Chapter 200

Boom!

The car broke into the entrance of Qinghua hall with the brand of Nongjiale!

The violent crash awakened the sleeping members of the Qinghua club. The members of the Qinghua club were really not simple. When Xu Zifeng drove to the front, someone had already rushed down with a knife.

Xu Zifeng did not brake, rushed up, rushed down a few people quickly scattered, Xu Zifeng came to a drift, hit two people, without a pause, and the person in front of him knocked to the ground, rolling in the past, followed by a car back, the person behind did not escape.

In the blink of an eye, none of the first people who rushed out could get up!

When the car stops, Xu Zifeng comes out and picks up the knives on the ground. Lei Changjiang picks up two of them. Wang Bing grabs a handful of blood from one of them, smears it on his face and stimulates himself. He picks up the knife, cuts off a piece of clothes from him, ties the chopper to his hand and follows Xu Zifeng.

Xu Zifeng is in front, Lei Changjiang is on the left, and Wang Bing is on the right.

Three people along the corridor to go up, there is a kind of wind Xiaoxiao Xi easy water cold feeling!

After less than seven steps, more than ten people appeared in front of Xu Zifeng. These people were naked and obviously woke up from their sleep. The first strong man yelled: "what are you? Do you know where this is? "

Xu Zifeng didn't answer. He continued to step up. The strong man cheered coldly: "Damn, you dare to act wild on the site of Qinghua club. You are dead. Give me your life."

The strong man rushed to Xu Zifeng and cut him down with a knife!

Wang Bing's heart, which had been settled down, was a little flustered at the moment. At this moment, Xu Zifeng cut the knife out!

Wheezing——

The sound is harsh!

The strong man continued to lean forward, but he felt something wrong. Without waiting for him to find out what was wrong, the knife in his hand fell out of the air, and his body also fell down. He wanted to stand firm, but he didn't feel the existence of his legs. When he lowered his head, he found that the bottom was empty, and there was only his upper body. The strong man opened his mouth to talk, but he couldn't even open his mouth.

Bang!

The strong man landed on the ground. At this time, he finally saw his two legs, still staying on the steps. There was a big blood arrow shooting high into the air!

Then, no more then.

The strong man can't die any more. He has no consciousness, but his eyes are full of fear!

It's not only the strong man himself who is scared, but also Wang Bing. What kind of strength is needed to do this step? Cut it in half. Even if Wang Bing sees the truth, he still can't believe it.

What's more frightening is the ten or so people who follow the strong man. When the strong man's upper body is cut off, they seem to have been ordered to stop and shake their hands.

Xu Zifeng took another step forward, kicking the strong man's two legs and hitting them. They recovered, but they didn't make any unnecessary reaction. Xu Zifeng's knife was cut down again.

Chop, chop

Beheading, laparotomy

Wang Bing only saw more than ten sword lights flash by, and all the people in front of them were cut in half, neat! At the moment, the word "shock" can no longer describe Wang Bing's thoughts.

Lei Changjiang said, "Wang, it's just the beginning. The good play is still to come."

Just after turning the corner, more people were killed, hundreds of them crowded on the corridor, but those who could kill them were those in the front, Lei Changjiang and Wang Bing also took part in the war.

Maybe it was because of the stimulation. Wang Bing, who had vomited weakly, burst out the strength he had never had before, and the fierce strength. Soon, the three men were covered with blood!

Xu Zifeng's injury is not too heavy, but it is not light. Even if his body's recovery energy is much stronger than ordinary people, he should have a good rest and recuperation, so that he will be better in the future.

However, he is not qualified to recuperate, and the sword of death is hanging on his head. He has to fight and fight. Fortunately, Xiao Jun's hellish training has greatly extended Xu Zifeng's endurance. Otherwise, he would not have been able to sustain such a high-intensity fight.

Xu Zifeng is killing and harvesting life without expression. He doesn't just rely on brute force to fight and hone his gun fighting skills. In the blink of an eye, more than ten minutes later, Xu Zifeng stepped on the corpses and shed blood to the corridor. There are more people in the corridor, with two or three hundred people in front and back.

Wang Bing, who was covered with blood, said, "all the people in this hall are here."

"That's a good catch, so we don't have to look around."

Lei Changjiang laughs and says that a moustache comes out of the crowd of Qinghua club. What he is carrying is not a machete, but two three edged thorns. He stares at Xu Zifeng and says, "who are you?"

"Dead man!"

"Damn, pretend in front of me!" Moustache was angry. "Do you think it's great to kill more than 100 people? I still have more than 200 people. Can you kill them all? "

"You'll never know the answer!"

"Hum, I'm also a man who can practice my intelligence!" Moustache recognized the meaning of Xu Zifeng's words and roared, "brothers, avenge the dead brothers and kill them!"

Roar, moustache killed out first. He wants to catch the thief and the king first, and is ready to take the most powerful Xu Zifeng. The rest two people will not be worried. Moustache wants to strike a knife with Xu Zifeng first, and then let him cut a knife, and he takes the opportunity to take Xu Zifeng's life!

