Immediately, he didn't even care about the gun that fell to the ground, and simply rushed towards Zhang Peng with his bare hands.

On the other hand, with Zhang Peng's round of charging to save the big and small tigers, the originally solid three-person formation naturally collapsed.

Kamba is slightly better, although he has little experience in street fighting, but he can calm the scene in a short time with his kung fu. But it's bitter, Ah Lang, who is holding a long iron rod in his hand.

Ah Lang saw Zhang Peng stepping forward, and hurriedly rushed forward with an iron rod. But as soon as he took a step, he let someone smash a stick on his calf, and his center of gravity fell down, and Ah Lang took two more steps forward, but he didn't stop his foot.

"Fluttering", this Ah Lang, who inherited the eight successful powers of Yida's smashing stick to mend yin, finally felt the feeling of being yin and fell to the ground.

At the moment when Ah Lang fell to the ground, the people and horses in the south of the city were like sharks smelling blood in the ocean, like vicious dogs robbing, crowded in front of Ah Lang, and kicked down vigorously.

"Crackling!"

Ah Lang's black suit, which was over 10,000 yuan, was trampled and wrinkled, not to mention full of mud ideas.

Not to mention these, he doesn't have the sense of self-protection that Dahu has summed up from his many experiences. If you can't protect your head, it's a critical hit.

"Bang!" "Bang bang!"

Ah Lang's head slammed into the ground one after another, and his forehead turned red in an instant.

And Zhang Peng had already started a duel with the helmet, so naturally he had no time to take care of this side, Campa glanced at Ah Lang who was beaten, and had to knock down the opponent in front of him with a knife, and the whole person pounced.

Kanba walked with his long legs, and shot lightning one after another, kicking down several young people who were the most ruthless around Ah Lang one after another.

"Woo!"

But the good times don't last long, and if you want to be in all aspects when you are surrounded by a heavy siege, it is absolutely impossible. A huge sound of breaking wind came from Kamba's ears, and he subconsciously tilted his head.

"Bang!"

A large solid iron rod smashed into the back of Kamba's neck, forcing him to stumble forward several steps before stopping.

"Don't be close, this style of play is right, just fight around him! As long as he shoots at whom, the others will hurry up and greet him! ”

The yellow-haired boy who had won the blow shouted loudly with a big iron rod.

The advantage of one inch long and one inch strong was also highlighted at this time, not to mention that Kanba's two fists were difficult to defeat with four hands. In this kind of situation, when the other party has found a rhythm, and at the same time wants to stabilize the situation alone, it is difficult to protect Ah Lang's thoughtfulness!

"Bang!"

Seeing Kanba's rat trap, the yellow-haired boy deliberately kicked Ah Lang's head. The pointed scalp shoes were like a sharp blade, killing Ah Lang while fiercely stimulating Kanba's nerves.

"Kill this one on the ground first! Pack up this martial artist again, come one by one, don't worry, we have time! ”

Huang Mao had an evil smile on his face, and several people around him kicked Ah Lang one after another under his leadership.

"NM!" As the champion of the seven-city fighting category, no matter how good his skills are or how fierce his killing moves are, after all, he is still a young man of twenty-three or four.

When his brother was humiliated in every way, he couldn't bear it anymore! The right foot stomped violently, and the whole person rose into the air, kicked Huang Mao's chest, and fell with the huge force with Huang Mao, causing Huang Mao to hit the concrete floor heavily.

But this twenty-three or four-year-old young man is indeed not the opponent of Huang Mao and others if he talks about playing with his brains. The reason why Ah Lang was cleaned up was to provoke Kanba.

And at the moment when Kamba took a step, he had actually fallen into the trap of yellow hair. Although Huang Mao was trampled on the soles of his feet by Kanba, his purpose was achieved.

Campa didn't have time to strike at the yellow hair who was trampled underfoot.

"Bang bang bang...!"

Seven or eight large iron rods all smashed into Kanba's back, shoulders and neck at this moment, and one hit the back of his head.

No matter how outstanding Kamba's ability to resist strikes is, it is different from ordinary people. But in the end, he is still a mortal in the flesh, not the unrivaled god of war in the city, and the whole person sinks down by gravity.

"Bang bang bang!"

Kamba, who had been hit hard in the head, was groggy and powerless to dodge.

Taking advantage of your illness to kill you is a necessary skill to beat the water dog, and several young people under the yellow hair saw the opportunity to swing the iron rod one after another very fiercely.

If it's a wheel battle, Kanba is a dozen or so probably not a problem. But he lacked street experience, and under the calculation of the old oilman, no matter how high his kung fu was, he was afraid of the loss of the kitchen knife, and fell down with hatred.

Huang Mao, who had fallen to the ground, got up from the ground, wiped the blood spilling from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, and gave a thumbs up to the helmet that was fighting with Zhang Peng not far away.

At this time, Zhang Peng smashed his fist against the face of the helmet, and the helmet was unable to dodge because of the observation of yellow hair, and his cheeks were soon red and swollen.

But seeing that the last person except Zhang Peng was also killed and fell to the ground, he still couldn't help laughing and pointed at Zhang Peng and scolded: "Hahahaha, aren't you a cow!" I really want to see if you can kill a hundred by yourself! ”

Then he waved his hand at the people who gradually and completely surrounded him: "Whoever killed him, Lao Tzu personally paid 30,000 yuan to ask him to be the emperor for a week!" ”

"Brother Helmet!"

"Dry horse, be the emperor!"

No matter how brave Zhang Peng was, the guy fell on him like raindrops, making his body continue to tilt slightly, and the defeat was like a mountain, and it was only a blink of an eye for him to fall to the ground.

"NM!"

Xiao Hao, who was pressed on the hood of the Civic by seven or eight people, did not stop breaking free from the moment the scene broke out. At this moment, his throat was completely hoarse, and the whole person subconsciously jumped up.

"Bang!" The helmet kicked Xiao Hao's lower abdomen, and Xiao Hao's face turned red instantly, as if he had something in his throat, and he couldn't say it.

"What JB stuff, if it weren't for your father's identity, Lao Tzu would have to bury you tonight, what kind of ability do you have, what are you calling JB? The second generation of the dog! ”

Originally, he looked at the helmet that was in a good mood despite being beaten a few times, but suddenly his eyes were red with anger, and he pointed at Xiao Hao and scolded angrily.

The people next to him were all confused, obviously unable to understand what was going on with the emotional transformation of the eldest brother who led the team.

Then the helmet clicked on the two cars with his hand and shouted: "These two cars, all the horses have smashed me!" Let them be afraid when they think of me in the south of the city! ”

"Brother, the people in the car?" Huang Mao asked tentatively beside him.

The division of labor in the south of the city is clear, and after Xingzi and Armin withdrew from the battle circle, the incompetence of several leaders led the team, causing Helmet and Yellow Hair to take over the battlefield. Now in addition to the helmet, the biggest one in the field is Yellow Hair.

"Smack!" A sudden big mouth was thrown on Huang Mao's face, and the helmet's behavior surprised everyone.

Huang Mao covered his left side of his face in pain and looked at the helmet with some horror, but he didn't dare to ask, for fear that he would be slapped again if he was not careful.

"Smack!"

Although Huang Mao didn't speak, his pitiful expression seemed to anger the helmet again, causing the big mouth to fall on his face again.

The fingers of the helmet were about to poke into Huang Mao's face, and he scolded angrily.

"If Lao Tzu wants you to smash the car, you will smash the car, why do you have so many problems? Do you want Lao Tzu to tell you about the three thousand questions of the blue cat's naughtyness, or give you a lesson on 100,000 whys? ”