Zhang Zhuang has been hiding in the hidden place in front of the Xianshou Nightclub for almost three hours. According to the news he received, bald Cheng Jin should come here to play today. He looked at his watch and saw that it was past midnight in the north.
In the middle of the night, the cold wind kept blowing over his body, and his thin clothes could not withstand the chill. However, Zhang Zhuang seemed to have no feeling at all. He just held the sharp sword tightly in his hand and stared at it intently.
Holding the door of the nightclub, there is only one word in his mind: kill!
The only thing he thought about in the past two days was how to kill the bald Cheng Jin and avenge his dead brother. This idea took root and sprouted in his body like a seed, and gradually grew up. He had not slept for several days.
His eyes were bloodshot. As soon as he closed his eyes, he could see his brothers standing in front of him covered in blood, looking at him with sad eyes. That kind of eyes made people feel extreme pain in their hearts.
, he knew that if he could not avenge these dead brothers, then he would not be able to feel at ease for the rest of his life. As for his own life and death, Zhang Zhuang no longer cared about it!
After a long wait, two cars finally stopped in front of the Shou Shou Nightclub. First, four or five strong young men got out of the car. From their clothes and expressions, anyone with a discerning eye could tell that they were street gangsters.
Then the door of a Mercedes-Benz opened, and a bald man wearing a black suit came out of it. It was the bald Cheng Jin that Zhang Zhuang had been waiting for for a long time!
As soon as Zhang Zhuang saw Cheng Jin, he felt his head heat up and his eyes were immediately filled with blazing fire. He calmed down, fixed the saber tightly on his hand with a cloth strap, and took a deep breath. He raised his head
He looked at the dark sky, the stars were twinkling, maybe this was his last sight in the world! He spat hard on the ground, and suddenly used his legs to rush towards the bald Cheng Jin. He rushed to them in the blink of an eye.
In front of him, he raised the sharp saber in his hand and slashed at the bald Cheng Jin.
Today, the people who came out with the bald Cheng Jin were all elites in the gang, and they were all experienced veterans of the martial arts. As soon as they saw a figure rushing towards them, they immediately knew something was wrong, and immediately took out the machete from their arms,
Hastily responded to the challenge.
There was a loud noise, and when the knife in Zhang Zhuang's hand was about to chop the bald Cheng Jin's neck open, a Japanese sword held the saber at the right moment, sending out dazzling sparks in the dark night, and he took action in time.
It was none other than his number one general, Murong Shan. Murong Shan was indeed worthy of his name. He was indeed a ruthless man who had grown up in playing games. His reaction speed was indeed unparalleled. Before his consciousness could react, he relied on instinct.
He blocked the fatal knife blow for the bald Cheng Jin. Zhang Zhuang and Murong Shan felt their palms go numb at the same time, and the knife in their hands almost flew out. Both of them were shocked in their hearts, and then they praised: What a skill!
When he saw the attacker's appearance clearly, the pupils in Murong Shan's eyes tightened. It was Zhang Zhuang, the third brother from Taiping District who they had been looking for for several days! He thought that Zhang Zhuang had already gone out of town.
Thinking that he is still in H City and almost killed Bald Cheng Jin today.
Murong Shan only felt that the blood in his body began to boil. The more powerful the opponent, the more courageous and fierce his characteristics were. He smiled sinisterly, and without saying a word, he swung the Japanese sword in his hand again, fiercely.
Zhang Zhuang slashed at Zhang Zhuang. Zhang Zhuang dodged the blade, ignoring Murong Shan's fierce attack. The saber in his hand went straight to stab the chest of the bald Cheng Jin who was still standing there. He had already made up his mind to fight even if he was injured.
Take Cheng Jin’s life away!
But the opportunity was fleeting. How could Murong Shan give Zhang Zhuang a chance to succeed? He shouted loudly, flipped his wrist, and used the old Japanese sword to lift it diagonally upwards, and slashed towards Zhang Zhuang's lower abdomen. If this happened
If he succeeded, Zhang Zhuang would be disemboweled on the spot.
