The hometown of the bald man is the hometown of martial arts, and he just followed the adults in his family to practice standing pile boxing, and until today, not a day has fallen. Their ancestral martial arts, small fists, are said to have been founded by an ancestor who lived in seclusion here in the middle of the Qing Dynasty, which also includes knife techniques and stick techniques.

He didn't get good grades in school, dropped out of school after junior high school, worked as a drifter in the north, went to the south, and did several jobs without accumulation. In the end, he had no choice but to rely on his skills and courage to break into the society, and he became quite famous in ten years. Until five years ago, he had opened a martial arts hall, a trading company, and two entertainment clubs in Xiangcheng.

People's experiences are changing, their identities are changing, and their mentality is changing, but the kung fu that can be practiced since childhood has not fallen. Besides, in those years, I broke into the society, and I didn't fight with a knife every day. If it weren't for today's battle, he might have thought that this kind of real knife and gun fight would be standing in a very high position. Among the eight guards, each has its own strengths, but in terms of the use of knives, they are not as good as themselves.

The one next to him is a brother who has been with him for ten years, and the tacit understanding between the two is very high, and in eye contact, the other party is also surprised. The young man with the black knife in his hand, without a single superfluous movement, and was extremely aggressive, this style of play was something they had never seen before.

It is said that the brave wins when they meet on a narrow road, and the two sides fight each other, fighting for reaction, strength, skill and momentum, and whoever is ruthless will have a big chance of winning. But the young man with the black knife was not shocked, as if he had been besieged by five people just now, and he didn't feel at ease, and he could deal with it as he could. This kind of talent is the most terrifying, because he has no fear in his heart, and he has the energy to bite any flaw in his opponent.

You can't strike first! The two suddenly realized that if they shot first, it would be easy to expose flaws, and the other party would take their lives if they took advantage of the loopholes.

The bald man and his companion were close together, slowly moving forward, trying to push the black knife youth into a corner, allowing him to strike first. Be good and take the lead.

Langchen seemed to see through their intentions, and the black knife pointed at the ground, throwing out a ball of blood. Then squinted and ran to the side. Seeing this, the bald man with the arms did not play cards according to the routine, so it was difficult for him to want to run, and he was separated from his companions for a while. Langchen ran a few quick steps, stepped on a container door knocker, and jumped high.

When it fell, the black knife slashed straight at the moment, slashing at the machete of the bald man with the arm of the flower, and then slashed repeatedly, and the two knife touches were splashed with fire. Slashing five times in a row, the flower-armed man could only raise his knife to parry, and the machete in his hand almost couldn't hold it out, if that was the case, the black knife fell on his head, and it would be strange if he didn't split it in half with this force.

Fortunately, his companion struck in time, using a knife as a gun, and stabbed Langchen in the abdomen. Langchen only moved back an inch, pressed his left hand down on the back of the knife, turned around suddenly, and kicked it back.

Regardless of the person who was kicked away, Langchen held the knife in both hands and directly faced the flower-armed man who attacked him. The long-handled machete and the black knife swung left and right, and the two attacked each other with the same move, and there was a clanging sound for a while. After dozens of knives, when they finally separated, the blade of the machete of the man with the flower arm appeared more than a dozen gaps of different sizes, and his arms were sore and trembling. And Langchen took a step back, and the black knife was unharmed.

When the companion who had eaten a kick got up from the ground, he looked at the man with the flower arm and smiled helplessly. Knowing that the young man with the black knife didn't make a killing move just now, he was playing with himself, and if he continued to fight, he could only die, and the two retreated on the spot. But these two sides have been killed in the dark, and now they want to quit because they can't fight, it doesn't seem to be so simple.

That sentence can't be beaten, farewell, how can it be so easy to say?

At this moment, they only see death in their hearts, not life, which means that they are dead. When Langchen's black knife stabbed into the heart of the bald man with a flower arm, he gently withdrew the knife, took two steps forward, and glanced at the lascivious coach who was sitting on the ground with a mouthful of blood. There was only fear in the other party's eyes, and the knife was thrown aside, begging bitterly. Lang Chen's face was calm, and he swung a knife at will, raising a blood mark, and the black knife flicked in the air and returned the knife to the sheath.

Zhang Zhao and Guo Rong fought with the crow leader on a par, which shows that the crow leader is strong. Guo Rong has practiced martial arts, and has practiced Langchen's killing knife technique for a period of time, and his foundation and comprehension ability are stronger than Zhang Zhao's, and the effect is more significant. But now that the two of them are working together, they can only fight with the crow leader for the time being.

The two sides focused on the spiritual life and death struggle, exerting great strength and energy, it was only less than five minutes of fighting, Guo Rong was okay, Zhang Zhao already felt a little out of strength in his hands, and he was about to lose the knife. I was stabbed three times, and I almost jumped up in pain at first, but now I am numb, but I don't know how much blood has been shed, and my whole body is sticky.

This is fucking different from cutting zombies, cutting zombies and cutting a hundred, and you can also use ingenuity. In such a fight, not only must you guard against the opponent's attack, but also have to look for opportunities to kill the opponent. If you are not careful, you will be stabbed in the body, and as long as one of the two loses combat power, the other will definitely not escape the consequences of death.

In just five minutes, the process was very painful, and I couldn't get any benefits for a while, and I was anxious and dry. Guo Rong was stabbed twice in the leg, and the little finger and ring finger of his left hand were knocked off, if Zhang Zhao hadn't rushed to pounce on him, at the cost of being stabbed in the back, I am afraid that the leader of the crow would have slashed at Guo Rong's throat.

