Chapter 302

"Hoo

Zhao Wenguang pounced first and fought close.

See the opponent rushed, six uniformed men also backhand pull out the dagger, swish swish cut to Zhao Wenguang.

Zhao Wenguang also had a thin knife on his way. He lowered his head and rushed to the cold light of the dagger.

"Rush

Three knife points cut Zhao Wenguang's clothes, but also a touch of blood. In the woman's confusion, Zhao Wenguang is like a willow branch in the wind, shaking wildly.

Shua, Shua, Shua, Shua, the light of the sword cuts the void. It's just a matter of a moment. The cold sword's breaking the wind suddenly stops.

In the process, Zhao Wenguang's dagger did not touch the man's thin knife.

And the six uniformed men with knives, all shaking and falling in the pool of blood, groaning and miserable.

Some of them were robbed of their chests, some of them were stabbed in their thighs, and more importantly, there was a sad scar on their chest and abdomen. It was not deep, but it was enough to make them lose the ability to fight again.

But the woman in green can see that even if these men can fight again, they can't gather their fighting spirit.

Zhao Wenguang just fought against the injury and made a reckless move. He had to bring down these opponents in one round. Only in this way can he deter them.

A few sharp small wounds appeared on Zhao Wenguang's body, but his expression was not touched at all, so people could not see the depth.

In fact, his head was very painful, stimulating his nerves like a nail.

In the distance, Wu lingshuang's eyes twinkled, and her pretty face was a bit surprised. She overestimated Zhao Wenguang as much as possible, but she didn't expect to underestimate him.

She could see that the men in uniform brought by the women in green were all the first-class masters of the Kong family, but they were all so elite that they were all knocked down.

She really wants to pull Ye Tianlong over and let the pig keeper have a look. What is the king of war.

However, ye Tianlong is still missing. If the way to the vault is blocked, Wu lingshuang wants to see what happened to the bastard.

"Death -"

at this moment, without giving Zhao Wenguang any buffer time, the woman in green moved her steps and shot at Zhao Wenguang like a cheetah.

The flying smoke became the best cover for her attack. Countless pungent gases poured into Zhao Wenguang's mouth and nose with her forward body.

One punch.

Zhao Wenguang snorted coldly. Instead of retreating, he went forward to fight. It was also a blow.

"Bang!"

Two punches collide! White smoke twisted in the fist.

The woman in green flew straight out, and a mouthful of blood gushed out of her mouth, blooming wantonly in mid air!

Lost! Lost!

This is her idea of falling to the ground. She lost in one move!

Zhao Wenguang's eyelids jumped and bit his lips to wake him up.

"Whoosh!"

Just when Zhao Wenguang wanted to get close to the woman in green and take her hostage, the old man in grey had already come out of the smoke.

He bounced up and swept his legs out with a spin.

Zhao Wenguang shook his head and hit the old man in grey with a backhand.

His fists flew in the air and hissed in the air.

"Bang!"

The old man in grey staggered and stepped back three steps. He felt that his attack had been pushed back by a powerful force.

The domineering force made the tendons of his heel numb. Zhao Wenguang also bled in his mouth and stepped back.

They look at each other, appreciating and fighting.

The old man in grey was rarely touched. Then he left his foot and jumped out again.

His right leg, like the core of a poisonous snake, kept turning. Soon, he was dazzled and killed in front of Zhao Wenguang. His right leg kept swinging, as if it were blooming in the air.

Zhao Wenguang did not panic, and then a top knee, toward the old man's legs and feet in gray.

"Bang, bang!"

Zhao Wenguang broke the old man's leg attack with two knees in a row, and gradually appeared surprised.

The leg technique used by the old man in grey is not only fancy, but also confusing.

What's more, Zhao Wenguang found that his movements could not keep up with his consciousness, and his strength began to be lax.

"Whoosh!"

The old man in grey catches his mistake, and his body shakes and shortens the distance between the two sides.

