Wu Feng broke into the crowd, caring about Zhou Ming, and was accidentally stabbed twice on the back. He was furious, and the two machetes in his hands started dancing wildly. As expected, he was born with supernatural power, and five or six people close to him fell down in response.
Wu Feng looked up and saw dense crowds of people everywhere he saw, holding swords, guns and sticks in their hands. Zhou Ming could not be seen at all. He was anxious and shouted: "Zhou Ming, where are you?"
But in an instant, he was overwhelmed by the crowd. Countless swords, guns and sticks were thrown at his head. Wu Feng dodged it sideways, kicked a bald man away, and forced himself to crowd in. He only heard someone shouting from the crowd.
Said: "That Zhou Ming is about to die, let's work harder and kill him!"
Wu Feng was horrified. When he went to tell Chu Tingting to carry him out, he did see Zhou Ming being stabbed horizontally in the waist by a big man with a machete. He was bleeding at the time, and he didn't know what he was doing now. He slashed left and stabbed right.
Then, he squeezed towards the person who just spoke, but was stabbed in the leg by someone unknown.
For the members of Wutang, their ability to withstand blows has reached a certain level. They are not afraid of fists and sticks, but they are helpless with knives. After all, the body is not made of iron, and it will have to be cut with a knife. Wu Feng roared angrily and cut it out again.
Several people around him were cut down, but a dense crowd surged up again.
"Zhou Ming!" Wu Feng took a few steps and finally saw Zhou Ming, who was fighting as bloody as him.[
It's just that Zhou Ming's condition is much more miserable than him. He is covering his waist that is still bleeding with one hand, and he is dodging in the crowd with a pale face. Sometimes he raises his fist to knock down one, sometimes he raises his foot to knock down a pair. "Then.
!" Wu Feng shouted and threw the machete in his hand. Zhou Ming reached out to take it and slashed at the person closest to him.
"Ah..." the man screamed, and one of his arms flew to nowhere.
"Tan Bai, where are you? Get out of here!" Zhou Ming's eyes turned red, and a machete flew up and down in his hand. Everyone was so shocked that they backed away. For a moment, no one dared to step forward.
Wu Feng took the opportunity to step forward and lean behind Zhou Ming. The two of them were back to back, looking coldly at the restless crowd in all directions.
"How are you?" Wu Feng asked in a deep voice.
"It's okay." Zhou Ming said softly: "I was slashed on the waist, but the other parts are not worth mentioning. What about you?"