The momentum is imposing, and the sound of killing is shocking.

This is a bit like a gangster in the movie.

However, for Xiaofeng, who has experienced the rain of bullets, such a scene can only be considered a fight between two adults at most, which is far from a desperate fight.

Xiaofeng looked at the crowd rushing over with interest, his mouth curled slightly, and his hand waved, "Don't interfere, I'll play with them alone. Your task is to look forward to Xuanying. If she gets hurt at all, I'll ask you."

"Mr. Huang is really courageous." Cui Jingdong couldn't help but praise him. If it were him, not to mention 50 people, even 5 people would have to shake his legs. When he was young, it was almost the same.

"Will he be injured?" Xuanying said worriedly.

Cui Jingdong smiled and shook his head without saying a word. He took a step forward and naturally blocked Xuanying behind him.

The two did not talk anymore. Xuanying knew Cui Jingdong, and her identity was Che Mingyu's lover at that time. Now she followed Xiaofeng and suddenly met an old acquaintance, which made her very embarrassed. Fortunately, Cui Jingdong was smart enough and showed no signs of being familiar with her. This eliminated Xuanying's embarrassment a lot.

It seems that I am destined to be a mistress.

Xuanying knew very well that with her past experience, her identity had long been destined.

Alas! Xuanying stared at Xiaofeng's majestic figure blankly, and his heart felt inexplicably melancholy.

Just as Xuan Ying was thinking about it, Xiaofeng had already galloped and rushed towards Xiaodao Gang.

"Good come." Han Zhengshun did not stop, but instead accelerated to rush forward. His weapons were about an inch longer than those in Xiaofeng's hand.

The so-called one inch long is one inch strong.

Han Zhengshun has learned the fighting skills of the army. The simpler the fighting skills of the army, the more effective it is. Therefore, Han Zhengshun did not have too many fancy moves. With the force of his body's forward rushing, he aimed the weapon in his hand at Xiaofeng's chest and stabbed it straight through.

His idea was very simple. It would be best to stab Xiaofeng. Seeing that he could not, facing such a hurry and powerful momentum, Xiaofeng would have to spend some effort to block it. In this way, he could hold Xiaofeng's body as fast as lightning. As long as he held it for two or three seconds, his subordinates would be able to surround him.

There are more people and fewer people. Although Han Zhengshun disdains such tricks, it is not his turn to think about it when life and death are at stake.

Han Zhengshun's idea is beautiful, but reality is often far from dreams. Xiaofeng did not fight Han Zhengshun hard as he wanted, but instead flipped his wrist and adjusted the blade in his hand, shouted in a hurry, "Go."

The slender short knife turned into a white light and came out of his hand.

Han Zheng watched the white light shot straight into his chest, but he could no longer stop his body and could not avoid it. In panic, he quickly waved the weapons in his hand and quickly drew a semicircle on his chest.

Unfortunately, everything is too late.

Han Zhengshun groaned, and his body rushing forward was barely stuck.

puff!

Han Zhengshun felt a sweet voice and squirted out a blood sword. Then, a severe pain came from his chest, making him unable to hold the weapon anymore.

With a clang!

The weapon fell to the ground.

Han Zhengshun covered his chest with one hand and supported his knee with the other, and then he barely stood firm.

But Xiaofeng was not going to let him go. As Han Zhengshun squirted out a blood sword, Xiaofeng's figure had already arrived in front of Han Zhengshun. He lightly tapped his toes on the ground, and his upright body jumped into the air. The next moment, it happened to land on Han Zhengshun's half-bowed back.

According to the standard man's figure, Xiaofeng's body was a little thin with only 140 pounds. However, this 100 pounds made Han Zhengshun feel like he was pressing against Mount Tai. He couldn't help but weaken his knees and fell to the ground.

Humiliation, for Han Zhengshun, this is definitely a great humiliation.

Han Zhengshun gritted his teeth, supported his hands on the ground, and shouted angrily, "You go down for me."

"Hehe! I'll go down if you don't say it. But, you'll still kneel down for me." After saying that, Xiaofeng's heels sank, and Han Zhengshun fell to the ground obediently again.

Han Zhengshun had red eyes, grabbed the weapons on the ground, and waved them with his backhand, "I want you to live."

"Yeah, Boss Han, if I hadn't shown mercy, would you still have life? I didn't expect that you wouldn't appreciate it? An ungrateful guy." Xiaofeng laughed and scolded, his feet tilted straight and rose into the air again.

puff!

Han Zhengshun squirted out another blood sword, and his huge body collapsed weakly on the ground.

But in a blink of an eye, the boss was knocked to the ground by an inexplicable enemy, not knowing his life and death.

The subordinates of Xiaodao Gang were shocked.

Some people are afraid, but some are not afraid of death.

"Damn it, avenge Boss Han."

While speaking, two people waved their swords in their hands and slashed hard at Xiaofeng, who was falling rapidly in the air.

Seeing this, Xiaofeng sneered, and his fall was still not slowing down. He was about to touch the blade that was slashed. An unexpected situation happened again. Without any external force, Xiaofeng turned his body incredibly by 180°, and his toes were just on one of the blades.

