Seeing someone blocking him in front of him, Fu Sheng slowed down the car and wanted to turn around and run back. When he turned around, he saw a car stopping behind him, and four people got out of the car. One of them was the thug Jia.
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It seemed that it was impossible to run away. The crops on both sides were already as tall as one person, and it was impossible to pass through the ground like last time. Moreover, the ditches on both sides of this section of road were relatively deep. It seemed that people had gone early.
I have found a position for myself. Damn! Just give it a try!
Fusheng put down his motorcycle and shook his fist. There were more than a dozen people coming towards him, and four people behind him. It seemed that the only way to do this was to knock down these four people first! Fusheng was thinking.
"He's going to run! Catch him and beat him!"
When Xu Hong saw Fusheng far away, he stopped and shouted hurriedly. The dozen or so people in front immediately rushed towards Fusheng. As soon as Fusheng saw it, he turned around and ran, rushing towards the four people behind him.
The four people behind him were well prepared. Two of them ran two steps forward and punched Fusheng simultaneously, one left and one right on Fusheng's shoulders. The other person followed closely behind and kicked Fusheng in the middle.
face door.
The three people took action at the same time to greet Fusheng, but the leading thug did not take action. He knew Fusheng's skills after suffering a loss last time, so he waited for the opportunity behind him. As long as one of the three people could hit Fusheng, then he
I will take the opportunity to show off my power.
They were very fast, and Fusheng was not slow either. He rushed up to meet the three people, suddenly waved his fists, and punched out the fists of the two people on the opposite side. The four fists collided, and only two sounds of "Ouch!" were heard.
There was a scream, and the two people on the opposite side were shaking their hands and jumping on the ground in pain, with both wrists dislocated.
At this moment, the kick from the opposite direction had arrived. It was too late for Fusheng to hide. In desperation, Fusheng leaned back, took advantage of the momentum and flew up with his right foot, and kicked the flying kick with a clang.
On that calf.
"'Ouch!' 'Oh my God!' "' The boy opposite yelled and leaned back, and a green onion hit the ground. He ate for a while and almost died! At the same time, Fusheng also stepped back and walked out.
Two or three steps.
Opportunity! Absolutely an opportunity! Thug A thought this was a good opportunity and couldn’t miss it. So he ran two steps and jumped: "Super Cyclone Kick!" He was so excited that he shouted like he was watching a fight in a cartoon.
He came out and swept his leg towards Fusheng's head. He thought to himself that this kick would make you vomit blood!
Fusheng took two steps back, and before he could stand still, he suddenly saw a kick flying towards him. He didn't dare to neglect, and shouted: "I can do it too!" He bent down, landed on one leg and spun sharply,
The other leg drew an arc and swept towards the opponent's lower leg.
"Oops!" "Plop!" One of the thugs fell to the ground and grinned, while the other one rolled to the side on the spot, fearing that Fusheng would come over and give him another kick.
It was too late, but it was fast. Four people were placed on two sides, and two of them had their wrists dislocated. This was just a face-to-face meeting, which lasted less than ten seconds. The dozen or so people who caught up behind were dumbfounded at that time.
He stood there scared and at a loss.
"Nima! Copy that guy! Beat him to death!" Xu Hong shouted from behind. At the same time, he took out a dozen wooden sticks from the car and threw them at the dozen or so people who were stunned. Everyone turned back to pick them up.
Sticks on the ground.
How dare Fusheng dare to neglect when he saw him? How could he still have a chance to leave if he didn't leave at this time? Without thinking too much, Fusheng rushed over to meet more than a dozen people with a quick step, and with a flying kick, the one in front of him was grabbing a wooden stick from his waist.
The guy did a somersault, grabbed the wooden stick with his hand, and threw it towards the crowd! The wooden stick swept towards the crowd in a circle and hit one person on the waist. The guy let out a loud scream.