Under one foot, Qian Xiaopang flew out upside down and slammed into the ground, and he couldn't get up for half a day, this time he really couldn't stand up.

Zhou Xing put his hand behind his back and looked at Qian Xiaopang who fell to the ground like a high head, "Stand up." ”

Zhou Xing's kick exerted eighty percent of his strength, Qian Xiaopang only felt that his sternum seemed to have been kicked and broken by him, and he lay on the ground in pain, covering his chest, and kept wailing.

As for Zhou Xing asking him to stand up, forget it, this kick can be regarded as completely kicking Qian Xiaopang out of temper, he is not so stupid, stand up and continue to find a beating, alas, don't you have a good time with Brother Zhou for a while, and then continue to run.

Qian Xiaopang was instigated

But if he coaxed it, it doesn't mean that Zhou Xing will let him go, in fact, Zhou Xing has already made up his mind to teach Qian Xiaopang a good lesson today, and he has to give him all the cheap problems on this guy.

Seeing that Qian Xiaopang was lying on the ground and couldn't get up, Zhou Xing walked over step by step and came to Qian Xiaopang, Qian Xiaopang was just about to beg for mercy, but was unexpectedly dragged up by Zhou Xing.

"Bang!" didn't give Qian Xiaopang any chance to beg for mercy, and Zhou Xing punched Qian Xiaopang in the face.

After this punch, Qian Xiaopang flew out again, and the warm blood stayed down the corners of his mouth and nose, and Qian Xiaopang didn't even have time to scream.

Zhou Xing still didn't stay, even though Qian Xiaopang was now dizzy from being beaten by him, he still walked in front of him again and dragged Qian Xiaopang, who was already unconscious.

"Bang!" smashed it with another hard punch, and Qian Xiaopang's eyes suddenly sunken in, "Smack!" The heavy kick was lifted again, imprinted on Qian Xiaopang's chest.

"Poof!"

In the sudden sound of blood spurting, Qian Xiaopang flew out again and smashed at the feet of the onlookers of the Han army.

Blood drew an extremely beautiful parabola in mid-air.

"Do you want to continue?"

Looking at Qian Xiaopang, who was lying on the ground and had been beaten by him with a bloody face, Zhou Xing felt that it was almost there, so he said coldly.

"If you know what you're mistaken, get up now, put on your armor, and keep running, if you can't finish running, you won't have to sleep"

Zhou Xing's words suddenly stopped, because in his sight, he saw the fat face mixed with dirt and blood, and it was slowly raised, and the pair of small eyes looking at him were also full of hatred and killing intent at this moment.

"I'm going to kill you!"

was continuously beaten by Zhou Xing, and the flame of anger in Qian Xiaopang's heart burned again, and the implied stubbornness in his personality finally awakened under Zhou Xing's two heavy punches and one heavy leg.

Qian Xiaopang got up from the ground tremblingly, his fat face covered with blood was raised high, looking at the cold Zhou Xing in front of him, Qian Xiaopang weakly raised his right fist and rushed over like him in a faltering step.

"Lao Tzu wants your life!"

Zhou Xing just looked at Qian Xiaopang, who seemed to be rushing by himself, and didn't move, after a while, when Qian Xiaopang rushed in front of him, Zhou Xing grabbed Qian Xiaopang's yellow hair, and raised his right fist high.

"Bang bang!"

Three heavy punches in succession hung down on Qian Xiaopang's face without reservation.

After punching these three punches, Zhou Xing threw Qian Xiaopang, who seemed to be unconscious, to the ground like garbage.

"Boom." Qian Xiaopang's fat body slammed into the ground, and his fat face became even more bloody and terrifying against the backdrop of blood, and now he seems to have been completely knocked unconscious.

The onlookers of the Han army looked at Qian Xiaopang who was unconscious, and couldn't bear to shout: "Old Zhou, you are a little too ruthless." ”

Zhou Xing snorted disapprovingly, "This is what you should do with this kind of person," but after speaking, Zhou Xing sighed imperceptibly.

"Chief Wang, help me find the military medical officer." As he spoke, Zhou Xing raised his leg and left, going to find a military doctor to treat Qian Xiaopang's injuries, but his left leg had just been raised, "Smack." A pair of big chubby hands suddenly grabbed his thighs.

Qian Xiaopang, who was lying on the ground, opened his eyes with difficulty, raised his fat face full of blood, and a mouthful of blood flowed out of the corners of his mouth at the beginning of his mouth, but that's it, but that's it! Qian Xiaopang still said that sentence.

"I'll let you go."

A touch of disbelief emerged from the depths of Zhou Xing's pupils, did he still not admit defeat?

Standing among the onlookers of the Han army, Li Tian, the Zhonglang general who had been watching all this indifferently, with the help of the light of the torch, smiled after seeing Qian Xiaopang's expression at the moment, and his eyes also showed a look of nostalgia.

It's like.

Qian Xiaopang, whose face was covered with blood, gritted his teeth and got up from the ground little by little, Zhou Xing had already instinctively taken two steps back, and finally, it took more than ten seconds for Qian Xiaopang to stand in front of Zhou Xing again, his arms were weakly hanging on his sides, and his waist was also arched, because he didn't have the extra strength to lift up, and the yellow hair was messily distributed between his eyebrows and eyes.

Qian Xiaopang shook his head, and his head was raised slightly, revealing a pair of eyes that were still full of ferocity and madness even now, Qian Xiaopang had gone crazy.

