Chased from outside the hospital.

Zhang Feng looked at the figure of Liang Chu and the others in the distance, and walked against the nearby hawker stalls.

It was about half past five in the afternoon, and the autumn sky was already a little dark.

Along the way, they took a few quick steps and looked behind them twice.

didn't notice Zhang Feng, and continued to walk forward.

In their minds, they are ruffians and bandits, and no one can follow them to find their business.

Zhang Feng followed all the way.

Until they came to a small courtyard on the side of the street.

Zhang Fengcai stopped his steps and leaned slightly behind a stall.

In front of the hospital, they knocked on the door and entered the hospital one after another.

Zhang Feng raised his heel and pulled out the Tang knife.

When the last ruffian entered the courtyard and was about to close the door, a knife tip peeked through the crack in the door.

The ruffians in the courtyard didn't expect someone to chase and kill, and they couldn't dodge for a while, and they were stabbed through the chest.

"It's the place."

Zhang Feng walked in from outside the door, looked at the four people who were stunned in the courtyard, brushed aside the corpse on the knife, closed the courtyard door with a 'snap', and closed the street scene of people coming and going behind him.

"Zhenchang!" Liang Chu looked at the corpse at Zhang Feng's feet and glared angrily, "You.."

"Don't make me wait." Zhang Feng looked at a few people, "Today, one is counted as one, let's be here and explain everything clearly." ”

Liang Chu stared at Zhang Feng who was coming, and after taking two steps back, he suddenly shouted towards a house in the courtyard, "Brother, someone wants to kill me!" ”

As the words fell, he took a step back again, pulled out the wooden stick on the ground, and attacked Zhang Feng.

Even if Zhang Feng didn't come today, he was trying to bring back the vendetta of the knife rack neck in the afternoon.

Including the ruffian next to him saw Liang Chu making a move, he was also looking for a weapon, ready to go up one after another.

Zhang Feng suddenly ran a few steps to the left, catching up with a person who was looking for a weapon, and the sharp blade 'poof' cut the back of his neck.

'Pop' the corpse fell.

Zhang Feng took half a step to the right, dodging Liang Chu's wooden stick at the same time, and wiped the neck of a ruffian on his side.

"I.."

A ruffian next to him wanted to run after seeing Zhang Feng kill the two in an instant, so he ran directly to the courtyard gate.

The door of a room in the courtyard opened, and a large man with a short knife rushed in with him.

He is Liang Chu's brother, Liang Fang.

Zhang Feng glanced at him, saw that his steps were steady and powerful, and knew that he had kung fu in his hands, and if nothing happened, it should be Liang Fang.

Although he didn't know what his way was, Zhang Feng changed his mind and didn't care about him first, but took a step back and stabbed a knife into the ruffian's vest that was about to escape.

The bloody blade was pulled out, and it reflexively stabbed into Liang Chu's heart in front of him.

Kill all the people who can be killed in the near future.

It's just that at this moment, Liang Chu threw down the wooden stick in his hand, hugged Tang Dao tightly, glared at Zhang Feng fiercely, blood foam spilled from his mouth, and shouted loudly: "Brother~!" Kill him! ”

"Die!"

A sound of a blade breaking the wind came, and Liang Fang's eyes were red with blood, and he slashed towards Zhang Feng's neck!

Zhang Feng had no choice but to let go of his right hand to hold the Tang knife, lowered his body, and a monkey squatted and flashed, and then pulled back on Liang Fang's wrist.

Liang Fang's wrist flicked, and the short knife was also taken off.

But he seemed to be intending to close the distance with Zhang Feng, and at this moment, the moment he took off his short knife, he was like a tiger descending from the mountain, turning his palms like sharp claws, wiping his face, gouging out his eyes, and slashing towards Zhang Feng's face on his side.

The tiger in Bajiquan climbs the mountain hard, and the main attack is close-quarters.

Zhang Feng only had time to raise his left hand to block, his footsteps continued to retreat, and his sleeves were hung out twice by his fingernails, but fortunately he withdrew in time, otherwise there would be two less flesh on his arms and his eyeballs would be lost.

