A confrontation between senior warriors began in this small narrow alley.
Wang Jian is in good condition, but he is only at the level of the seventh rank. He has more than enough self-preservation and insufficient access. He relies on the narrow terrain of the alley and can temporarily support Lao Sun's attack.
Jing Hao's situation was very critical. He was injured and couldn't retreat. He was struggling to support him. After a few strokes of confrontation, he vomited blood again.
On the other side of the alley, two grinning guys had already touched Ye Qingxuan's back.
"One for each person, one for the one taken away!"
A guy reached out and grabbed Ye Qingxuan's hair.
The other guy didn't start lightly, and went straight to grab Siyu's bulging chest.
"You bastards, get out of here!"
Ye Qingxuan broke out, opened the paw that stretched out to her hair, and hugged Siyu again, as if the hen was protecting the chick.
"Made, stinky woman, shamelessly!"
The guy yelled, waving his hand and slapped Ye Qingxuan.
There was a crisp sound, and it spread all over the alleys abruptly.
Immediately afterwards, the guy who wanted to slap Ye Qingxuan screamed, clutching his hands...
The battle in the alley is stagnant.
"Who?"
Lao Sun raised his head and asked loudly.
"Your grandpa, me!"
Accompanied by the sound of extremely cold killing intent, the temperature of the entire alley dropped to a shuddering level in an instant.
Hearing this voice, Lao Sun and Lao Xu, the two of them felt tight, and immediately looked intently.
Wang Jian and Jing Hao were overjoyed.
"Zhang Feng!"
Ye Qingxuan directly called out the name of the voice master, raised her head in surprise, joy and expectation, and finally saw the familiar figure and the face almost engraved in her heart.
That face was not handsome at all, but at this time, the expression of rejoicing in the indifference made her very at ease, the figure that fell in the air, the unspeakable arrogance, and the heavy spirit of looking at everything.
Looking at Zhang Feng, Ye Qingxuan's face showed a relaxed smile.
The two guys who were about to kidnap Ye Qingxuan also raised their heads. Then, they saw a dark shadow attacking extremely quickly. Before the two of them could react, their vision turned black...
Zhang Feng, one person and one foot, stepped on the faces of two people, bending their upper body backwards, and falling to the ground amidst the sound of broken ears.
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The two bastards, their waists bent 180 degrees, the back of their heads and heels stuck together, without a scream, they were killed on the spot.
"Door... Boss!"
Jing Hao shouted out in surprise, and hurriedly shut up again, not daring to interrupt.
Zhang Feng didn't even look at Lao Sun and Lao Xu, the two 7-rank masters, nodded to Jing Hao, squatted down, and grabbed the twins' wrists with one hand.
Siyu's shoulder was dislocated and his internal organs vibrated. Siyu was more serious, his internal organs shifted and he was directly unconscious.
Zhang Feng tapped the two women a few times and tapped acupuncture points to temporarily control their injuries. Only then did Zhang Feng stretch out his hand to Ye Qingxuan, with an expression of indifference and gentleness.
"your husband!"
Ye Qingxuan opened her mouth and melted into Zhang Feng's expression. She stretched out her hand and let him pull herself to his feet. Then she was hugged by her waist and bowed her head so as not to see anyone.
"Seventh rank martial artist, there are still three. The Su Family's handwriting is not small." Zhang Feng swept towards the alley, faintly speaking, his tone of indifference was indescribable.
As if in an instant, the former 8-Rank Peak Killing God had returned!
The strong pressure rushed to the other side of the alley, making Lao Sun and Lao Xu not daring to speak out at all. They could all feel that a slight change would surely die!
"Wang Jian, get out!"
Zhang Feng said lightly.
Wang Jian did not hesitate at all, and immediately performed the exercise of lightness, kicked a few feet on the wall, and jumped onto the roof of a bungalow.
At the end of the alley, there were only three seventh-grade masters from the Su family.
"When you start with my woman, you must be ready to die, you guys, are you ready!" Zhang Feng swept across the three with cold eyes, the corners of his mouth raised, and murderous aura emerged.
The temperature in the alley dropped again, almost reaching freezing point.
The terrifying murderous aura shocked the three masters of the Su family, their hearts stopped beating, and it seemed that just murderous auras could kill people.
How many people can be killed to have such murderous aura
Gao Gang was stunned, and his mind was full of images of a murderous god wantonly butchering.
"Be careful!"
When the shout came, Gao Gang suddenly regained his senses. He had a sore throat before he figured out what was happening. He clutched his neck and slowly fell to his knees.
Blood spilled from his fingers, his face was full of unbelievable expressions, as if he wanted to say, why should I die
In the gradually blurred vision, two figures flew up to the roof and fled in embarrassment...
…
Zhang Feng held a flimsy flying knife that looked like a willow leaf in his hand, and looked at Lao Sun and Lao Xu who had jumped on the roof with cold eyes, and lightly flicked it.
The Willow Leaf Flying Knife took off and flew out, like a flash of electric light flashing in the dark, fleeting.
Lao Xu, who was jumping to another roof, suddenly stiffened, and fell from the sky at a height of seven or eight meters. He hit the cold concrete floor of the alley heavily with his eyes wide open and a blood stain on the back of his neck. There is also a flying knife inlaid in it.
Lao Sun fled regardless, and soon disappeared.
"Door... Boss, you ran away, don't you kill him?" Jing Hao asked aloud, bending slightly, respectfully and cautiously.
Zhang Feng said lightly: "Someone has to report the letter, right?"
Jing Hao nodded, deeply impressed by Zhang Feng's manners.
The lives and deaths of others are between one's own thoughts, and the domineering and arrogant inadvertently revealed like a god, Jing Hao generally looks up to him when the mountain is standing up.
In the past, the people at Dark Yemen had heard about Zhang Feng. Today, he saw it with his own eyes. He was so excited that he wanted to find someone to tell him right away.
Well, just to brag.
Wang Jian walked over, clasped his fists in his hands, and said in a deep voice: "Boss, I will call someone to treat the aftermath. The injuries of the two girls, Siqing and Siyu... Do I need to be sent to the hospital?"
"No need, let Ding Xiaoshan send a car over, and I will take them home to heal." Zhang Feng said indifferently, but he was very honest. Go to the end of the alley.
Ye Qingxuan looked at Zhang Feng's back, feeling a little bit inexplicable in her heart, but she knew the severity, and helped Siyu to keep up quickly.
After Wang Jian finished the phone call, he said to Jing Hao: "We got into trouble!"
"what?"
Jing Hao immediately recovered from his admiration and looked at Wang Jian in surprise.
"The lady's guard was weak, and the lady was almost humiliated. In the end, it was the sect master who rescued her. Do you think we are negligent?" Wang Jian said solemnly.
Jing Hao’s handsome face is full of the general bitter expression of the sky falling, “It’s over, I still want to enter the Mingtang. I made such a big mistake. How can this be good?”
"Acknowledge your mistakes and seek forgiveness from the master, otherwise, let's go to Africa for war!" Wang Jian sighed.
(End of this chapter)