to recover slowly.

Zhang Liuliang had a feeling of wanting to sleep, the feeling of sleeping until the Northern and Southern Dynasties, and sleeping heavily.