Chapter One Hundred and Sixty One

When they were dull, Ye Tianlong blasted out two punches without hesitation.

"Boom!"

The two gangs in the front slammed directly into the crowd behind them, and they let out a muffled grunt. They wanted to struggle but felt pain in their breast bones.

Then, the two people who got up fainted with a spit of blood.

The expressions of the Feilong Gang were shocked, and Ye Tianlong's mighty presence hit their hearts.

I didn't expect it to have such amazing power.

Uncle Ying opened his mouth slightly: "How could it be..."

It was the first time that he had seen Ye Tianlong's serious skills.

Although he knew that this kid was cunning, he had so many tricks, otherwise he and Liang Zikuan would not be too weak, but they did not expect to be so tough.

Ye Tianlong's face remained as cold as it should be, and his body completely formed an instinct.

Faced with an opponent who wanted to hurt him, he would give a ruthless blow, and five or six flying dragon children instantly fell on the ground.

Oh shit!

The tiger can't stand the wolves! No matter how good you are, aren't you alone? We are a group of people here! Sooner or later drown you.

Seeing Ye Tianlong slaughter the Quartet so aggressively, Liang Zikuan became angry, and the Feilong Gang's eyes were red, and they stared at Ye Tianlong murderously when they lost face.

Everyone felt that if you didn't chop Ye Tianlong today, you wouldn't have to mix it up in the future.

The dinosaur firmly held Liang Xiucai and shouted to Ye Tianlong: "Big brother, be careful!"

Uncle Gui and a group of villagers are also nervous, but the charter wife has a calm face. She has confidence in Ye Tianlong at this moment.

Liang Zikuan shouted hysterically: "Kill him!"

Dissipating the shock that just soared, dozens of burly guys who were brave and fierce on weekdays rushed towards Ye Tianlong in an instant. The pose was like a group of cheerful quiff dogs chasing the elk.

For young people in the gang, fighting, especially this kind of fight with more fights, is always excited.

Although the rostrum is small, it can stand more than 30 people.

Facing the locust-like enemy, Ye Tianlong rushed up first.

The strong guy who rushed to the front and the fastest, the heels of Ye Tianlong collided with each other, his eyes were all gongs.

The iron rod hadn't hit it out, but found that he couldn't hold his foot, and hit Ye Tianlong together, and instantly his hands and feet slammed, and his whole body was in pain.

Ye Tianlong slapped his shoulder, and the strong guy suddenly flew out, falling off the rostrum and dragging a trace of four or five meters.

With a mocking smile on Ye Tianlong's face, his eyes were cold, and his hand was raised backwards, and he grabbed the left foot of someone who kicked him.

"Crack!"

He slammed his knees hard, and there was a dull sound.

Then, Ye Tianlong pushed the body that had lost its combat effectiveness into the crowd following him.

Suddenly, a few people were knocked and rolled and fell by surprise.

The two took the opportunity to attack Ye Tianlong's back. Ye Tianlong didn't even look at it. He turned his body instinctively and blasted out with his hands.

"boom!"

The two of them held their dislocated wrists and backed away, tears of pain flying.

In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen people were abolished. Liang Zikuan and Sister Feng, who were originally ridiculed, all opened their mouths, stupefied that they didn't see how they acted.

Liang Xiucai also frowned, Ruya's face was solemn. He had watched and organized many black boxing competitions, and personally felt the **** smell of black boxing.

He has also seen the brutal tactics used by masters and fierce men to kill and fight like beasts, but compared with the one in front of him, he seems to be of two realms.

Ye Tianlong is not a killing machine, but the king of the world.

"I haven't warmed up yet, go on!"

Ye Tianlong twisted his neck and stood on the carpet on the rostrum, arrogantly hooking his fingers to the Feilong Gang.

For the sake of so-called face, Feilong had to confront Ye Tianlong again, and dozens of people rushed up again.

At the moment they just wanted to use the crowd tactics to defeat Ye Tianlong.

"boom!"

In the unconcealable shock of Liang Xiucai and the others, Ye Tianlong kicked one person seven or eight meters away, and then another volley kick.