Xu Zifeng raises the sword, hands!

But it's not a chopper, it's a flying sword!

The Throwing Knife shot quickly in front of moustache. Moustache didn't react slowly, but he still couldn't flash. The Throwing Knife shot into his chest, and all of it went into the meat!

When moustache looked down and saw the bleeding chest, he looked unbelievable. Xu Zifeng's machete arrived again!

Flying knife is faster, chopper is faster!

Click!

Xu Zifeng cut off mustache's head with a knife!

At the moment when his head flew empty, mustache's last consciousness was not that he was unwilling to die like this, but that he felt that all the people in Tangkou would die by his knife. He wanted to give an order to escape, but he could do nothing, and his consciousness dissipated.

The crowd of the Qinghua society was frightened again, but their eyes were filled with anger and hatred. A voice roared, "revenge for my brother, revenge for my brothers!"

"Revenge for my brother, revenge for my brothers!"

"Revenge! Revenge! Revenge

Three or four hundred people drank in unison and rushed to Xu Zifeng without fear of death. Xu Zifeng's eyes were awe inspiring. The Qinghua club is really not simple. Under such a threat, ordinary underground forces would have killed them, but the Qinghua club can still produce such a terrible combat effectiveness!

One can see the whole picture. If one entrance is like this, other entrances can't be different. What's the style of the headquarters of Qinghua society, the four top pillars and song Tiancheng, who is ambitious to restore the former glory of Qinggang?

With such subordinates, no wonder song Tiancheng dares to have such ambition!

With these thoughts in mind, Xu Zifeng is full of pride. It's a blessing to have such an opponent. Song Tiancheng will be a good grindstone for him. If he can sharpen him, he must also be sharp!

For the warm home, for her beloved!

"Kill

Xu Zifeng a violent drink, these people are brave, Xu Zifeng will give them the greatest respect, that is to fight!

"Kill

Lei Changjiang and Wang Bing drank together. Their voices were not as loud as theirs, but their momentum was not weak at all. The three of them were back to back, fighting in blood!

The members of the Qinghua association are rushing forward, like waves after waves, towards Xu Zifeng and the three of them. They are like a stone standing in the whirlpool of the earth. I will stand tall when you are in the flood!

Wang Bing and Lei Changjiang can't kill each other any more. Their hands are softer and their strength is weaker and weaker. They are also chopped from time to time. If Xu Zifeng didn't help them, they would have been cut down in a pool of blood.

Even Xu Zifeng felt the pressure. He had changed five knives in his hand, and the bodies under his feet were piled up into hills, but those people never flinched. Xu Zifeng took a deep breath. Compared with the pressure from the enemy, what is this pressure?

Xu Zifeng uses his feet to hook up a knife, holds a knife in both hands, waves two knives, and continues to kill. The members of the Qinghua club are getting fewer and fewer, and Xu Zifeng also starts to get hurt!

Wang Bing said: "Lei Dashao, you and the boss go quickly." The "boss" in Wang Bing's mouth is naturally Xu Zifeng. When he says these two words, it's very natural, as if that's the way it is.

"Go on, two or three hundred people have been killed, and there are thirty or forty. I'm afraid of a bird! Don't tell me, you can't chop! "

"I... I..."

"I despise you!"

"Who says I can't chop, Lei Dashao? Let's see who can chop more!"

"I'm afraid you can't do it

Lei Changjiang rushed down from the corpse mountain, followed by Wang Bing. They ran faster, but Xu Zifeng ran faster than them. Lei Changjiang called: "boss!"

"How can I lose such a bet?"

Xu Zifeng was the first to enter the crowd. The remaining 30 or 40 people said they were not afraid of being fake. They were all scared to cry, but they were crying, and the knife was cutting at Xu Zifeng. Another one cried: "brothers, the three of them are at the end of a strong crossbow. With one more effort, they can be cut down, and we can avenge our brothers."

"As long as the crossbow is not broken, no matter what the end of the crossbow is, it is also a crossbow!"

When Xu Zifeng drinks, he opens his arms and pushes the gang forward with two knives. As soon as he pulls the machete, four people in the front row fall down. Two people in the middle chop at Xu Zifeng. Xu Zifeng squeezes through them, but two machetes cut their necks.

At this time, the fight is perseverance!

Who can persist to the end, who can survive!

"I hold him, Shanzi. Come on, kill him. Don't worry about me, kill him!"

A member of the Qinghua society hugs Xu Zifeng's legs. Another person cuts him from the side. Xu Zifeng throws the knife out and stabs Shanzi's chest. At the same time, he cuts off the man's hands with another knife and continues to kill him.

Lei Changjiang and Wang Bing have no knives in their hands. Each of them is holding a member of the Qinghua society. They use every means to bite their teeth or hit their heads!

Xu Zifeng shook his body, and he was about to lose his support. The continuous shopping and fighting made his body's endurance reach the limit. Seeing this, the member of Qinghua society in front of him thought that the opportunity was coming. He rushed forward and yelled: "take your life!"