The footsteps stopped slightly, and there were only a few steps left, and the ghost called Kirk, and with a clatter, he couldn't stand it any longer, dropped the machete in his hand, looked at Ying Sick, and shouted:

"If you have something to say slowly, brother, let go of my brother this time, and I will definitely repay you well when I turn around!"

Ghost calls are really only ghost calls. Ying Zhiji shook his head and smiled silently, and with a chuckle, he continued to take unhurried steps.

The ghost called Kirk to meet the smiling gaze of the sick man, and the originally sharp tongue immediately stopped, but instead laughed with a face, smiling and waiting for his hair.

Liu Changhua was stimulated by Ying Zhiji's words, and his self-esteem that had been distorted made made him furious, and he finally couldn't hold it back a few steps away from Ying Zhiji, and the machete that originally wanted to kill him with his own hands finally came in handy, and he slashed directly at Ying Zhiji's face.

Win Sick's expression is light, it's okay to deal with so many fierce old boys just now, if he is injured by this kind of second nerd, I'm afraid that those buddies lying down will not be blind, and they will jump up and scold the corpse.

"It's too slow." Win Sick Ji calmly twisted his pace, avoiding Liu Changhua's attack, and then, suddenly, with an arrow step, he instantly arrived less than half a foot in front of the opponent, and Win Sick Ji's own explosive power was strong and terrifying, and at this moment, he struck with all his strength, making his speed like a meteor in the sky.

Liu Changhua and the ghost who was not a few steps away from him called Kirk before they could see what was going on, and Ying Sick was close to him.

Yes! Liu Changhua gasped, and it was too late to realize that something was wrong at this time.

Winning the disease has been shot like electricity, and it is slammed upward.

With a punch without any fancy skills, Ying Sick directly hit Liu Changhua in the abdomen.

"Ahh

Screaming again, just now in exclamation, this time in pain.

Liu Changhua only felt that his abdomen hurt, and his fist hit his abdomen like a drill, and the huge pain suddenly overwhelmed the entire sensory nerves. There was a tumult in the belly. It seemed that something full of fishy smell had reached the throat, and with a muffled snort, his eyes burst out, and he almost fainted.

Hit the opponent's lower abdomen, ten percent of the speed, and then use three percent of the force, the force of this punch is close to a hundred catties, and he only listens to the sound of 'bang', Liu Changhua's body was beaten back a few steps, and he was busy supporting the ground with a machete, but his face was pale but he did not fall.

He held a knife in one hand and wiped his chin with the back of his finger. said lightly: "This punch is from my woman." ”

Without waiting for him to recover, he won the illness and made another straight punch, still hitting him in the lower abdomen, and the two punches were in the same place.

Liu Changhua's small body, which had not been subjected to beating, finally couldn't bear it, his legs were weak, and he also knelt on the ground, kneeling in front of him!

Win Sick Ji continued to say lightly: "This punch is still my woman's." ”

The blood in his chest surged up rapidly, and Liu Changhua gritted his teeth so that he didn't spit out the blood, but his nostrils were already bleeding, and now he was beaten with two punches all over the ground looking for teeth, underestimating himself and overestimating himself.

But for him, the pain of the body is nothing, this humiliation is like the torture of the bones! Liu Changhua spat bloody spit fiercely, stared at Ying Sick with his eyes, and scolded weakly: "Little bastard, you are looking for death, you dare to do this to me, our family will not let you go!" ”

These two heavy punches caused incalculable damage to He Changhua, his internal organs were hit hard, and his consciousness began to blur, and he was confused and held the ground with both hands, so as not to fall to the ground and gasp like a dead dog, but despite this, as he breathed, blood continued to flow out from his mouth and nose, dyeing the clothes on his chest red.

The cry was like the hysteria of a trapped beast dying and struggling. (To be continued......)