"Hello, how is the scenery below?"
Zhang Feng held the trembling drain pipe, and waved at the man under the drain pipe. He was still in English, for fear that the other party would not understand it.
The man below has already taken out one of the fists pinned to his waist and put it on his hand. Hearing Zhang Feng's shout, he raised his head in astonishment, and the corners of his mouth squirmed...
For a long time, with a puff, he suffocated a fart.
The three people on the ground almost laughed and forcibly held 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 very good, hey, you three, does the fart smell good?" Zhang Feng frowned and shouted, seemingly concerned about them.
"Good, your uncle!"
The man with double knives pointed at Zhang Feng and cursed in pure Mandarin.
This one, even if he is not a Chinese, is a Chinese.
He held his head up, his face was angry, his nose and triangular eyes were ugly and he was horribly ugly. He drew a pair of knives in his hand, his momentum was very good, and he could see that he was a master.
Zhang Feng looked down at him, tutted twice, and asked loudly: "That hooked nose, you are so ugly that you can't stay in the country. Did you come to the Philippines to ask for a living?"
"..."
For a moment, there was silence downstairs.
Several people ran out from the back door of the hotel building, and saw the three masters with constipation, their faces flushed, and the guy crawling on the drain seemed to be defecate, suddenly confused.
"What are you doing, catch Zhang Feng!"
This guy is wearing a suit, no shirt, and a fancy tattoo on his chest. He is the boss who stood out on the edge of the woods before.
Hearing the old shout, the guy with the cavalry scimitar hanging around his waist winked and said: "Chen Shucheng of the Maoban Gang was humiliated by Zhang Feng, saying that he was too ugly to have to leave Huaxia."
Everyone is not in the same gang, except that they are on the same front in dealing with Zhang Feng. At other times, they are all enemies. They can ridicule and never soften their mouths.
"Huh?" The boss was stunned for a while, then pointed at Chen Shucheng, who was holding a double knife with a cramp at the corner of his mouth, and forced a smile and said, "Aren't you going to kill Zhang Feng?"
Chen Shucheng's face turned pale, he was scolded by Zhang Feng, and was ridiculed by his companions. His mentality exploded, and he wished to kill the two bastards in front of him on the spot.
Vent the hatred.
But no, he has to avenge his brother!
In the killer group on the cruise ship, there is a man, Chen Shucheng’s brother, who is also Chinese. He has not returned yet, and 80% has died in Zhang Feng’s hands, so...
"Zhang Feng, I want your life!"
Chen Shucheng yelled and flew up. First, he took advantage of the window sill on the first floor. His figure was suddenly more than two meters tall. He went over the drain pipe and covered it, then bit a knife in his mouth, probing his hand and grasping. Lived the drain.
This guy's light work is very average, and he can jump to the height of the second floor because he 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 work is too bad, I thought you would jump up and attack me directly in the air. I was ready. As a result, you are still under my feet, which really disappoints me."
He was talking cool words on his mouth, but his chest was churning with blood, his injury recurred!
Killing Ruosong just now seemed easy, but in fact, I had already used all my strength. In addition to the promotion of the Grand Master, I felt quite a lot in my heart. Only then did the dining knife block Ruosong's machete.
However, Zhang Feng said that he had only 30% of his strength left, and he was basically talking big. There was still about three levels of true Qi, but his physical condition was almost the same as that of a middle-aged person in his 40s or 50s.
Otherwise, when Chen Shucheng jumped up just now, he launched an attack. How could he say cold words here to stimulate the enemy's mentality.
"Wow... I'm so angry, I'm going to kill you!"
A mouthful of an ugly ghost made Chen Shucheng furious. He kicked the wall fiercely under his feet and became more angry. He grabbed a short knife from his mouth and swung both knives randomly. It was a slash at Zhang Feng.
At this moment, he used all he had learned all his life.
Zhang Feng didn't dare to be careless. After all, his injury was not healed. He held the drain pipe with both hands and jumped forcefully. He immediately climbed more than two meters to the outside of the top of the building, holding the roof with one hand. Outer eaves.
"Ugly ghost, it's not that I said you, it's terrible to light work!" Zhang Feng turned on the poison tongue mode again, still looking regretful.
Chen Shucheng stabbed a pair of knives into the wall, holding the drain pipe between his feet, and reluctantly fixed himself at the place where Zhang Feng had just climbed. Hearing this
Then, almost spit out a mouthful of blood.
"If you have the ability, don't run, fight me to the death!" He was frustrated, and he raised his head and roared.
Zhang Feng looked down at him, a dangerous smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, "As you wish!"
After saying this, one hand pulled out the thick-backed machete pinned to his waist and slammed it out according to Chen Shucheng.
The machete flew down in a whirl, like a propeller leaving an airplane, not only with amazing power, but also with a strong sound of breaking through the air.
"Impossible..."
Upon seeing this, Chen Shucheng yelled in horror. In a hurry, his legs slammed against the wall. At the same time, he gave up the two short knives nailed to the wall, leaped back fiercely, intending to go from the second and a half height. , Jumped down.
For the eighth rank martial artist, even if the light work is very poor, it will not cause much damage, as long as the falling strength is removed after landing, nothing will happen.
But at this moment, Zhang Feng coldly snorted: "Die!"
With a quick wipe, he took out a spoon from his waist and threw it out severely.
The spoon drew a beautiful arc in the air, and the machete in the middle of the air suddenly changed the trajectory of the machete's flight, and went straight to Chen Shucheng.
Chen Shucheng was in the air with his limbs volley in the air. There was absolutely no place to borrow. In addition, his light work was really bad and there was no room for dodge.
So, the machete flew over in a whirl, and pierced his stomach with a chuckle.
"Do not… "
Chen Shucheng yelled and fell heavily to the ground with a muffled bang, and the dust was raised.
With his back on the ground, he spouted a full two meters high with a mouthful of blood, tilted his head, and was killed on the spot.
The thick-backed machete went deep into the middle of his abdomen. Looking at the length exposed, his entire abdomen was pierced, and it happened to be injured near the hepatic portal. That is the key point. Once injured, it will die within a few seconds.
A group of people around looked at Chen Shucheng's body in a daze, with a look of fear on their faces.
They witnessed the whole process, so it became clearer that Zhang Feng threw the knife and forced Chen Shucheng to jump off the building, and then threw the spoon to hit the machete, changing the flight trajectory of the machete...
In this, whether it is judgment or the technique of throwing a knife, both are far more powerful than ordinary people.
For a moment, no one could tell, cold sweat.
(End of this chapter)