The two fell off the stage like winter melons, and then Ye Tianlong rushed into the crowd and waved.

A line of hand knives shining horizontally and horizontally, like a tornado whistling, raging at the enemy who wants to surround.

The screams and panic sounds soon became the main melody of the auditorium, and the scene was as chaotic as possible.

No one had expected that the lamb that was originally thought to be a prey would become a tiger out of the mountain, showing **** fangs.

In less than five minutes, dozens of people were lying around the rostrum.

The dinosaurs have hot eyes.

"No one can fight!"

Ye Tianlong, with a mocking expression on his face, didn't stop there. As soon as he moved his whole body and ran into the flying dragon group, the four people in front were immediately knocked out by him.

The body bombarded more than a dozen people behind, and then Ye Tianlong had two more wooden sticks in his hand, pulled a piece of cloth one time, and turned into a nunchaku.

He lifted the stick and fell, blood bursting.

All the gang rushing up were knocked out by him.

The sunlight outside the window pulled his body out of a beautiful arc.

The charter wife and their expressions were in a trance, and there was a touch of content in their eyes.

The wooden stick stretched forward to hold up the four weapons, and Ye Tianlong unscrewed it with one foot.

The four fell off the rostrum!

Imposing like a rainbow!

"boom!"

Ye Tianlong leaped high, provoked one foot, and one person flew out of the stage like a cannonball, hitting Liang Zikuan heavily in front of them, and fainted with a few wailing sounds.

Ye Tianlong was already full of blood at this time, hideous and terrifying, but most of it was the blood of his opponents.

Although there were several wounds on his body, there was nothing serious about it.

Ye Tianlong is still standing, with more than a hundred people falling around the rostrum.

Liang Zikuan and Feng sister were shocked that they didn't even say anything, and the palms of their hands were sweaty. Liang Xiucai even rubbed his eyes.

Liang Zikuan, who was full of confidence, suddenly fell into a chill, and for the first time felt that the three hundred brothers might not be able to stop Ye Tianlong.

The dinosaurs held their heads tall one by one, feeling the blood in their bodies boiling.

In the past, they always felt abstract about the word God of War, but now they have concrete feelings.

They couldn't wait to stand with Ye Tianlong and face the three armies.

The renter's eyes also flickered with enthusiasm, and there was another thought in her heart.

"carry on……"

Ye Tianlong licked the blood on the machete, looked sad, and then burst out the words that made people break down at the Feilong Gang.

He stood on the high rostrum with his head up, holding the nunchaku high, looking down at Liang Zikuan and them: "Come up."

No one moved, and the remaining Flying Dragon Gang were all scared.

"You can't come, then I'll pass."

Ye Tianlong said lightly, then jumped off the rostrum and walked towards Liang Zikuan.

The two gritted their teeth and charged at Ye Tianlong. They were hit in the jaw just on the way, and the pain was so severe that they lost their combat effectiveness.

"Go, go... don't come here."

Ye Tianlong walked slowly to an enemy who was half-kneeling on the ground, snap! He stepped on the carpet like an ant with one foot, and then slowly walked towards Liang Zikuan and Feng Sister, who had an ugly face.

The latter yelled at the others to continue rushing, while moving back, and at the same time issued a warning to Ye Tianlong:

"stop!"

Ye Tianlong ignored them. The dozens of remaining gangs first rushed forward, but seeing Ye Tianlong's unmatched aura, they all backed away.

They knew very well in their hearts that it was only in vain to fight with their lives, this Ye Tianlong was simply a devil... it was terrible.

Ye Tianlong waved his nunchakus like a shuttle for breaking waves. Wherever he passed, the waves disappeared, and the blood mist rose into the air.

In a blink of an eye, Ye Tianlong passed more than forty people, and the Feilong Gang lay on the ground in all directions, all clutching the key points stabbed by wooden sticks, and no longer had any fighting power.

Ye Tianlong sneered:

"carry on……"

The cold and impersonal voice hit the hearts of the Feilong Gang, Liang Zikuan had the illusion that his will was about to collapse after hearing these two words.