Syllable!

I saw that after Ning Feng broke the shotgun, he kicked the big man out with one kick. The big man flew out more than three meters, but he still hit the wall before he landed.

"Poof!"

After landing on the ground, the big man spurted out a mouthful of blood. The body kept bending and curling up, and the expression was very painful.

"Huh!"

Ning Feng snorted coldly, and then walked towards the strong man step by step.

"You, don't come here. Don't come here!"

Hearing Ning Feng's footsteps walking towards him, he saw that the big man kept retreating, and his eyes were also full of horror.

It's just that he just retreated twice, and he couldn't retreat, because behind him was a wall.

"What are you? What are you?"

Ning Feng said with red eyes as he grabbed the strong man's collar, and then directly picked him up. The strong man who was originally a head taller than Ning Feng was like a little chicken at this time, and he was suddenly picked up by Ning Feng with one hand.

"Yes, I'm sorry. I was wrong. I was wrong!"

The big man kept begging for mercy, and there was a hint of crying in his voice.

"Wrong?"

Ning Feng sneered again: "Just by you, with your fly-like thing, you dare to make a move on Lao Tzu?"

As he spoke, Ning Feng held the strong man's collar with his left hand, and hit him with a fist with his right hand.

"Poof!"

Another mouthful of blood spurted out. Then the big man's feet kept struggling in the air, trying to break free of Ning Feng's left hand.

"Just on you, just on your pig-like thing, you dare to hurt Lao Tzu's brother?"

Every time Ning Feng, who had a hideous expression, said a word, he punched hard with his fist. After a while, the big man's breath was already faint.

However, Ning Feng didn't stop, but with a force of his left hand, he directly smashed the strong man on the wall. Then he fell to the ground and convulsed constantly. Before the big man could get up, Ning Feng raised his foot and kicked the strong man's body fiercely.

"Around. Spare me!"

At this time, the strong man was so painful that he could barely speak, and could only beg for mercy intermittently.

"Spare you?"

Ning Feng snorted coldly, and then grabbed the big man's arm. Break it outwards with all your might.

I only heard the sound of "Gaba", and the strong man's arm bent out strangely.

"Ahhh~"

The strong man, who was already about to faint, immediately wailed loudly. The sound was so miserable that even the knife felt a little frightened. He's been out for so long, and he's never seen what kind of scene he has ever seen. But at this time, he really had some heart palpitations. It wasn't because of how powerful Ning Feng's movements were. Nor is it because of how bloody the scene is. It was because of Ning Feng's cold expression.

Yes, it was because of Ning Feng's cold expression. Whoever sees it will unconsciously shudder. At this time, Ning Feng's eyes did not have any look in them, except for coldness. It was as if he was wailing not a man, but a pig. It can be slaughtered at any time.

Apathetic, gloomy and cold. Atrocious. Bloodthirsty.

This kind of adjective, which Dao Dao never expected, would appear on Ning Feng's face, who often had a sunny smile. At this time, Ning Feng seemed to be a different person. There is no rest of the emotion at all.

"Call it, because the next punishment will be even more cruel! Dare to do it to me, dare to hurt my brother. You're still the first!"

As he spoke, Ning Feng pulled up his other hand again, and then slammed it, and the other hand also drooped out in a strange shape.

"Ahh~~"

The brawny man shouted again. It's just that it's much quieter than it was just now.

"Gaba!"

There was another crisp sound, and Ning Feng directly broke the strong man's leg. At this time, the big man stared at the big eyes, and his mouth was open but he couldn't make a sound. After a while, the big man's head drooped, and then he fainted in pain.

Although he had already fainted, Ning Feng did not stop, but punched one punch at a time, continuing to fight like that strong man's body.

"Bump"

One punch.

"Bump!"

Another punch.

At this time, the strong man's breathing was already weak. His face was covered in blood, and blood was pouring out from his ears, mouth, and nose. It looked like he was about to be beaten to death by Ning Feng.

"Alright, let's stop. If you continue to fight, you will die!"

The knife held the pain in his back, and then stepped forward and grabbed Ning Feng's arm that was about to be smashed down.

It is normal to abolish this person and take the knife away. Dare to pull out a gun against himself and Ning Feng, such a punishment is already the lightest consequence. However, he didn't want to watch Ning Feng kill. He didn't know that Ning Feng already had a human life in his hands. So he didn't think it would be a mistake to kill this person. Especially when the police are coming soon.

As soon as he pulled out Ning Feng's arm, Ning Feng turned his head. The inside of the eyes is red. I jumped off the knife. The arm, which was already about to fall, actually rushed to the knife.

"Wake up!"

The knife subconsciously dodged Ning Feng's punch. Then he shouted at Ning Feng.

Ning Feng didn't pay attention to the knife with red eyes, but turned around and raised his fist, wanting to continue beating the strong man.

"Smack!"

Seeing this scene, at this time, the knife didn't care about the pain on his body, and grabbed his left fist like Ning Feng like a madman. Then he hugged Ning Feng and shouted in his ear: "Wake up, wake up Lao Tzu!"

This voice made Ning Feng seem to come back to his senses. Ning Feng, who was about to break free from the embrace of the knife, slowly quieted down. Then he closed his eyes and shook his head vigorously. After a long while, he slowly opened his eyes.

"Whew!"

Seeing that Ning Feng's eyes had returned to normal, he breathed a sigh of relief. Then let go of Ning Feng and sat directly on the ground.

"Good thing you woke up. Otherwise, I guess Lao Tzu will be killed by you!"

He wiped the sweat from his head with his sword, and then said to Ning Feng with a slight palpitation. Half of this sweat was due to the pain in his back, and half of it was frightened by Ning Feng. Ning Feng's eyes just now were really terrifying. Especially when he turned his head to look at himself, it made the knife feel like he had fallen into an ice hole.

"How are you, are you alright?"

Ning Feng hurriedly pulled up the knife that was sitting on the ground, and then turned to the back of the knife. Tear the knife through the clothes with all his might. The knife examined the wound.

"Don't worry, you can't die. Isn't it just a few iron beads? I can't die yet. ”

The knife gasped, and then said. After finishing speaking, he also said to Ning Feng jokingly: "Fortunately, you woke up." Otherwise, Lao Tzu will die unjustly. I wasn't killed by a few iron beads, but I died in your hands!"