Hong Shi pulled Wei Zheng and was about to leave, when suddenly more than ten big men came at them with machetes.

"Hey!" Hong Shi saw that the shape was not good, suddenly turned around, and glared at the more than a dozen white-clothed men in Wanmatang: "What are you still doing in a daze, hurry up and fight!" ”

A dozen men in white, who were panicked, immediately picked up the weapons that had been placed on the bridge in advance from behind. The world is unpredictable, and the two sides, who were allies at once, are now enemies facing each other with swords and putting each other to death. And Wei Zheng and Wan Ma Tang, who were still enemies just now, inadvertently became "allies" to fight the enemy together. Wei Zheng pulled Hong Shi back more than ten steps, put down Hong Shi, and then flew forward, and when he reached the center of the bridge, he kicked up, and a red gun on the bridge deck shook and plunged into the enemy group.

His primary goal is to help the unkind.

His eyes were like fire, his whole body was full of murderous energy, looking at the vicious gang of Wuren Gang, his mind came up with the bloody case of Weijiazhuang that day.

People often say that karma is retribution, but why didn't the bodhisattvas who saw cause and effect apply retribution to this gang of evil people?

Since even the bodhisattvas don't want to take care of karma, then their retribution will be given to them by I, Weizheng!

The body is already like a meteor, inserting into the enemy group.

The people of the three major gangsters never dreamed that this child, in the face of strength, would not hide but advance. Take the initiative to attack them.

But before they could make an ideological response, the first few unkind gang men had already been swept through by Wei Zheng's gun.

A shot pierced through the body, Wei Zheng quickly pulled it out, and then lightningly attacked his enemy next to it.

The shot is extremely ruthless, extremely fast, and kills with one shot.

The more than ten unkind gangsters who rushed out at the beginning saw that four people had been killed by Wei Zheng, and they all retreated and looked at this ruthless young man with a gun.

"If I had a sword instead of a gun, you wouldn't have survived for the rest of your life!"

Wei Zheng coldly swept the less than ten Wuren gangs in front of him, and said coldly.

The Wuren gang was swept away by his cold and incomparable cold eyes, and they couldn't help but feel numb all over their bodies, and they began to be a little afraid of this young man.

More than 200 people in three groups were shocked. It took four lives as soon as he made a move, which is already a big deal, not to mention such a teenager who is only half their height.

And the goshawk, who was watching the battle later, originally wanted to send more than a dozen Wuren Gang experts to attack first and get off to a good start, but he didn't expect that four of these dozen people were folded in Wei Zheng's hands in less than half a minute, and he suddenly felt disgraced, but as the hall master of the Wuren Gang, he couldn't deal with a child with a big bully in front of the other two leading brothers.

So he could only angrily shout angrily at the less than ten big men around Wei Zheng: "What are you still doing there like a log, hurry up and chop this kid for me!" ”

**The man heard the boss's angry voice, and knew that he had lost face in front of the other two gangs, and then saw that Wei Zheng was such a child, carrying a gun the same size as his height, and the fear of Wei Zheng in his heart suddenly disappeared invisibly, and he shouted loudly and slashed at Wei Zheng.

Wei was expressionless, although he was good at using swords, and he had never used weapons such as guns, but he knew that the key to a gun was to stab, pick, and sweep!

**The man is armed with a broadsword and takes the left and right flanking attacks from his sides.

Because they were afraid of the gun in Wei Zheng's hand, they were afraid that it would suddenly stab out and pierce their bodies.

Wei Zheng snorted coldly, of course he knew the enemy's intentions, and when he was about to get a few meters away from him, he saw that he suddenly plunged his gun into the ground, but he abandoned the gun and rushed forward.

His target was a sea of more than 200 people in front of him.

If he is not a first-level master who can easily deal with many opponents who are pressed by the black, then he is a madman.

This is undoubtedly self-defeating.

The three gangs of people were still looking forward to how the big man of the Wuren Gang would use the mountain knife in his hand to split Wei Zheng into meat sauce, but unexpectedly, Wei was like a loose page number, rushing towards them.

"How is it possible, is this kid dying?"

Everyone looked at Wei Zheng with a cry of surprise, they didn't pay attention to this child at all, because in their own camp, there were so many people, even if one person spit out a mouthful of phlegm, they could drown this outlaw boy.

The first team was the team brought by the monks of the White Tiger Battalion, who were armed with swords, axes, and iron rods. Sending out a hehe sneer, the three major gangs are all in a state of discord between faces and hearts.

They are secretly proud in their hearts: I can't imagine your butt of the Wuren Gang, let us White Tiger Camp come to wipe it for you!

The monk took the lead in the front of the group, his bald head, hideous face, shirtless upper body, showing horizontal muscles, holding a thick brass stick, which at a glance knew that this stick weighed dozens of kilograms.

Seeing Wei Zheng rushing towards him, he sneered in his heart: Just let you, a lifeless boy, bloom in my stick haha.

Closer, only three meters away from the monk.

The monk took the lead in making a move, preemptively!

A stick slammed into Wei Zheng's head quickly and fiercely.

Wei Zheng sneered, and the momentum of his eyes shot at the monk's eyes, the monk's heart moved, and he couldn't help but feel furious in his heart, he had never seen such a cold gaze in his life!