The blade of the knife tilted and hit another knife.

After a crisp metallic impact, the two men felt their mouths numb and couldn't hold them in control, and the two knives fell to the ground with a clang.

While the two were stunned, Xiaofeng had already shook hands and fists and smashed them into the chest.

Unexpectedly, the two screamed, their bodies flew backwards, and knocked down several people behind them one after another. Fortunately, the people behind them made their human mats, but even so, the two still felt sweet in their throats and a thread of blood overflowed from the corners of their mouths.

Although the people who were knocked down by them did not see Hong, they all hummed for a long time and did not get up.

"Wow, husband, you are so awesome! You're good at fighting, don't stop, and then fight and knock them all down." Xuan Ying, who had been worried, was a little happy at this moment. Not only did she say nothing, but she also patted her two little hands red and jumped on the ground.

"Father, have you seen it? In less than a minute, it actually..." Cui Junhao counted with his fingers tremblingly, "I actually fucked 9 people."

"Yes! He's simply not a human."

After saying that, Cui Jingdong realized that Xuanying looked at him angrily and hurriedly continued, "He...he is a god!"

"That's right, don't you see who he is?" Xuanying turned angry and happy.

No matter who he is, you will be the life of a mistress at most. Cui Jingdong despised Xuanying in his heart, turned his eyes to Xiaofeng who was flipping and moving in the crowd, turning into a blurred figure.

Accompanied by screams and muffled groans, Xiaofeng suddenly punched hard, and suddenly turned the crazy flower...

A series of Yin Hong blood swords.

Swords and white shadows.

Figures flying backwards one by one.

As Xiaofeng roared, waved his hand, and finally the two long swords that he cut at him seemed to be pulled. No matter how hard his master tried, the long sword still changed direction bit by bit.

The owner of the two knives screamed as if he was a ghost and let out his hands.

The two knives turned into two white lights and flew out quickly with a buzzing sound.

As I heard the sound of fighting, I flew past the ears of a charming beauty who walked out of a corridor. A crisp sound of dinging sound, sparks were firmly nailed to the cement wall.

The enchanting beauty suddenly became stunned, her legs became weak, and she collapsed on the ground.

Oh!

Cui Jingdong and his subordinates all took a breath of air, looked at Xiaofeng, who was standing with his hands behind his back like a god, and murmured, "This is his real strength. It's so terrible!"

Xiaofeng looked around and lay down...there were only a few who could barely stand, and they didn't even have the courage to look at him. "Hey! Xiaodao Gang is just like this. Why didn't there be anyone who competes with me? The master is lonely!"

Sweat! Cui Jingdong hurriedly lowered his head, never look at me, never ask me to practice...

In such a big bar, there was not even a person with his head raised? Not all, at least Xuanying was very brave, but the intoxicated eyes seemed to be unable to accommodate anything except Xiaofeng's figure.

Xiaofeng was very satisfied with everyone's performance. Today, it not only destroyed the arrogance of the Xiaodao Gang, but also truly convinced Cui Jingdong.

The harvest is not small.

"Hahaha." Xiaofeng laughed wildly, and suddenly, the topic changed, "How long has it been?"

The people from the Jingdong Gang wiped the sweat from their heads together, "Mr. Huang, we didn't... didn't pay attention to looking at the watch."

"I know, I know." Xuan Ying shouted happily.

"oh?"

"It took 2 minutes (seconds from the beginning to now."

Haha! The people from the JD.com gang took a breath in a uniform manner again.

2 minutes (50 people in seconds? Oh my God! God! It’s definitely a god. Besides God, who can have such skills?

They admired them, but Xiaofeng smiled bitterly and shook his head, sighed, "Xiaoyao has been going on for too long, and he has retreated so much. What can he do if this continues?"

Is this a rhythm that is going to be so angry? Cui Jingdong and his son looked at each other and dared not speak.

"Boss Han, are you dead? If you are not dead, get up and talk." Xiaofeng looked around and turned his eyes to a figure lying on the ground not far away.

"Cough cough cough!" Han Zhengshun coughed a few times, struggled to stand up with a knife.

The few Xiaodao Gangs who could barely stand still saw that the boss was still alive, and in luck, they spontaneously surrounded him.

Han Zhengshun saw the 50 brothers who were fierce just now, but in the blink of an eye, the few remaining soldiers in front of him were left, and the others were all wailing.

Tragic!

Since its establishment, the Xiaodao Gang has never fought such a tragic battle.

Especially under the extreme disparity between us and us.

In addition to grief and anger, there is also a sense of shame that breeds in Han Zhengshun's body, "Brothers, it's me, Han Zhengshun, I'm sorry for you. I, Han Zhengshun, have no shame to live in this world again."

After saying that, Han Zheng turned his wrist, aimed the tip of the knife at his chest, and stabbed it quickly.

"Boss Han, don't!" The Xiaodao Gang members around him were also injured, and their movements were naturally much slower than usual. Besides, Han Zhengshun suddenly wanted to commit suicide again. These people were powerless to stop them except for the miserable screams.
To be continued...