"Hello, is the scenery below good?"

Zhang Feng held the trembling drain pipe and waved to the man below the drain pipe, using English, for fear that the other party would not understand.

The man below had already taken out a fist pierced around his waist and put it on his hand. Hearing Zhang Feng's shout, he raised his head in shock and squirmed with his mouth...

After a long time, with a puff, I couldn't help but let it go.

The three people on the ground almost laughed and forced themselves to hold back. After all, the one under the drain pipe was his own.

"It seems that the scenery below is very good, but the smell is not good. Hello, you three, isn't it smelling good?" Zhang Feng shouted with a frown, as if he cared about them very much.

"Okay, uncle!"

The man carrying the double swords pointed at Zhang Feng in pure Mandarin and cursed.

This person, even if he is not a Chinese, is also a Chinese.

He raised his head, looked angry, his hooked nose and triangle eyes, his appearance was so ugly that he pulled out his swords in his hand, and his momentum was very good. It can be seen that he was a master.

Zhang Feng looked down at him, tsk twice, and asked loudly: "That hooked nose, did you come to the Philippines to seek life because you are too ugly and can't stay in China?"

“…”

For a moment, there was silence downstairs.

Several people ran out of the back door of the hotel building and saw three masters blushing like constipation. The guy crawling on the drain pipe seemed to be defecating, and he suddenly became confused.

"What are you doing? Go and catch Zhang Feng!"

This guy is wearing a suit, not a shirt, and has a fancy tattoo on his chest. He is a boss who stood up next to the woods before.

Hearing the old man shouting, the guy with a cavalry scimitar hanging around his waist, he said with a frown: "Chen Shucheng from the Mao Ban Gang was humiliated by Zhang Feng, saying that he was too ugly and had to leave China."

No one belongs to the same gang. Except for dealing with Zhang Feng, they are all enemies at other times. If you can ridicule a few words, you will never be slutty.

"Ah?" The boss was stunned for a moment, then pointed at Chen Shucheng with cramps in his mouth, holding his two swords, and held back his smile and said, "You haven't gone to kill Zhang Feng yet?"

Chen Shucheng's face turned pale, he was scolded by Zhang Feng, and ridiculed by his companions. His mentality exploded. He wanted to kill the two bastards in front of him on the spot, venting his hatred.

But no, he still wants to avenge his brother!

Among the killer group on the cruise ship, there was a man, Chen Shucheng's brother, who was also Chinese, and had not returned yet, and 80% of them had died at Zhang Feng's hands, so...

"Zhang Feng, I'm going to take your life!"

Chen Shucheng roared, jumped up, first leveraged the force on the windowsill on the first floor, suddenly raised his body more than two meters, crossed the one under the drain pipe, and then bit a knife in his mouth, lit his hand, and grabbed the drain pipe.

This guy's light skills are very average, and he can jump to the second level, which is driven by the anger in his heart.

At this time, the distance between him and Zhang Feng was no more than two meters.

Zhang Feng looked down and laughed: "Hey, ugly ghost, your light skills are too bad. I thought you would jump up and attack me directly in the air. I was ready, but you, ugly ghost, are still at my feet, really disappointed me."

He was talking sarcastic words on his lips, but his chest was filled with blood and his injuries recurred!

I just killed Ruosong, but I actually used all my strength. In addition, I had a lot of insights in my heart, so I used a diner to block Ruosong's machete.

However, Zhang Feng said that he only had 30% of his strength and was just talking big. He still had about three levels of true energy, but his physical condition was almost no different from that of middle-aged people in his forties or fifties.

Otherwise, when Chen Shucheng jumped up just now, he would have launched an attack, so he would not be sarcastic about it and stimulate the enemy's mentality.

"Wow, ah... I'm so angry that I'm going to kill you!"

An ugly ghost was heard, and Chen Shucheng was furious. He kicked the wall with his feet, and became more angry. He grabbed a short knife from his mouth, swung his sword around, and slashed at Zhang Feng.

At this moment, he used all his life's learning.

Zhang Feng did not dare to be careless. After all, his injuries had not healed. He was cautious. He grabbed the drain pipe with both hands, jumped hard, and immediately climbed up more than two meters high, and came to the outside of the top of the building, holding the eaves of the roof with one hand.

"Ugly ghost, it's not that I'm talking about you, the light skills are really bad!" Zhang Feng turned on the poisonous tongue mode again, looking regretful.

Chen Shucheng stabbed his swords into the wall, clamped his drain pipe with his feet, and barely fixed himself to the place where Zhang Feng had just climbed. Hearing this, he almost vomited blood.

"Don't run away if you have the ability, fight me to the death!" He was furious and raised his head and roared.

Zhang Feng looked down at him, and a dangerous smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "As you wish!"

After saying that, he pulled out the thick back machete on his waist with one hand, and fell out suddenly according to Chen Shucheng.

The machete flew down like a propeller leaving the plane. It was not only amazing, but also had a strong sound of breaking through the air.

"impossible……"

Seeing this, Chen Shucheng screamed in horror. In a hurry, his legs slammed hard to push the wall. At the same time, he gave up the two short knives nailed to the wall and jumped backwards, intending to jump down from the height of the second and a half.

For eighth-grade warriors, even if their light skills are poor, they will not cause much damage. As long as you remove the falling force after landing, there will be no problem.

But at this moment, Zhang Feng snorted coldly: "Die!"

He took out a spoon from his waist and threw it out hard.

The spoon drew an exquisite arc in the air. The machete in the air and the machete's flight trajectory changed suddenly and headed straight for Chen Shucheng.

Chen Shucheng was in mid-air with his limbs in the air, and there was no place to borrow any force. In addition, his light skills were really poor, so he had no room for dodging.

So the machete flew over with a swing and pierced his stomach with a thunderous sound.

"No……"

Chen Shucheng shouted, and fell heavily to the ground, with a dull bang and the dust rose.

He was on the ground behind his back and spewed his blood and squirted his head and died on the spot.

The thick-back machete penetrated deep into the middle of his abdomen. Judging from the length exposed outside, his entire abdomen was pierced, which happened to be injured near the liver portal. That was the key point. Once injured, people would die within a few seconds.

A group of people around him stared at Chen Shucheng's body blankly, and their faces showed a look of fear.

They witnessed the whole process, so they became more clear that Zhang Feng threw the knife and forced Chen Shucheng to jump off the building, and then threw a spoon and hit the machete, changing the flight trajectory of the machete...

In this, whether it is judgment or the method of throwing a knife, it is far superior to ordinary people.

For a moment, no one could say it, and he was sweating profusely.
Chapter completed!