Utai's eyes were cold, and the hand under the table lifted a bench and stood up suddenly.

Zhan Qing was not flustered, smiled faintly, and looked at Wutai: "You think you are my opponent?" ”

"You can try!" Utai said coldly.

"What an arrogant person, such a big guy, do you think you're powerful?" The smile on Zhan Qing's face became more and more intense, "What's your name?" ”

"Utai!"

"Nameless rats." Zhan Qing picked up a piece of barbecue meat, took a bite, and chewed it as if no one was around.

The other party's contemptuous attitude made Utai furious, and the bench he was holding in his hand was about to smash down on his head.

Suddenly, Zhanqing's arm reached forward, and the iron hammer in his hand stabbed at Utai's eyes viciously.

Soon!

In an instant, it was in front of Utai's eyes.

Wutai's reaction was not slow, and the bench carrier in his hand swung forward fiercely.

Zhan Qing immediately changed his moves, and the iron hammer seemed to be alive, twisted at a strange angle, and continued to stab at his eyes while avoiding the Wutai bench.

Utai leaned to the side, his head tilting to the side.

Swish! The iron hammer grazed his temple, but the meat skewer on the drill rubbed a trail of butter on his forehead.

"Ahh Utai was shocked.

Looking at Zhan Qing again, as if he was fine, he was still sitting on the chair, munching on the leftover barbecue on the iron chisel.

Utai wiped the oil stains from his forehead, burned with anger, lifted his leg and kicked the table over, and at the same time, threw a punch and hit Zhan Qing's throat. Zhan Qing's movements were also fast, his feet kicked the ground violently, his body retreated, and even the person with the chair slid more than two meters away, and then, with a flick of his wrist, he shot the iron hammer in his hand towards Wutai.

Utai's head flickered, flashed the iron drill, and before he could rush forward, Zhan Qing stood up, hooked the chair under him with his toes, and threw it at Utai again.

"Click!" As soon as the chair flew in front of Utai, he split the wooden chair in half with a punch.

Zhan Qing laughed, stretched out his hands to his waist, pulled out a long knife, and rushed forward, the long knife suddenly stabbed towards Ye Feng's chest.

Without waiting for Ye Feng to dodge, Wu Tai held a bench leg rung, picking up Zhan Qing's long knife, and at the same time, he approached forward, blocking in front of Ye Feng, and said with a sneer: "Zhan Qing, if you want to hurt my boss, you have to pass me first!" ”

"You're looking for death!" Zhan Qing's eyes widened, with a strange smile, and the long knife danced continuously, fighting with Utai in one place.

The two men fought, and the knives were used, and the diners in the restaurant were frightened, screaming everywhere, and some ran out in panic without even paying the money.

After a while, there were only two tables of people left in the huge restaurant.

Ye Feng and the wind and rain thunder and lightning were at the same table, Wu Zhicheng and Lao K, and the four people around them.

In the field, only Wutai was fighting with Zhan Qing, Ye Feng and Wu Zhicheng did not move, looking at each other.

The wind and rain thunder power station was on Ye Feng's side, and his mental tension was extremely high, and the guns were clenched in his hands, as if he was facing a great enemy.

The people around Wu Zhicheng were the same, and they all raised their knives and drew guns, and Wu Zhicheng's water was blocked.

Ye Feng was looking at Wu Zhicheng, and Wu Zhicheng was also looking at Ye Feng.

Both of them had faint smiles on their faces, as if they were old friends who hadn't seen each other for many years, and in this solemn atmosphere, they looked quite weird.

Let's say that the two of them who are fighting, Zhan Qing's knife is extremely fast, like lightning, and his body is weird, floating around, like a ghost.

Utai grew up in the grassland, learned the art of wrestling and fighting since he was a child, and was trained hard by Temulei for eight years, and fought hundreds of martial arts matches, and his fighting skills have long been perfected.

Coupled with his innate divine power, he fought against Zhan Qing, and he did not fall behind at all.

Zhan Qing held a long knife in his hand, and his body suddenly rotated like a spinning top, instantly approaching Utai, and at the same time, a cold glow appeared, and the sharp tip of the knife took Utai's eyes.

Utai's body was large but extremely flexible, and he easily dodged it with a short body, and at the same time hit Zhan Qing with a heavy punch, blasting into Zhan Qing's waist.

Zhan Qing's figure flashed, and while dodging Utai's heavy punch, the long knife in his hand quickly picked at his hamstring.

Unexpectedly, Wutai's body weighing more than 200 catties actually rose into the air like a leaf, and fell to the ground lightly, easily dissolving Zhan Qing's fast and yin knife.

The more Zhan Qing fought, the more frightened he became, the person in front of him was huge, he didn't expect to be so flexible, he could be compared to him who was good at his style, it was really incredible.

And the other party was bare-handed, he used the knife to take advantage of the weapon, and after more than ten moves, he only had a draw.

If he hadn't used a knife, would he have fallen into disadvantage or been defeated?

Zhan Qing's face turned red, this was the first setback since his debut.

As long as he shows his sword, all the enemies in the past can't survive three moves!

Now Wu Zhicheng and the others are watching the battle between the two, if they can't take him again, they will lose face in front of their eldest brother.

All kinds of thoughts flashed, and Zhan Qing was already a little impetuous.

Before he could launch the next round of attacks, Utai had already stepped forward and pressed his hands under his ribs. Suddenly drilled out, like two big pythons out of the hole to feed, sizzling and sizzling.

The python comes out of the hole and wants to swallow cows, sheep and even elephants!

This is the snake fist handed over to Utai by an old martial artist on the grassland.

Utai can dominate the underground boxing match, win 99 fights in a row, and become the No. 1 warrior in Monti, but it is not as simple as knowing martial arts.

He also practiced various boxing techniques.

Utai's snake fist has reached the realm of perfection and transcendence. When you strike with both fists, you naturally open your five fingers. The knuckles erupted with a loud noise, as if a python had bitten the bones of a large buffalo with its teeth.

Zhan Qing's expression changed, and his ears trembled violently.

Because from his ears, he could clearly hear the sound of Utai's knuckles erupting.

Listen to the voice.

Zhan Qing is also a martial arts master, and as soon as he heard this voice, he understood in his heart: the strength of the opponent's five fingers was surprisingly great.

But then he didn't think about it, and with a swing of the horizontal knife, a cold light flashed through the blade, slashing towards Utai's fists.

Even if you practice snake fist at home, you are only flesh and blood, how can you fight the advantages of the sword?

In Zhanqing's expectation, Utai would definitely withdraw his hand, otherwise his ten fingers or even two hands would be cut off by his own blade.

However, to Zhan Qing's surprise, Utai did not withdraw his hand at all, and the huge palm like a fan actually met his blade.

Snort -

The blade of the blue sliced into Utai's hand, giving him the feeling that it was cut into a piece of iron or stone, making a piercing grinding sound.

It seems that it did not do much harm to Uthai.

"How is it possible, to block my blade with the palm of your flesh?"

Zhan Qing changed color in shock, and was extremely surprised.

However, at this moment when Zhan Qing was stunned, Wu Tai seized the opportunity, and turned his wrist into a tiger fist with a flip of the snake fist, which slashed Zhan Qing's chest!

Click!

Zhan Qing's sternum shattered in an instant as if it had been hit by a meteorite.

"You ......"

Zhan Qing only said one word, and his body trembled violently, and a large mouthful of blood flowed out of his mouth.

His legs could no longer support the weight of his body, and he fell to the ground with a thud.

The ten sharp knives of the Templar are fast and dead!