Burst! Ye Fei felt a sharp pain in his back, gritted his teeth and picked up his wooden leg and turned around and swept over, a bastard holding a steel pipe covered his face and fell to the ground with a scream, but more bastards rushed forward with a shout, his fists were invincible with four hands, and he had to lie down if he couldn't rush to the staircase like this, and a thought flashed in his mind, by the way, if you play your hand speed to the extreme, isn't it equivalent to a few more hands? This may be a way to recoup the disadvantage.

Thinking of this, Ye Fei picked up the wooden leg in his hand and smashed over a bastard who rushed to the front, bent down and grabbed two steel pipes from the ground, and swept out with one in each hand.

Huhu - the steel pipe in Ye Fei's hand is about to reach a terrifying Cheng dù, his eyes can't catch the trajectory of the steel pipe movement at all, in the eyes of outsiders, there seem to be several circles of brilliance swaying and flickering around him, and the bastards who rushed forward didn't even have time to raise the guys in their hands, and they covered their heads and faces one by one and fell down in pain, at this time he was like a humanoid harvester, and the bastards were like ripe ears of wheat, ploughed by the harvester and fell down piece by piece......

The bastards are all fathers and mothers, and no one dared to get close to Ye Fei when they saw that their companions had suffered a big loss, and a few smart guys shouted a few times in their hands, and when they saw the humanoid harvester coming forward, they quickly retreated, so as not to be knocked out of the skin.

Ye Fei waved the steel pipe and rushed into the door, the whole person was already in a state of mechanical movement, the blood of the bastards was splashed on him, and he was very uncomfortable with the stickiness all over his body.

Smack! Ye Fei held a bent steel pipe on his shoulders in each hand, and looked coldly at the sparse bastards opposite, this group of guys shouted, but none of them dared to rush forward again, quite a kind of heroism that could not be opened.

Not far away, Zhan Yong and Yang Sen fought fiercely, Wu Bo was not lightly injured, his head was covered with blood, and he was carrying an elbow steel pipe in his hand to fight with a few strong bastards, he was already defending more and attacking less, and it was only a matter of time before he lay down.

Ye Fei temporarily shocked the bastards who rushed forward with a round of subversive fast attacks, there was suffering in his heart, his two hands hurt as if they were broken, if a few more bold bastards rushed up, there was no other way but to turn around and go upstairs, but he chose to stand at the door, he could bluff for a while.

Originally, Zhan Yong's kung fu was slightly better than Yang Sen, but his desire to win was too earnest, and he was quite conceited, fighting back and forth for 100 rounds without winning or losing, although Yang Sen was in adversity, his mind was not chaotic at all, and he was both offensive and defensive.

Zhan Yong's hand did not relax, the corner of his eye inadvertently glanced at the door of the building, and the scene he saw almost made him angry, dozens of subordinates waved and shouted around the door of the building, but no one dared to throw their arms and rush forward, it was really a group of waste who ate dry rice.

"Damn, you raised this bunch of waste in vain, don't care about the surname Wu, go over and rush upstairs with that group of waste, there are more than a dozen people outside who also called Lao Tzu in, who is soft-footed Lao Tzu went back and chopped him up."

Zhan had the courage to scold in a hurry, and beckoned several of his right-hand men who were fighting with Wu Bo to organize an attack, and he had to get things done tonight no matter what.

"Brothers, chop up these miscellaneous pieces for Lao Tzu!" A loud shout suddenly sounded at the gate of the courtyard, and then rushed in a large group of grimaceous people holding wide machetes, bright machetes with silicone grimace masks, and it made people's hearts furious when they looked at it.

The leading ghost-faced swordsman rushed behind Zhan Yong with an arrow step, and slashed at his back, the knife flashed like cold lightning, killing him violently, startling him to jump back to avoid the blade, but unexpectedly met an iron fist......

Yang Sen didn't expect Zhan Yong to rush up to catch his fist, and stabbed his arm forward with a little more force, it was shameful not to take advantage of it, and this punch secretly went with all his strength.

Boom! Zhan Yong took a solid punch, and his sternum made a cracking sound and sank half an inch, this punch Yang Sen used dark energy, although it would not kill on the spot, it was enough to hurt the muscles and bones.

Zhan Yong snorted, covered his chest and took two steps back, a snowy machete rested on his shoulder, the blade was cold and close to his skin, and a layer of fine goosebumps appeared on the skin of his neck.

The ghost-faced swordsmen who followed behind were like a group of evil spirits from hell, and when they saw the unmasked people rushing forward, there was a burst of knives, and the swords were bloody, but they avoided the key points, and these ghost-faced people were all experts in slashing people.

"If you don't want to die, squat down obediently with your head in your hands!" The leading ghost-faced knife hand put the machete on Zhan Yong's shoulder, and a loud shout was like spring thunder, and the sound was extremely clear into every ear in the courtyard, and the subordinates brought by Zhan Yong saw that the boss was arrested and had no confidence to fight again, so he put down the guy in his hand and squatted down obediently with his head in his hand, and a few slightly slower movements were rushed up by the ghost-faced knife hand and slashed to the ground.

The appearance of the ghost-faced knife hand instantly reversed the situation, and the people brought by Zhan Yong didn't even have a chance to slip away, one by one squatting on the ground and looking at the snowy blade, their eyes were full of fear, for fear that these guys would be unhappy and swing a knife to cut their eyelids or something.

Ye Fei was still standing in front of the door of the building, he couldn't be sure what the origin of this group of ghost-faced swordsmen was, the best way now was to wait and see.

The leading ghost-faced knifeman took out two plastic buckles from his pockets, twisted Zhan Yong's hands behind his back, and other ghost-faced knifemen also took out the buckles and buckled all the men brought by Zhan Yong, which shows that this group of people came prepared, but they didn't know whether they were friends or foes.

Zhan Yong turned his head to look at the ghost-faced knife hand, his eyes seemed to be about to erupt fire, and he said coldly: "If you are a friend on the ground, you'd better let us go, otherwise no matter who you are, the surname Zhan will have a way to dig you out......"

The ghost-faced knife hand flew up and kicked in the crook of Zhan Yong's knee, kicked the thing to his knees, reversed the back of the knife and slapped him twice on the cheek, and slapped the cruel words he said halfway back into his stomach along with the two broken teeth, and shot quickly and ruthlessly, without the slightest hesitation.

Yang Sen, who was standing on the side, couldn't help but raise his hand and touch his cheek, he was also confused, and secretly guessed in his heart what the origin of this group of mysterious ghost-faced people was?

The leading ghost-faced man lifted the machete and shook off his stride and walked straight to the small building, looked at Ye Fei, who was covered in blood, and said in a low voice: "Ye Shao, I didn't expect you to be a desperate San Lang, I finally got a chance to repay the favor, this time I paid back half of it, and there was still half left for Wu Di to return by himself." ”

"Fortunately, you came in time, if it's a little late, I'm afraid I won't be able to hold on." Ye Fei grinned, wanted to laugh but couldn't, the blood beads hanging on his hair ticked down, and small irregular flowers bloomed on the ground.