A stick pressed on the top, Wei Zheng's body jumped into the air, and suddenly flew above the monk's head.

A palm reached out, from top to bottom, grabbed his copper stick, used the copper stick as a support point, and his body reincarnated, and went around behind the monk.

Yes!

The monk's heart was suddenly shocked, he never dreamed that Wei Zheng's body would be so fast and agile.

Wei Zheng, who was already behind the monk, burst out with his palms, and a Taiji-shaped pattern qi surrounded his palms, and his palms directly hit the monk who was exposed behind his back!

The monk's back door was hit by a strong blow to the body, the copper rod flew out of his hand, and his body was blasted into the sky, and then he fell heavily into the West Lake by the bridge.

Preemptively, one blow succeeded.

More than 200 big men no longer dared to underestimate Wei Zheng, and they were all excited.

"Everyone! Hack this little monster! ”

Wei Zheng took the monk's brass stick in one hand, took a posture, and drove the enemies coming from all sides. The indifferent face was moved, and he said coldly: "If your skills are not as good as others, you will say that they are monsters, so what are you yourself?" ”

In order to regain face, the Wuren Gang rushed to the forefront.

"Humph! Dogs fight against human power, and those who will only kill the weak are not qualified to live in this world! It's okay to go together, let me Wei Zheng kill today, and ask for justice for the more than 100 unjust souls of my Weijiazhuang who died under your unkind help! ”

Wei Zheng's words at night are more than usual.

But maybe he was too excited.

A kind of heartfelt excitement that can wash away the powerful hatred that he has squeezed into his heart for many days.

He needed catharsis, so he chose to use this brass stick weighing dozens of kilograms as a weapon, and he wanted to make the enemy's snow stain the red and white broken bridge.

With a stick in the lead, he rushed into the crowd.

The copper stick was in the crowd, rushing left and rushing, Wei Zheng unfolded Wudang's fast body, and the stick danced fast!

What's even more rare is that although his speed is fast, the power of the stick is indeed undiminished, and he can use such a super fast and fierce stick at a young age, which is indeed unique!

For a time, the three gangs of many big men seemed to have become playthings in Wei Zheng's hands, and they were defeated by him alone.

The more he fought, the more courageous he became, although his body was inevitably slashed and scratched by swords and clubs, but it did not reduce his momentum of killing the enemy in the slightest. His eyes turned fierce red, like a yaksha ghost released from hell, and the opponents who came into contact with him felt furious in their hearts when they saw his murderous aura, and they wanted to run away on the spot.

The iron bucket-like formation that originally surrounded Wei Zheng is now gradually loosening, but the screams are still in my ears. The spectators couldn't help but tremble.

Hong Shi stood in the middle of the broken bridge, patted the yellow-haired man who led the team in Wanmatang, and said, "You have to protect me well, otherwise, my entourage will solve them later, and seeing that you didn't protect me well, maybe even you will be killed!" ”

If these words were said just now, they would definitely be ridiculed by these more than ten men, but now that Hong Shi said it, they immediately did not dare to slack off, and surrounded Hong Shi with iron guns in their hands.

Wei Zheng was undistracted, and the more he killed, the more courageous he became, and more and more opponents fell in front of him.

Suddenly, there was a long howl behind him, Wei Zheng turned around in surprise, raised his stick to block, only to see a pair of fists, slammed on the copper stick, Wei Zheng felt a tightness in his chest, a stream of blood rushed straight up from his heart, and he couldn't help but take a step back.

"Good boy! It's really a talent from all over the country! A white shadow jumped from far to near, and Wei Zheng fixed his eyes and saw a big man in animal skin leaping over the head and falling in front of everyone. But seeing the whole body wrapped in animal skin, coupled with its fierce appearance, it looked like an upright beast.

"The master of the White Tiger Camp, the white-eyed tiger, it's been a long time!"

As soon as the beast-clothed man settled down, a loud voice came again.

I saw a black shadow fall on the broken bridge where Hong Shi was.

Hong Shi shouted happily: "Uncle Yuenu! ”

Looking at the man standing on the broken bridge, dressed in black, standing on the bridge with a lofty spirit, he first nodded at Wei Zheng, with a look of surprise in his eyes, and then turned around and bowed to the more than ten Wanmatang men who surrounded Hong Shi and said, "You have to protect my young lady!" ”

"Haha! Brother Yuenu, it's been a long time! The beast-clothed man smiled heartily at the moon slave.

Yue Nu obviously recognized the other party, and also smiled politely at him, and said, "What kind of wind invited the White-eyed Tiger Gang Leader!" ”

With a pair of fists, the white-eyed tiger forced Wei Zheng back in the fierce battle, and the tragic battle stopped instantly, and the three gangs finally breathed a sigh of relief in their hearts, Wei Zheng was no different from the evil god in their eyes. Therefore, as soon as Wei Zheng stopped, they didn't dare to provoke this evil star anymore.

Wei Zheng used the stick as a support point, gasping for breath urgently, and the punch of the white-eyed tiger really made him suffer a big loss.

Seeing Wei Zheng's appearance, Yue Nu understood seven or eight points in his heart, smiled more than ten meters away from the white-eyed tiger, and said: "The white camp master is really good Yaxing, on the edge of this beautiful West Lake, and this little brother is learning martial arts!" ”