This is a road in Kowloon with many lanes.

Winning the illness has seen the right time and decided to stop.

In the process of drifting, the winner has relied on the overall reflex speed of the hands and feet, as well as the understanding of the angle of the corner and the follow-up of the side wall, one more foot of throttle, one less foot of brake, and then follow up the constantly adjusted steering!

The drift of winning the disease is undoubtedly very handsome, the whole silver-gray car turned into a silver-gray light, constantly rotating, looking down in the sky, when the car floated on the road, like a fierce monster, in the dance steps, dancing.

The bikers behind him who were forbidden to chase were unable to brake, and several cars slammed into the wall and fell in chaos at the turns, but more cars still clenched easily.

As he stopped, the sound of the engine intensified in his rearview mirror, followed by a swift figure that seemed to carry the force of the debris on the road to roll up a great storm, towards his car, volleying over the entire body!

Buzz! The incessant beeping sound, intercepting the retreat of the entire car, was surrounded!

But this is exactly what Ying Sick Ji wants, looking at the bikers wearing helmets and holding weapons in their hands, Ying Sick Ji unbuckled his seat belt and said, "Girl, you sit quietly here."

"It's sick, don't go." Zhao Yazhi was extremely worried, and grabbed his arm worriedly.

Win the illness has no doubt to speak, and his eyes are firm to her and say to her: "Trust me, you will be fine if you close the car door, and I will take care of the rest!."

At this time, Zhao Yazhi couldn't do anything, so she had to listen to Ying Sick's words, and chose to hide in the car and wait for her man to return.

It's late at night. Although the stars in the sky were still shining, the lights were hazy, and tonight seemed destined to be sleepless. Hearing this violent movement, the surrounding residents wisely chose to lock their doors and windows and wait quietly for the arrival of the police.

After getting out of the car, Ying Yi took out a white Senhan machete from the dark layer under the seat, the blade was as thin as spring ice, but the murderous aura was as thick as a thousand years of snow.

Win the illness has taken a few steps forward, keeping the battlefield away from Zhao Yazhi, and not pulling the distance too far away to be unable to rescue in time.

The murderous ghost calls Kirk. Wearing a helmet and a machete in his hand, he screamed, and a sharp sound sounded in front of the alley.

Win the disease and do not change your face.

I didn't expect this group of people to have this method, and he was very familiar with this kind of repeater fire.

Win the sick has stretched out his right hand slightly, instantly showed the knife, and calmly swung and slashed the crossbow arrows that attacked him from all directions, and the crossbow arrows were swept away like the fierce rain dripping from the sky, sweeping on the wall or the ground, and before he had time to breathe, the second wave of crossbow arrows swarmed again.

Win the illness and chopped down dozens of crossbow arrows, panting slightly, and scolded with disdain: "This little trick can't hurt me, do you dare to come up and fight!?" ”

The crossbow arrows finally disappeared, and more than a dozen people on both sides of the alley cut off Ying Zhiji's retreat in an orderly manner, and stared at Ying Zhiji with cold eyes, as if they wanted to melt him into a strong murderous aura. Ying Zhiji frowned slightly, these people's eyes were like cold lightning, staring at him fiercely, and the weaker ones were replaced, only being eroded by their eyes was enough to be frightened, and their fighting spirit was lost.

Win the illness has sneered, these years of ups and downs, especially after thousands of immersive tests of cats and bears, millions of people have faced dreams, why worry about this little battle?

Standing with a horizontal sword, Ying Zhiji has been standing there quietly, quietly looking at them, his eyes have never moved for a moment, but his eyes have absolutely no expression, but his whole person has made people feel that he has changed, and it seems to have become like the war knife in his hand, and it also emits a dazzling light like rainbow lightning. hummed disdainfully: "Little man, come and come, the north wind blows the war drums, fight who is afraid of whom!" ”

"Kid looking for death!" Unable to stand his arrogance, four pieces of knives came back and forth. (To be continued......)