Hit by the swinging Tang knife in the chest, he has been a little depressed, Zhang Zhao spat out a mouthful of blood, and when he was hit on the cheek by the handle of the knife, his head buzzed and he almost fainted.

Guo Rong stood on the edge of the container, holding a war knife in one hand, and after glancing at Zhang Zhao, the two looked at the crow leader with bitter and happy expressions and laughed.

Zhang Zhao had two knives in his hands, and his strength was not as good as that of his opponent, so he focused on finding the upper body of the crow leader to attack. If you can't beat it, you will dodge, and when Guo Rong collides with him, he unexpectedly assists on the side. The two were horns at each other, one was entangled, and the other came to the rescue immediately. Or when the crow leader chased Zhang Zhao and slashed, Guo Rong gathered his strength and came to a ruthless knife, so that the crow leader could not do his best, and often took the lead, and he could only give up the pursuit to resist the attack of another person.

The leader of the crows underestimated the strength of the two too much, and he didn't seem to understand what an astonishing change in the strength of anyone who came out of the apocalypse by fighting again and again. Zhang Zhao and Guo Rong were laughing, at first they laughed at the fact that they couldn't kill their opponents right away, and they also laughed at the opponents who couldn't kill them, laughing at this feeling of happiness and helplessness. Then they laughed, and they saw that the crow leader's old self-respecting madness was now gone, replaced by a head-to-toe embarrassment. And they saw that the crow leader had never dared to fight for his life, and during the fight, if he dared to resist the attack of one of them, maybe Zhang Zhao and Guo Rong would have become cold corpses on the ground now.

The leader of the crows, with a terrifying face like a ghost and acting like a demon, was still talking big a few minutes ago, and now? Fucking embarrassing.

Ugly and twisted skin, several wounds of different shades were broken, and the upper body was red and naked with blood. On the forehead of the crow leader, Zhang Zhao cut a wound, and blood almost covered half of his face. There were countless wounds on his arms, chest and abdomen, and Guo Rong had a deep mark on his back, and the skin and flesh were rolled, which looked extremely weird, as if he was a cruel method of skinning people, and only opened a big hole.

The leader of the crows didn't dare to fight for his life, but Zhang Zhao and Guo Rong dared, and because of this, they beat their opponents all over the body.

"Fuck, it's not dead!" Seeing that the leader of the crows was about to become a bloody man, but his eyes were still straight and did not look like a dying person, Zhang Zhao scolded viciously in his heart.

Langchen had already dealt with several of the crow leader's subordinates, and the shouting and killing around him had gradually faded, and it seemed that this battle was nearing its end.

"You don't want to make a move." Zhang Zhao said to Lang Chen, who came over, although the crow leader's skills are strong, it is still not enough to fight alone with Lang Chen. When Langchen fought with the crow leader, it was also a tentative short-term battle, and he really had to fight to the death, even if he could fight back and forth for dozens of rounds, it must be the crow leader who died.

If that's the case, it may not be a few rounds to fight, the time and place are favorable, and it is not good that this guy Langchen will kill the other party in two or three clicks. Therefore, when he saw him coming, Zhang Zhao greeted him in advance, after all, he and Guo Rong had been dealing with him for a long time, and finally had this situation, and he was easily handled by Langchen, and he was a little unwilling.

Refusal to refuse, Langchen stopped standing five meters away from the battle circle, but Zhang Zhao grinned and said shamelessly: "Wait until we can't bear you before we make a move, this guy is too fucking hard." ”

The crow leader, who was originally a little disheartened, saw that Langchen had already eliminated a few of his subordinates, and his heart was like thunder. He knew the skills of those people clearly, and they all died in just a few minutes? I didn't get shot that fucking fast. The feeling of fear that he hadn't felt for a long time enveloped him, his mind collapsed, and the flaws were undoubtedly revealed.

The crow leader's heart was like ashes, and he closed his eyes and opened them immediately, knowing that today was the end of the day, but he didn't have so many thoughts in his heart, and he was empty.

He crossed his knives together, held them up in front of his chest, and struck them twice, making a metallic crunch. At this time, he was engrossed in staring at the two people in front of him who had sworn to kill, and he was never more cautious, and he no longer thought about his carelessness in dealing with the world before this moment.

"Come on!" The leader of the crows uttered two words flatly.

Zhang Zhao and Guo Rong also became serious, holding the weapons in their hands tightly, this time even if they died under the other party's knife, they had to come by themselves.

Two people on one side, one on the other, each holding a sharp blade, and the shouts resounded in the sky. The two sides exchanged hands, and in a flash.

Escaping from the container group, Li Zijing and the others ran in the direction of the ferry with their last strength, and their companions waved to them anxiously.

A dozen thugs armed with knives, sticks, and guns followed, and Vulcan machine guns spun and sprayed like beasts, raising a high wall of sand on the sand.

The villains were stunned on the spot, not daring to move forward.

"Hey!"

One of the villains shouted behind them, and they all turned around in shock, staring at each other.

Zhang Zhao and Guo Rong supported each other, and Langchen followed behind.

Zhang Zhao covered his abdomen and used all his strength to throw away the object in his hand.

A bright red human head with badly burned skin rolled in the sand and landed before the eyes of the thugs.

The head of the Raven Chief!

At this time, the head of the crow leader was wide open, and he was even more terrifying than when he was alive. The thugs let out a ghostly cry of exclamation, and let the three of them walk slowly past them. I don't know if they were shocked by the death of the crow leader who cast a shadow on their hearts, or if they were afraid of the two Vulcan machine guns on the ferry.

Seeing that the three people who walked seven or eight meters away suddenly stopped, the embarrassed guy turned around and smiled, and the villains cried and shouted for their mothers to flee back into the wilderness.