They didn't rush up immediately. When Zhang Feng walked up, a person on the opposite side stood up and said, "Who are you?"
Zhang Feng said in Chinese: "You don't need to know, because telling the dead is a waste of saliva!"
"Chinese!"
"You all come together!" Zhang Feng said.
"you… "
This person has never seen such an arrogant person before. This Chinese man dares to be so arrogant, and he is still on his territory. He is too courageous.
Zhang Feng doesn't have a knife in his hand, but he has many weapons on his body. He can kill the opponent without anyone noticing.
"There's so much nonsense, come on!" Zhang Feng said again: "If you don't come, will I come?"
"Looking for death...ah..."
The man rushed forward. Zhang Feng stood there motionless. When the long sword came over, Zhang Feng simply turned sideways and the long sword was thrown away. Then the long sword came across sideways with extremely fast speed.
clang!
The long sword hit something hard. Zhang Feng flicked his hand and threw the opponent's long sword away. The opponent was stunned, what kind of weapon does this person have
But when he saw Zhang Feng holding a seven or eight centimeter long nail in his hand, he was shocked. Is it this kind of weapon? Did it block his horizontal stroke
At this time, the two people behind came up at the same time, and they were extremely domineering and fierce, but Zhang Feng dodged them with a clever bend.
Just like that, Zhang Feng got into a scuffle with more than a dozen people in the yard. Zhang Feng did not take action, but just dodged or blocked. He used the long steel nail in his hand to block it. At this time, there were many marks on the steel nail. , it won’t break yet.
Mo Zihui stood on the steps and watched quietly. She was very happy. Zhang Feng's skills were so powerful. There were no regular moves. They were all his own, improvised to adapt to the opponent and the venue. To be so precise? Mo Zihui couldn't do it himself.
Suddenly it occurred to me that Zhang Feng had let go when he was fighting with his aunt that day, and he had let it go a lot.
Is this a true display of his skill? Mo Zihui thought that maybe no one in this world could be his opponent when fighting alone.
Just such a man, he is her man!
Mo Zihui thought to himself.
"Ah, ah, you, you are humiliating us, take action, Chinese people..."
One of the men couldn't stand it anymore. He was very angry and stood in front of Zhang Feng, waiting for Zhang Feng to kill him.
Everyone stopped because they finally knew how strong this person was and how capable he was of arrogance.
"Who are you?" The person just asked again, this time in Chinese. It was obvious that he had changed his attitude towards Zhang Feng.
They only respect the strong.
Zhang Feng said: "Zhang Feng!"
They had never heard of this name. When did such a powerful person appear
"Zhang Feng, I remember you..." As he said this, the man wanted to leave.
Zhang Feng said: "Did I tell you to leave?"
"Are you going to kill us?"
"That's right!" Zhang Feng said, "How about you practice with me again?"
"You, ah..."
Scholars cannot be killed or humiliated. How could they endure such humiliation from Zhang Feng? A group of people came up again.
So they entered the melee again.
Zhang Feng felt that it was a good idea to use them as sparring partners. They were very strong, and every strike was a sharp and deadly move. Zhang Feng wanted this kind of effect.
In fact, Zhang Feng was also showing Mo Zihui that it might be better to integrate Mohist swordsmanship.
A layman watches the excitement, an expert watches the door. Mo Zihui is an expert. She is watching carefully. Zhang Feng is doing actual combat.
Ten minutes later, this group of people attacked like crazy, but the more they did, the more chaotic they became, and they couldn't hit Zhang Feng.
"Forget it, you don't have any moves anymore, haha, remember, these moves of yours were not used by us hundreds of years ago, and you learned them secretly... Okay, I won't play with you anymore... "
As he spoke, Zhang Feng swung out the steel nails and nailed several people to death at once. All of them were nailed to the center of their eyebrows. Everyone was shocked and took a few steps back.
At this time, no one wanted to escape, because it was shameful and they had to do it even if they died.
"If you don't come over, then I will!" Zhang Feng said and did not go up, but scattered a lot of steel nails.
This was an indiscriminate attack, and they all blocked it with their swords. Two or three people were still injured, but no one died this round.
Zhang Feng picked up the sword on the ground and said: "You also learned this thing from us, but you didn't learn it well. Appearing on the battlefield with it went against its original intention, so you will never be able to practice it well. Now I will Let me show you what real swordsmanship is!"
As he spoke, Zhang Feng rushed forward, much faster than them, and was already dead before they could react.
Seal the throat with one sword!
There is only one person left at the end!
"You, you are the devil..."
Then he ran away.
"Haha..." Zhang Feng sneered: "The so-called martial arts is nothing more than this..."
As he spoke, he swung out his long sword and penetrated the man's back of the head. He fell forward and struggled on the ground.
In the small courtyard filled with blood, Zhang Feng came over and took Mo Zihui's hand and said, "Let's go!"
"good!"
All the people here are dead, but Zhang Feng didn't think about destroying the corpses and eradicating traces. He thought that someone would come to deal with it soon, because there was an unusual person living here.
"Actually, I didn't know he was from the Mo family!"
When we got outside, Mo Zihui said.
Zhang Feng looked at the fields outside the village. The air was very fresh.
"It doesn't matter. He already said he was a traitor, but you cleaned up the house. Isn't it great?" Zhang Feng said.
"Yes!" Mo Zihui agreed.
They were walking in the fields, and within ten minutes a lot of small black cars drove over. Those must be their people.
Zhang Feng didn't want to kill them all, as long as they didn't block the way.
"It's real here!" Zhang Feng sat on the ridge of the field, took off his shoes and put his feet in the stream. The small fish in the water immediately gathered to eat the horny skin on Zhang Feng's feet.
If it were elsewhere, the fish would have been scared away.
"Did you need to farm when you were growing up here?" Zhang Feng asked.
"Yes, I have to go to the farmland and practice sword practice when I get back!"
Zhang Feng nodded, took out a small book, opened it, and said: "The next one is far away. Let's find a place to eat first! You are familiar with this place. The restaurants in the county are more delicious, and the food here is still very good. "Light!"
"good!"
Zhang Feng was wearing shoes, and the two of them continued walking. They were a couple. Who would have thought that they were the ones who killed the dozens of people in the yard over there? The whole yard was covered in blood.
This scene will alarm all parties. Kumamoto's influence is very great. Even if he retires here, he still controls many aspects.
But this is not what Zhang Feng wants to consider.