Zhao Wenguang moved his position subconsciously.

Almost just moved away, the other side's toes skimmed, so that the abdominal pain.

"Whoosh!"

The old man in grey roared and attacked again when he failed, and a breath of autumn wind came to his face.

Zhao Wenguang only felt the pain in his face. His eyes flashed a touch of surprise. However, the old man in grey is really powerful.

The idea turns, the old man's attack has come to the front.Zhao Wenguang immediately put up his arms to defend.

"Bang bang!"

The other side's legs and feet repeatedly hit Zhao Wenguang's arms. The latter only felt that a strong force poured in, which forced him to withdraw seven steps.

In the face of the dazzling leg technique of the old man in grey clothes, Zhao Wenguang didn't do any other moves. He took advantage of the weak shadow of the opponent's leg and kicked it out with a powerful sweep.

This foot swept out, the old man in grey was pressed back, and he stepped back three meters to stand firm.

The pain and numbness from his calf showed Zhao Wenguang's sweeping and kicking power.

It's just that Zhao Wenguang's mouth is bleeding, and his face is very uncomfortable, but he soon straightens up and sneers:

"old and strong."

Seeing that Zhao Wenguang was so arrogant, the old man in grey was suddenly angry and attacked again with a low roar. His attack power and speed reached the peak.

He swung his leg as soon as he turned around. His legs were in a mess, just like the fireworks on the ground, flying around.

In the face of indiscriminate bombardment over the leg can not be distinguished, Zhao Wenguang did not have any redundant action, but also a clean and beautiful straight top knee.

"Bang!"

Straight line top knee, with the force of waist and crotch, the gray clothes old man's leg technique that has not yet fully bloomed, like the Begonia in the wind and rain is generally fragile, falling in the wind.

But his reaction is very fast, a pain in the right leg, left foot immediately raised point out, a hard foot, solid point on the other side of the abdomen.

With a dull sound, Zhao Wenguang covered his stomach and stepped back two steps in a row.

Although we can't see Zhao Wenguang's expression of bowing his head, we can see that his stomach must be tumbling at the moment.

The old man in grey snorted. He didn't hesitate to attack again. He moved his body and jumped up with his body, and hit his opponent with a sharp elbow.

"Bang!"

Although Zhao Wenguang withstood the pain and tried his best to block the attack, his hands still made a brittle sound, and then his body shook and his legs softened.

He was almost knelt down by the old man in Grey's elbow. His right arm and wrist hurt as if they were about to break. He felt that his whole body was scattered from the wrist down.

But he soon gritted his teeth and held back. He put his left arm on the old man's shoulder and let him hum and take three steps back.

"To die!"

The old man in grey was cold in the face and close to Zhao Wenguang in the body.

Dizzy and seriously injured, Zhao Wenguang has no time to resist, so he can only watch the slap hit him.

"Bang!"

With a shock, he fell seven or eight meters backward and landed at the junction of the corridor.

"Game, it's time to end."

"Click, click!"

When the old man in grey came forward to mend Zhao Wenguang's foot, another bull headed bandit appeared at one end of the corridor. He rushed to the hall with a narrow cart in his hand.

On the top of the car, there are six black bags with no firm holes, and there is a faint golden light.

"Bull head, go, go!"

At this time, Zhao Wenguang suddenly struggled, jumped out, hugged the old man's thigh, and yelled at his companion:

"escape."

Bullhead bandit slightly a Leng, forward step subconsciously slow, but the inertia of the car or let him forward a few meters, he Lengran looking at everything in front of him.

"Go?"

The old man in gray clothes squeezes out a word, then with a wave of his left hand, pats Zhao Wenguang on the back, and blows the latter out with another mouthful of blood.

Then with a lift and a sweep of his thigh, Zhao Wenguang flew out again and crashed into a special counter. The glass was broken, the blood was sprayed and he was half dead, but he still cried out: "go..."

Bullhead bandit did not leave, still standing in place.