Refusing to join the underworld: the days of fighting against bad boys

Wu Feng broke into the crowd, thinking about Zhou Ming, and accidentally got two stabs in the back.He was furious in his heart, and the two machetes in his hands danced wildly. Sure enough, he was born with supernatural power, and five or six people who were close to him fell down in response.Wu Feng looked up, and everywhere he saw were dense figures, with knives, guns and sticks in their hands, Zhou Ming was completely invisible, and he was anxious, so he shouted: "Zhou Ming, where are you?"

But in an instant, he was submerged by the crowd, countless swords, guns and sticks were thrown at his head, Wu Feng dodged sideways, kicked a big bald man away with one foot, and forced himself to squeeze away.Someone in the crowd shouted: "That Zhou Ming is about to die, everyone work harder to kill him!"

Wu Feng was horrified. Just now, when he was talking about Chu Tingting carrying him out, he did see Zhou Ming being cut horizontally in the waist by a big man with a machete. He was bleeding profusely at that time. I don’t know what happened now?He stabbed left and right, and squeezed towards the person who spoke just now, but he was stabbed again in the leg by someone.

For members of the martial arts hall, the ability to resist blows has reached a level. They are not afraid of fists and sticks, but they are helpless against knives. After all, the body is not made of iron.With a roar, Wu Feng cut down all the people around him again, but the dense crowd rushed up again.

"Zhou Ming!" Wu Feng walked a few steps, and finally saw Zhou Ming who was fighting like him. [

It's just that Zhou Ming's condition was much more miserable than his. With one hand covering his waist that was still bleeding, he moved and dodged in the crowd with a pale face, sometimes punching one person, and sometimes raising his foot to knock down a pair. "Go on!" Wu Feng shouted, and threw the machete in his hand.Zhou Ming reached out to take it, and slashed at the person closest to him.

"Ah..." the man screamed, and his arm flew to nowhere.

"Tan Bai, where are you, get out!" Zhou Ming's eyes turned red, a machete flew up and down in his hand, everyone was so shocked that they backed up again and again, no one dared to step forward for a while.

Wu Feng took the opportunity to lean on Zhou Ming's back, and the two of them were back to back, looking coldly at the restless crowd in all directions.

"How are you?" Wu Feng asked in a deep voice.

"It's okay." Zhou Ming said softly, "I got cut on the waist, but the other places are not worth mentioning. How about you?"