Motorcycles rushed out of the container. The knights were dressed in fancy clothes, all of whom were thugs of the black thugs. They each held weapons and rushed towards Zhang Feng, and they couldn't count how many motorcycles there were, a large area of ​​them.

At first glance, there was no structure, but Zhang Feng looked carefully and found that these people did not rush straight over, but first got together, formed a team, and then rushed towards him in batches.

"Hmph, a trick!"

Zhang Feng didn't care at all, so he used both hands to hold the evil sword, with the long sword raised horizontally, and the attack range was very wide.

The posture was handsome and cool, but it did not scare countless enemies. The first motorcycle team rushed over, with more than ten vehicles.

They made strange screams and were very fierce.

At this time, the thug in the back seat of each car took out a bottle of wine from his body, then lit the bottle stopper with a lighter, and each person held a mobilizer and held it high in the air.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Feng narrowed his eyes slightly and cursed inwardly: "Sincere!"

The matter has been understood. The so-called ambush is to use the dock unloading as a cover to place the container hidden by motorcycle riders on the dock. After Zhang Feng and his side, these people rushed out on motorcycles and attacked with a moor bottle.

"Burn him to death!"

On the first motorcycle that rushed over, the rider shouted in English. The knight in the back seat screamed a few strange sounds and threw a moor bottle at Zhang Feng.

Immediately afterwards, the riders in the cars behind also threw bottles at Zhang Feng.

For a moment, seven or eight molten bottles flew towards Zhang Feng...

"boring!"

Not only was Zhang Feng not afraid, he also curled his lips, jumped into the air, and used Ye Feng Juying's body technique, his body floating like a ghost.

When the long sword is poked out, it is like the arm is extended, and the tip of the knife is the finger.

With a light lift, one of the molten bottles flew backwards, and then another one of the molten bottles flew away in the other direction.

In the blink of an eye, Zhang Feng used ten swords in a row, all of which were small techniques, easily flew the batch of molten bottles in the same direction.

And this direction is exactly the direction the motorcycle team left...

"Ah... the moor bottle is flying back!"

"Fake, dodge it!"

"No...no, I'm going to jump off the car!"

A burst of exclamations sounded, and the twenty people on the motorcycle, from the rider to the members in the back seat, were all frightened by the flying moor bottles, and someone jumped off the car immediately, and the rider tried to turn the bend and tried to change direction and escape.

However, the moor bottle flew over quickly and flew back faster, just like shells, and it was in front of you in the blink of an eye.

Bang bang bang bang...

A burst of explosions, balls of orange-red fireballs rose up, and the ignited gasoline splashed in all directions with the explosion, and every member of the motorcycle team was splashed on his body to more or less gasoline.

The worst motorcycle, the molten bottle was smashed directly on the front of the car, and the fireball directly engulfed the two members.

Ten mooring bottles formed a sea of ​​fire. All ten motorcycles fell to the ground. Twenty people were screaming, struggling, and trying to slap the gasoline on their bodies, but where is the ignited gasoline so easy to extinguish?

They began to roll on the ground, and soon they were ignited by gasoline and turned into firemen.

Someone took off his clothes, but gasoline burned on his skin...

The terrifying scene was accompanied by screaming, and the second motorcycle team that attempted to rush over to throw a moor bottle simply stopped and looked at it from a distance, each with a dull look on his face.

On the sea freighter, a group of bosses were also shocked by this scene and had not recovered for a long time.

There seemed to be a barbecue in the nose. Nan Liu almost vomited it out on the spot, slapped his chest hard, and a bang.

Klaus looked back at him, his mouth squirmed and he didn't say a sound, and he felt very uncomfortable, but he was even more cruel, not only to his enemies, but also to his own people.

"Continue to attack. If a small team doesn't work, send a few more together. I don't believe that Zhang Feng can knock back all the incendiary bottles. As long as one explodes by his side, he will be finished!" Klaus roared in a roar.

This is right. As long as a moor bottle burns Zhang Feng, he must find a way to put out the fire. Under the pain of the burning fire, the desire to survive will instinctively make him react.

Then, he had no chance of counterattack, and more molten bottles would fly over, causing him to fall into the sea of ​​fire and be burned to death.

The Grand Master was ignited by gasoline and there was no possibility of survival.

"Give an order!"

No one responded, and Klaus roared.

The other bosses were scared by the roar and shouted hysterically at their phones.

Finally, the motorcycle convoy surrounding Zhang Feng was in motion, and a team of ten people began to set off and rushed towards Zhang Feng.

When they get to Zhang Feng’s side, they will control the motorcycle to turn and ask the backseat members to throw out the lit moor bottle.

The two convoys walked from both sides, and twenty molten bottles flew towards Zhang Feng randomly.

For a moment, the moor bottle was like raindrops...

Zhang Feng's face darkened, and after glanced at him, he found that there were more motorcycles rushing over from behind. He immediately understood that the other party wanted to use the human-sea tactic to kill him.

"Will you not move when I stand here?"

With a sneer, Zhang Feng jumped out and headed straight for the motorcycle convoy on the left.

That's right, he didn't plan to stay where he was, and he was attacked in turn like a fool, and he wanted to fight back!

The first motorcycle driver obviously did not expect Zhang Feng to rush over, and he didn't react even if he was cold. The cold light passed by and the headless knight was born.

The members in the back seat were not much better, and they also lost their heads. They also brought one shoulder and one arm. The two headless knights rushed forward, without slowing down at all, and did not fall down.

The motorcycle riders behind did not expect Zhang Feng to fight back and quickly adjusted their direction, but they did not realize that Zhang Feng held a fierce sword and had an attack radius of two meters.

With one sword swing, two more headless knights were added.

Waving the knife again, two more came.

In the shadow of swords, a motorcycle team was reimbursed. Twenty headless knights continued to move in one direction against the rising fireballs. The scene was extremely spectacular.

"If I were asked to film the movie "The Headless Knights", I would have a Knights Charge, and the scene would have been very shocking!" Zhang Feng put his left hand behind him and held a knife in his right hand to touch the ground, looking so handsome.

The hundreds of motorcycle riders in the encirclement were all stupid, each looking terrified. In addition to the roar of the motorcycle engine, there was also the sound of the burning flames, and there was no other sound in the audience.

The charge of the headless Knights created by Zhang Feng directly shocked everyone.
Chapter completed!