Liang Fang saw Zhang Feng retreating, but he suddenly hid his left hand at his waist, took a step forward with his right leg, and formed a lunge, his right arm curled up, and his elbow was drawn up from below, aiming at Zhang Feng's heart.

Break into the side, the eight poles top elbow!

And he climbed the mountain hard before, just to play a way ahead, mainly to open the other party's 'door'.

It's like sticking to the mountain and the bear backing the mountain in boxing, as long as it is not strong enough to kill someone, then in a large sense, it is a collision and a top, disrupting the opponent's pace and the center of gravity of the body.

If a person does not have a center of gravity, his legs will not be able to borrow force from the ground, and the pace moves will be chaotic, and the rest is to be chased and beaten, a series of chasing and killing moves.

This continuous killing move is like the muscle memory of the usual boxing routine, beating the wooden stake, endlessly.

Zhang Feng saw Liang Fang's side step and elbow towards his chest, knowing that he had a way to play, he didn't give him the opportunity to continue to play follow-up killing moves, but chose to fight hard, turning into a demon in an instant, a stream of qi and blood surging from himself, and the center of gravity was stable.

The legs are like a century-old tree rooted in the roots, and the left arm is downward, like the ancient city gate closed and smashed.

A barricade hammer 'clicked' above his elbow, and his elbow was forced against his top elbow with a relatively fragile arm position.

At the same time, Zhang Feng endured the pain in the bone of his left arm, arched his right arm and clenched his fist, twisted half a circle, and the heart of the fist was facing upward, like a sharp arrow that was full of bowstrings, and the explosive power of more than 400 catties converged into a heartwarming cannon fist, which hit his left chest!

'Click' crunch!

The moment Liang Fang's face tensed, he swallowed the blood surging in his chest and abdomen, followed the fist just now, and slapped his hidden left fist towards Zhang Feng's right ribs!

Zhang Feng suddenly stepped on the ground, took two steps back, stared at the front and took a step, and after falling short, Liang Fang stumbled a little.

Liang Fang's dead hand just now was like a seriously injured beast, fighting back before death, and the desire to survive made their final blow often the deadliest and most terrifying.

But as long as they dodge, they will use their strength until they are old, and they will naturally become fish on the table.

At the same time, Zhang Feng felt a slight tingling pain in the arm bone, and did not let his left arm exert any more strength, but the injured arm naturally hung down, the demonization disappeared, and he bowed his body slightly, and slowly pasted towards the right side of Liang Fang, who was discouraged.

"Stepping sideways? Eight-pole top elbow? I didn't want to kill the scoundrel, I killed a real trick."

"You Hades have learned all the three points, but I Zhang Feng doesn't have this blessing, and I almost caught this chase and fight..."

"Whew. Whew~" When Liang Fang listened to Zhang Feng's words in a dizzy and vague way, he shook his head, covered his chest, and greedily inhaled cold air into his lungs, and blood overflowed between his mouth and nose.

His alveoli had been punctured by broken bones and he was slowly suffocating.

Now he only had his eyes wide open, looking at Zhang Feng who was coming.

Zhang Feng pulled out the Tang knife from Liang Chu's corpse next to him, and slashed it sideways through his throat.

"Master Liang rest assured. My fist is not fast, but my knife is fast. In terms of fists and feet, I am indeed no match for Master Liang. ”

Liang Fang took a few steps back, leaned against the wall, and tried to stand firm with his legs, but he fell down with a thud, and the hula belt overturned the empty bucket next to him, and blood gushed out from the knife in his throat.

Zhang Feng came to him, and after he made a knife in his heart, he looked at a room in the courtyard.

There was a faint blue glow there.

Carrying a knife, he walked into the house and searched it, but there was no one.

Zhang Fengcai looked at a wooden cabinet next to the wall.

Open it, turn out a few pieces of clothing inside, and at the bottom, there is a small baggage.

Unravel, a book comes into view.

'Item: Eight Poles and Two Ritual Pile Essentials'

Type: Cheats

'Quality: 1st Order, Cyan'

Zhang Feng listened to the prompt and turned the first page, which began with the words

'Li Xiaocheng, give to his junior brother Liang Fang..'

Zhang Feng glanced at the corpses in the room, closed the notebook in his hand, and put it in his pocket.