It is Zhang Feng's strategy to stimulate the enemy's mentality, wait until the enemy is dazzled by anger, and then easily kill it.
The group of people who fell were shocked by Zhang Feng's killing method, each of them opened their mouths wide, and did not respond for a long time.
"Hey, downstairs, do you still want to kill me? It's very uncomfortable for me to hang myself."
Zhang Feng grasped the outer eaves of the roof with one hand and made a trumpet with the other hand, shouting at the downstairs, still familiar, intending to continue to anger the enemy.
There are injuries on the body, and the strength is less than 30%, and the physical fitness is only at the level of a middle-aged person who is only forty or fifty years old. In this state, it is hard to shake an eighth rank, causing the old injury to relapse, and want to fight at the same time. A few, it's impossible.
Now in this state, only outspoken.
"Old Chen..."
The man with a long stick walked to Chen Shucheng and squatted down, muttered a few prayers, stood up, and pointed it at Zhang Feng with the long stick.
"You come down!"
It was still pure Chinese, and the tone of voice was very much like the lines in a certain movie.
Zhang Feng, who was hanging from the top of the building, looked at him in astonishment, and responded with a cold breath: "You guy, do you like watching movies?"
The long stick man is also Chinese. His name is Chen Donglai, and he has some relatives with Chen Shucheng. It is said that his ancestors belonged to a village, and their surnames were Chen. They came to the Philippines from China to find a living together. Later, they got married. Several generations came down. Scattered.
Chen Donglai looked stern, and pointed at Zhang Feng with a stick and shouted: "You are still a martial artist, and you don't talk about martial arts at all. If you have the ability, you will fight me head on!"
"Positive?" Zhang Feng's face cooled, and he mocked: "Do you have martial arts for so many of you who besieged me? Or you attacked in the middle of the night. You are not qualified for martial arts!"
In a word, Chen Dong said that his face was flushed, and he wanted to sew in to hide his shame.
Among this group of warriors and thugs, he is considered to be a more decent person. He has practiced martial arts since he was a child and worshipped a good master.
However, life is always embarrassing. Chen Dong’s small business in his family offended the local gang. As a result, his family was arrested, his parents were tortured to death, and his younger brothers and younger sisters were tortured in a non-human form.
Chen Donglai got the news and rushed home. All he found was the corpses of a family of four.
After that, he was completely blackened, and went to find the gang to seek revenge alone, but with one person, he wiped out the entire gang.
Later, he was paid by another gang boss until now.
Although he was in a gang, Chen Donglai always maintained the moral character of a warrior, and would never hurt anyone unless he was officially challenged.
At this time, he was ridiculed by Zhang Feng, naturally showing no self-confidence.
"Chen Donglai, what to say to Zhang Feng, how many of our brothers have died in his hands, do you want to avenge the brothers?" A boss came out and yelled at Chen Donglai.
Chen Donglai suddenly returned to his senses, the boss found an excuse for him, so that he didn't feel owed in his heart, and raised the stick again and pointed it at Zhang Feng.
"Since everyone is a warrior, let's fight a fair fight. You wait for me on the top of the building, and I will go up, whoever lives and dies, speaks by ability!"
Hearing that, Zhang Feng slowly nodded, with his arms hard, he turned to the top of the building and looked down at Chen Donglai downstairs, "I want that thick-backed machete, bring me up."
Perhaps head-on head-to-head with the opponent is not a wise choice, but Zhang Feng will never abandon the opponent to fight in the name of warrior.
"no problem!"
Chen Donglai grabbed the machete inserted into Chen Shucheng's abdomen and pulled it out forcefully. The knife was full of blood. Without even looking at it, he threw it towards the roof.
Zhang Feng grabbed it and flicked the knife in his right hand. The blood on the knife immediately left a blood mark on the roof.
"I won't stop you, come on!"
"it is good!"
With a stick in his hand, Chen Donglai leaped up to a full two meters, grabbed the drain pipe, and with a little effort, his figure was raised again, and then on the second floor window sill, he leaped on the drain pipe again.
After two repetitions, he grabbed the outer eaves of the roof and turned upstairs in the same way as Zhang Feng.
Zhang Feng really didn't stop him. He stood three meters away, with his left hand behind him, and his right hand holding the knife on the ground. There was a crescent moon above his head. His figure was dashing and fearless.
"Are you ready?" he said calmly.
Chen Donglai squinted at Zhang Feng, nodded slowly, and said, "If you die, I will try my best to protect your family. After all, it won't hurt your family."
Hearing this, Zhang Feng laughed out loud, shook his long sword, pointed downstairs, and asked loudly, "Don’t you feel bad about saying this? Who are these people? You should know better than me.
, Women, girls, what good results will be if they fall into their hands? "
Chen Donglai lowered his head, his eyes were a little red, he thought of the family members who died, and he couldn't refute Zhang Feng's words.
"Nothing to say, let's fight!"
Zhang Feng faintly let out a blank expression, and the machete pointed at Chen Donglai.
"Okay, then fight!"
Chen Donglai raised his head, his face was calm, his hands were holding the stick, and he put out a hand gesture on his chest. Judging from his posture, the stick method is definitely a Chinese line.
"It's getting started!" Zhang Feng curled his mouth and rushed towards Chen Dong without saying anything.
Chen Donglai danced with two sticks and hit Zhang Feng on the head with a head, which gave a head start.
Zhang Feng tilted his head, turned sideways, and walked away easily, then held the knife to his side to defend.
"Dang!" There was a sharp sound of metal collision, and the stick hit the blade with a loud sound.
"Your stick is actually iron?"
Zhang Feng stared at Chen Donglai and asked in a low voice.
The machete and the iron rod are stuck together, and the two are fighting.
Chen Dong looked at Zhang Feng's eyes and yelled hard, "Your cultivation base is more than the eighth rank!"
Competing is to compete for true energy and physical fitness. Zhang Feng was able to speak, which really surprised Chen Donglai, but he did not show weakness and spoke just as he did.
The corner of Zhang Feng's mouth raised and said, "Unfortunately, you found out too late!"
Before he finished his words, he pushed the back of the knife with his left arm, followed the iron rod, and slid towards Chen Donglai's hand holding the rod.
This trick requires Chen Donglai to abandon his stick and use the same method as before to kill Ruosong.
For an instant, Chen Donglai felt a huge force coming from the iron rod, making himself uncontrollable. In a hurry, he did not choose to let go of the stick. Instead, he exerted force with his legs and followed the force on the stick to one side. A leap.
The machete in Zhang Feng's hand slashed past him and slashed into the air.
"Hey, the response is good!"
With a compliment, Zhang Feng turned back and slashed.
There was a loud noise, and the thick-backed machete slashed on the iron rod. The loud noise was comparable to an explosion and sparks splashed in all directions. Both of them were shocked by the huge reaction force and withdrew more than two meters back.
"It's so mad, it's a pity to stay in Southeast Asia and be a black fighter!" Zhang Feng held the knife horizontally with one hand, the blade was level with the ground, and his momentum rose again.
(End of this chapter)