Chapter 1731: The Sky-Stup 8

How could Xiang Yufeng, who killed more than a thousand people, give his opponent a chance to counterattack? A perverted guy who never likes to play hard to get will step on the bottom, or until he dies, sweeps out his thirteen legs wildly, and then snatches his body lightly again, flipping over the air strangely, only one tenth of a second from the ground, and another fierce and domineering round kick.

The scar man stepped back, his back hit the trunk. The ruthless man who had never bent down to bow his head squatted behind the trunk at a critical moment. "Crack, a tree trunk as thick as a bowl fell down, one leg fell, and the other leg rose again. Half a trunk that was one meter long on the ground was kicked to pieces by Xiang Yufeng. The scar man, in a hurry, rolled on the lazy donkey, and fucked the half of the tree trunk that fell to the ground and smashed it hard toward Xiang Yufeng.

"good!!"

As soon as the words echoed in the playground, Xiang Yufeng, who was laughing wildly, had already jumped up. The fiercely smashed half of the tree trunk was just rubbing against the soles of his feet. He stepped on the trunk with one foot, and jumped up with the force, and his body was pulled up nearly one meter again.

Jumped over the scar man's head, the dusty scar man stopped moving, his stiff face twitched, and a hand that was not strong enough to tightly clamped his neck. Winning and losing are an inverted conclusion.

"Your fist is very hard, and your moves are all killing moves... Very good, the boxing skills have reached the point of perfection. It seems that you have killed a lot." Xiang Yufeng let go of the scar man's neck and slapped the dust on his clothes. After dozens of moves, he had already figured out the scar man's bottom.

"Fisting is originally used to kill people." The scar man didn't look like a loser. "If you don't kill people, why do you do it?"

Xiang Yufeng nodded and asked with a smile: "How many people have you killed?"

"Not many, just one hundred." The scar man said expressionlessly, carrying more than one hundred lives without showing any guilt, and his eyes, which were full of bloodthirsty, were still so cold.

A good man is a murderer, and walks over with his corpses, and he is a strong man that all living beings fear. This society is already a prey of the weak. Guilt and kindness do not belong to people like scar men, nor do they belong to the outrageous guy Xiang Yufeng.

For Xiang Yufeng, it is very small to bear more than a hundred lives, and it is not too much to say that it is insignificant. He glanced at the people who were still dumbfounded by more than ten meters away and said lightly: "More than one hundred are indeed not many. Follow me, you have the chance to kill people. It is not difficult to kill a thousand people. Are you interested in knowing how many people die under my hands?"

The scar man didn't say anything, but the expression on his face said that he was brave enough to do everything.

"There are too many, and I can't remember clearly. The people who died directly under my hands... Well, let's say that, on my fourth birthday, I killed the first person. I was not as scared as others, after the first killing, I was excited. Looking at the bright red thing sprayed on me, I couldn't sleep all night. Since then, I became obsessed with killing." Xiang Yufeng's tone was relaxed, "Say that, when I was thirteen, I had already killed thousands of people." As soon as Xiang Yufeng said this, even the scar man was shocked.

If this sentence was said from someone else's mouth, the scar man would have already punched him. In front of him, he would be irrelevant to feel uncomfortable, but the person who said this was not someone else, but the man who even his young master was afraid of.

This is the truth, without a trace of moisture.

Scar believed this sentence, and naturally, the look at Yu Feng was different.

Although he was strangled by Xiang Yufeng just now, both Xiang Yufeng and he knew that this was a competition without any victory or defeat. The two of them had too many things to consider, so they naturally couldn't stretch their hands. What's more, in the face of real fighting with death, the battle just now was really nothing.

Just as Xiang Yufeng said, the scar man's moves are all aimed at killing people, but he competed with Xiang Yufeng, so he naturally could not use every attack to kill the other party.

If Xiang Yufeng had been recruited in the past, he might, no, he would. To be honest, I always heard about Xiang Yufeng's name before, but this is the first time I met today, but this first time I met, the two of them were like old friends.

If it weren't for the South China Army, the scar man would have followed Xiang Yufeng.

At the age of thirteen, thousands of people were killed. This title alone was enough to make the scar man excited.

"I'm not thinking, I just said that I have a big enough stage for you to play with. Moreover, I can guarantee that every person you kill is the one who should be killed. Northwest, Eastern Europe, South America, and Japan are all my battlefields. As long as you come, you can choose the place. I'm not afraid of you causing trouble for me, but you don't dare to mess with me."

The scar man's fists were clenched together. If you look closely, the fists were trembling slightly. The scar man was moved, but his reason let him know who he belonged to. He could not agree to Xiang Yufeng, although he really wanted to go.

"I also understand that people like you will not serve the second master. I am just doing human affairs and leaving them alone. It's a pity that I didn't meet you earlier, otherwise you will become the sharp knife in my hand like Beiting and others." Xiang Yufeng walked forward, took out a box of cigarettes from his clothes, and handed them to the scar man's hand, "There is only this box on his body, so smoke it first. With the South China Army itself, if you want to find this tobacco, it's very relaxing, so I won't give it anymore. Otherwise, it would be a bad idea to make him suspicious of you."

"Boy... don't touch your woman in my hands!" While the two of them were talking, the short-haired man had already held Wu Wanning hostage, and his shaky dagger pressed against Wu Wanning's heart. He chose this step to survive, but he didn't know that if he touched Wu Wanning, he would never have a chance to survive.

"Even your master dares not threaten me with my woman. Do you want to die?"

"Hua San, let it go!" The scar man looked at the young man's actions, and a murderous intent flashed through his eyes.

"Let your horse beside you, I have said a long time ago that you are not trustworthy, you are not trustworthy. Now I am really convinced. You are a brother and brother to your son's deceased rival. When the son comes back, I will definitely tell you and say everything. You, and your mother in the hospital, are waiting to die." The young man named Hua San said angrily at the Scar Man.

"Did you know who I am?" Xiang Yufeng raised his lips and murderous intent suddenly appeared, "Your surname is Hua? Hua San, may you be a slave to the South China Army?"

"Yes, I am Huasan, Xiang Yufeng. I recognize you, but I am not afraid of you. The young master said, "If I meet you, I can hide, but I am not afraid of you." Huasan, as a slave of the South China Army, was naturally accustomed to being rampant in Beijing. The people of Huasan and He Yuntang are different. He Yuntang and the Scar Man are subordinates of the South China Army and need to use major events. Huasan is used to deal with some complicated and complicated matters. Naturally, Huasan will not be able to come into contact with things that are too high-level.
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