Thick blood dripped down the corners of his mouth, his fat face was almost deformed, Qian Xiaopang spit out a mouthful of bloody saliva, but found that his two back molars were also knocked out, and this also caused blood to continue to overflow from his mouth, and in a blink of an eye, Qian Xiaopang's feet were covered with his own blood.

But this ignorant rich second generation, but this dead fat man who has achieved nothing, under Zhou Xing's heavy punches, finally found his few advantages, and will never admit defeat, even if he has been beaten full of blood, but he just wants to stand, he doesn't want to lose, because he has lost too many times.

Under Zhou Xing's harshest education, Qian Xiaopang had a sentence in his heart.

This time, he didn't want to fall.

This time, he didn't want to be a ridiculous loser.

Qian Xiaopang's left arm was raised slightly, and he waved it weakly and weakly at Zhou Xing, but his eyes were still so fierce.

"Go on."

During the time that Qian Xiaopang stood up, Zhou Xing had been looking at him, and now, seeing Qian Xiaopang standing up again, and even provoking himself, Zhou Xing hesitated, but this time was only one second.

The next second, he moved.

With a lightning-fast leg stroke, Qian Xiaopang flew out again, and his head lying on the ground was tilted and unconscious.

But just when Zhou Xing thought that he would not stand up this time, Qian Xiaopang's voice sounded in his ears again.

"Don't go, Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu is not dead"

Don't go, Lao Tzu will never lose this time.

Qian Xiaopang, who was covered in dust and had a bloody face, took a full three minutes to get up from the ground again this time.

Hunched over his fat body, holding his knees with both hands, Qian Xiaopang gasped, his eyes gradually blurred, he waved his hand to Zhou Xing again, but the pair of pupils hidden under the yellow hair were still as fierce and scary as before.

"Come, come, continue."

Zhou Xing was silent.

Five seconds later.

"Poof."

Qian Xiaopang was once again beaten out by Zhou Xing, his face was almost distorted, and his eyes were still fierce, even crazy.

Ten minutes later.

"Are you so special, are you going to tickle Lao Tzu again?"

"Bang, bang!"

The two punches once again smashed into Qian Xiaopang's bloody face, Zhou Xing still didn't stop, he dragged Qian Xiaopang's head, and the knee of his left leg slammed into the fat chest.

"Bang!" Under the extremely powerful knee blow, Qian Xiaopang's eyes glared out, and his wide open mouth continued to overflow with blood.

"Ahh

After stiffly holding up Zhou Xing's two heavy punches and a knee blow, Qian Xiaopang hugged Zhou Xing and slipped on the ground a little bit.

"Smack." There was a soft sound from his neck, Qian Xiaopang's head finally lowered, and Zhou Xing breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this, and it was finally over.

To be honest, Zhou Xing felt fortunate after seeing Qian Xiaopang bow his head, don't look at him very ruthlessly, but he can't fight anymore, because the punch just now is ** torture for Qian Xiaopang, and for Zhou Xing, it is mental torture.

Zhou Xing is going crazy when he is tortured, this dead fat man, why does this dead fat man refuse to give in, he is not a stubborn person at all.

Zhou Xing won't know this answer, and never will, because Qian Xiaopang, because the two words that appear most in the life of this dead fat man who was beaten very badly by him may be failure.

For Qian Xiaopang, he doesn't want to lose like this anymore, he doesn't want to look at the raging eyes of those bystanders anymore, and he can't afford to lose

Speaking of which, Qian Xiaopang really should be grateful to Zhou Xing, if it weren't for Zhou Xing's heavy punches, Qian Xiaopang really couldn't become so stubborn, so unwilling to give up, unwilling to fail.

It's really uncomfortable to fall.

Seeing that Qian Xiaopang was completely unconscious, Zhou Xing breathed a sigh of relief, but when he looked up at the Han soldiers who were watching beside him, Zhou Xing couldn't help but tremble, in front of his eyes, two thousand big Han soldiers gathered together, looking at Qian Xiaopang kneeling at his feet with deep eyes, in the eyes of those people, Zhou Xing seemed to see admiration.

Thinking of the word admiration, Zhou Xing was stunned, and then a wry smile crossed the corner of his mouth, to be honest, he admires Qian Xiaopang now.

"Don't look at it, come and help."

Zhou Xing called out to those big Han soldiers.

Suddenly, there was a cacophony among the soldiers.

"Lao Zhou, you are a little excessive, looking at his age, at most he is a seventeen or eighteen-year-old child, are you so ruthless?"

"That's it, look at what you hit him."

Zhou Xing waved his hand again and again, "Okay, okay, it's my mistake, hurry up and carry him back to the camp tent and find a military doctor to treat his injuries." ”

Four Han soldiers standing in the front row walked out, intending to help Zhou Xing carry Qian Xiaopang back to the camp and find a military doctor for treatment.

But at this time, kneeling at Zhou Xing's feet, the flesh-and-blood figure suddenly moved.

The left hand, which was infected with blood, raised its fingertips slightly, and grabbed the sand under him, and soon a handful of sand appeared in his left hand.

And his right hand, which was also dripping with blood, also slowly grabbed the corner of Zhou Xing's armor at this time.

That terrifying voice echoed in Zhou Xing's ears again.

"It's not over, hehe, why don't we continue."

Qian Xiaopang raised his head, even though his mouth had been crooked, he could still see that he was laughing, but his eyes were red and swollen, and he could only barely show a small slit.

But everyone knows that his eyes must still be as fierce as before.