Zhang Zhuang had no choice but to take two steps back quickly to avoid Murong Shan's vicious sword. At this time, the bald Cheng Jin had already escaped from the battle circle and was surrounded and protected by two bodyguards with horizontal swords.
Sighing secretly, he knew that if he didn't defeat the extraordinary kung fu man in front of him today, let alone revenge, it would be a question of whether he could escape. Thinking of this, General Zhang Zhuang swung his sword and slashed at Murong Shan quickly.
, Murong Shan did not retreat but moved forward, stepping towards Zhang Zhuang. The Japanese sword in his right hand blocked Zhang Zhuang's saber, and at the same time he kicked Zhang Zhuang's calf. This set of movements was completed in the blink of an eye.
Zhang Zhuang's body jerked back to let go of Murong Shan's attack. Then the saber in his hand changed from cutting to stabbing, and he pounced at Murong Shan, who was already using old tricks. Murong Shan was so experienced in fighting, how could he do it so easily?
Zhang Zhuang succeeded, and with a loud cry, he threw the Japanese sword in his hand to the ground. He stepped aside to avoid the sword, hugged Zhang Zhuang's body with both hands, and hit Zhang Zhuang's face with his head, with a crisp snap.
Zhang Zhuang and Murong Shan felt their heads buzzing at the same time, and the two people hugging each other began to feel dizzy. At this time, the three thugs who had been waiting next to them seized this perfect opportunity and rushed
The knives attacked Zhang Zhuang, and the situation immediately became extremely unfavorable for Zhang Zhuang, who was alone and outnumbered!
Zhang Zhuang's face was bleeding profusely from Murong Shan's headbutt. He knew that if he could not escape from Murong Shan's bear hug, he would be trapped here today. His head was hot and he shouted loudly.
The injured head hit Murong Shan hard. The attack had an immediate effect. No matter how fierce Murong Shan was, he was severely hit by the full force of the impact. He shook his body a few times and let go of his hands involuntarily.
Zhang Zhuang took this opportunity, quickly picked up the saber in his hand, and stabbed Murong Shan's lower abdomen viciously, only to feel that the sharp saber in his hand entered something soft.
Murong Shan felt a chill in his lower abdomen and was shocked. After being beaten back and forth from the God of Death several times, he knew that he had been stabbed by a knife. His right hand quickly covered the wound on his stomach. At this time, Zhang
The strong saber still had not been withdrawn from his body. In desperation, he had no choice but to hold the saber blade tightly with his left hand. His fingers were immediately cut by the sharp blade, and blood flowed quickly from his palm.
Zhang Zhuang did not expect Murong Shan to be so ferocious. Originally, he wanted to rotate the blade around Murong Shan and then withdraw it. In this case, no matter how powerful Murong Shan was, he would immediately lose his combat effectiveness. It would be good if he could save his life.
But he didn't expect that Murong Shan would dare to grab his saber with his bare hands! He was unable to move. Zhang Zhuang's eyes flashed fiercely, and he turned his right hand violently downwards. The saber rotated with his movements, and Murong Shan screamed on the opposite side.
With a sound, the veins on his head popped up, and he grabbed the saber with both hands at the same time, preventing Zhang Zhuang from moving again.
At this time, three other bald Cheng Jin's men had already arrived at Zhang Zhuang's side. They raised their machetes and slashed at him fiercely. Zhang Zhuang relied on instinct and subconsciously turned his head, and chopped his shoulder with the machete.
Go up, he first felt a cold shoulder, and then a huge pain hit his mind. He staggered, but did not panic. He leaned his body, dodged another machete coming towards him, and kicked Murong Shan's thigh.
, with this force, he quickly retracted his arm and pulled out the saber tightly tied to his right hand from Murong Shan's body. The sharp blade quickly passed between Murong Shan's hands, and Murong Shan was miserable again.
With a cry, several fingers had been cut off by the saber and fell to the ground. Zhang Zhuang didn't have time to check the wounds on his body. He swung the saber in his hand with all his strength and accurately cut the aorta on the neck of a gangster, followed by a shrill cry.
There was a sound, and a puff of blood spurted into the air. The gangster shook his body a few times and fell to the ground.