Lu Xiaobei looked at Xiao Qiao and asked, "Aren't you afraid of death?"
"I am willing to die with you!" Xiao Qiao said.
Lu Xiaobei smiled, and everyone in the stick group laughed boldly, their smiles were like the cracked sky.
An Siyuan was in the distance. He didn't know what these people said, so he asked: "Boss Evil, what are these people talking about? Why are they laughing? Are you crazy because of fear?"
The evil spirit shook his head and said, "I don't know what they said, but it seems that Stick is going to take their people with Lu Xiaobei to kill us!"
"They didn't do it to us, it was us doing it to them!" After An Siyuan said this, he didn't want to talk nonsense anymore. He raised his machete and shouted: "Brothers, come to me and chop to death those people in front!"
The word "hack to death" is easy to say, but there are only a few people who actually rush forward who dare to actually kill. Except for a few bastards called from the society, they may not have the ability to destroy people, but they are still tough enough to kill.
The courage to kill, killing does not rely on your own strength in numbers, you must have a heart that can withstand pressure!
When Lu Xiaobei and his group of more than thirty people saw that more than three hundred people were rushing towards them, they did not hesitate. No one gave in. They picked up their machetes and charged towards these people, almost in the blink of an eye.
, two groups of people bumped into each other, shouting kill. The sound of metal collision suddenly became loud.
Lu Xiaobei held a military thorn and rushed into the crowd, stabbing anyone he saw. His steps were erratic, and everyone could grasp the direction of his next move. Every time Lu Xiaobei walked ten steps, several people would fall down.
Lu Xiaobei tried his best this time. In the past when fighting in this school, he didn't want to kill anyone, he just stabbed at the vital points. But today, he will not be soft, and will not keep the names of these people, and stab each time.
, they all stab each other at the most critical place. Every stab kills a person!
In the melee, almost no one dared to approach Lu Xiaobei. After seeing Lu Xiaobei's skills, many people realized that this person was not Lu Ming, he was really Lu Xiaobei, the man who dominated the entire H Province.
The underworld’s Lu Xiaobei!
Many people had already chosen to turn around and run away. Lu Xiaobei would not chase those who escaped, but rushed directly towards An Siyuan.
The crowd was shaking. It was not easy to fight a way out among more than 300 people. Lu Xiaobei risked his own life and rushed forward, rushing towards An Siyuan's position.
Just when he was about to approach An Siyuan, the evil spirit suddenly appeared. I had a machete in my hand and slashed at Lu Xiaobei. Lu Xiaobei faced this sudden blow and refused to retreat.
Come in, hold it upside down and rush forward.
When approaching the evil ghost, Lu Xiaobei suddenly jumped up, tightly pressed his legs together, and kicked the evil ghost's chest with both feet. Before the evil ghost opened the mountain sword and swung it out, Lu Xiaobei's chest was hit hard by Lu Xiaobei.
Kicked hard.
The whole person took two steps back and fell to the ground. This was not over yet. After Lu Xiaobei landed, he held a dagger and walked towards the evil ghost. The evil ghost saw Lu Xiaobei coming over on the ground and fell down in fear.
As he stepped back, Lu Xiaobei stabbed his calf with a military thorn, causing blood to flow out.
The evil ghost hugged his calf and screamed in pain. He couldn't climb a step anymore. At this time, the dozens of people from the society called by the evil ghost rushed up with machetes. They had no idea what to do if the person in front of them
If it was really Lu Xiaobei, then if they went up like this, they would die. If they took a wait-and-see attitude and didn't rescue the boss when they saw him being killed, it would be detrimental to the morality of the world, so a few people rushed up together.
I thought to myself that no matter how powerful Lu Xiaobei was, it would be impossible for him to be able to withstand so many machetes by himself.
At this moment, Xiao Qiao rushed up with a few people. Even though Xiao Qiao was a girl, she fought more fiercely than the boys. He held two machetes in his hand, slashing left and right.
He reached the side of Lu Xiaobei. When he saw that Lu Xiaobei was under siege, he rushed forward desperately. The two knives made two beautiful cuts in the air and resisted several machetes, but after all, he was alone.
He was weak and was struck by a few swords coming from behind, hitting his shoulders and chest.
Stick saw this scene and rushed forward desperately. He had been stabbed seven or eight times and was bleeding. However, Machete's own sister was threatened, so he ignored it. Even if he died, he couldn't let it go.
His sister was hurt.
When the stick rushed here, Xiao Qiao had already been stabbed several times and fell to the ground. Lu Xiaobei didn't care about the evil ghost anymore and rushed towards the group of people who were slashing Xiao Qiao, stabbing him in the chest with the gun.
Passing by, the cold light of the knife passed through Lu Xiaobei's chest in an arc before the blink of an eye. The bodies of several people surrounding Lu Xiaobei were all opened with long cuts by the military thorns.
Another group of people rushed up. Lu Xiaobei turned to the stick and said: "Take Xiao Qiao and leave. It's up to me! I'll support you!"
Stick nodded, picked up Xiao Qiao and was about to run, but a group of An Siyuan's students came up behind him.
Stick's men rushed towards the group of people gathered behind them, and a younger brother shouted: "Brother, you run with Miss in your arms, we will support you!"
Sticky picked up Xiao Qiao without hesitating and rushed out. When he rushed out, his back was stabbed several times, but he did not fall down. His determination to save his sister made his vitality even more tenacious.
Da Zhuang also tried his best. This kid is usually honest and honest, but today's battle brought out his wildness. He dealt with seven or eight people by himself. Although he had a few wounds on his body and head, he completely ignored his own safety.
The injury was serious, but the group of people holding machetes tried their best.
In short, Da Zhuang would rather die himself than drag a few others to die with him, so when Da Zhuang takes out his sword, he is also quite fierce. The swords are all aimed at people's lives and do not leave any space for others.
At the same time, he doesn't leave any escape route for himself. This desperate fighting style is a bit like Yang Shuai.
Lu Xiaobei held the dagger, and a cold light flashed. Four or five people surrounding Lu Xiaobei fell down almost at the same time. Some were directly stabbed to death, and some still had the strength to breathe. Lu Xiaobei's eyes were red.
This was one of the most difficult battles he had ever encountered. There were more than thirty people fighting against three hundred opponents, and it was an away game. No matter in terms of numbers or momentum, An Siyuan was no match for him.
However, after the beating for so long, Lu Xiaobei was only hit a few times with the iron rod, and there was not even a single stab wound. However, the thirty or so people brought by the stick were already lying on the ground, and more than twenty people were already lying on the ground. During the beating like this