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【015】Blow up the audience

"Well done!" Chu Zhendong suddenly used his other hand to punch, and it hit Zhou Zuipao's palm, but it felt like an iron plate had been hit, and the shock made his joints ache.

Tuesday's attack was not easy either. Although Chu Zhendong's punch was aimed at speed, the force was still over a hundred kilograms. The punches were against the palms, and they hit the weak point of the tiger's mouth first and last. It was obvious who suffered the most.

Brother Dong succeeded with one blow, and without stopping, he took advantage of the advantage and attacked continuously, defeating the Tuesday Artillery.

"Hey, boy, are you practicing Iron Sand Palm? Do you want to trick me? Come on, come on, keep on striking."

Half of Tuesday Pao's arms were paralyzed, and he didn't dare to use his hands to parry. He could only distance himself, and his legs were like the wind, but he was not defeated for a while.

Chu Zhendong knew very well the principle of "killing someone while he is sick". This group of people traveled a long distance to Anyang. They definitely did not come to drink and pick up girls. They had to work hard to win the Tuesday cannon first! He immediately put more force on his hands and did not care about any defense.

Okay, it's all a life-for-life style of play. Anyway, I understand that the opponent doesn't dare to confront me head-on at this time.

On Tuesday, the artillery fired and retreated at the same time. They had retreated to the corner and saw that there was no way to retreat.

Chu Zhendong shouted loudly and fired out a half-step punch. Before it even reached his body, the strong punch tore a hole in Tuesday Pao's sweatshirt!

I didn’t expect that the second senior brother’s kung fu had reached this level! Chen Tairan really didn’t expect that when he left, Chu Zhendong was still a muscle-stick who could only use his body strength, but after seven years, he had actually touched his inner body.

The threshold of home boxing has been reached.

Just as he was thinking about it, a man with a crew cut suddenly emerged from the crowd opposite. He looked to be in his thirties, and his eyes were shining. Chen Tairan immediately noticed him - this kind of look was familiar to him.

, is a master!

I saw the man rushing straight towards Chu Zhendong, using the green dragon's claws, and the seven or eight shadows of his palms made Chu Zhendong's eyes dazzled. In a trance, he seemed to see the edges of the man's palms as red as blood!

"No!" Chen Tairan's feet suddenly exerted force, but the distance between the two sides was too far, and he couldn't move instantly, so he couldn't save him even if he wanted to.

Chu Zhendong was hit with a palm in his chest. It didn't hurt at all, but as he took a breath, a sharp pain suddenly came from his heart. The pain made him turn over and fall over. He couldn't help but twitch and sweat like rain.

"Fuck you! Didn't we agree on a one-on-one fight!?" Zhao Xiaohu's eyes instantly turned red, and regardless of the fact that he was still injured, he jumped up and rushed forward.

More than a dozen Caesar security guards couldn't help it anymore. Chu Zhendong was a very loyal person and always treated them very well. When they were together, they were like brothers. At this time, Brother Dong was tricked and said

Damn it, fight them!

A black shadow suddenly stopped in front of him, it was Chen Tairan!

"Holy shit! Who are you? Get out of the way!" The boys didn't know him at all and even wanted to flatten him.

"Shut the hell up!" Chen Tairan roared, silencing everyone. They saw this guy picking up two beer bottles from the corner and striding towards the opposite side.

"Brother Tai, wait..." Zhao Xiaohu was just about to call Chen Tairan when he saw this guy twist his body and rush into the crowd on the opposite side in a few steps. After two loud bangs, the two big men's heads were blown open.

He fell directly to the ground.

The strange thing is that the wine bottle is not broken yet - someone poured two rays of pure Yang Qi into it, which instantly made the bottle stronger than gold and iron, like two short hammers, with very powerful attack power!

Chen Tairan carried these two weapons and went straight to fight with thirty or forty people on the opposite side! Regardless of whether the other side was holding a machete or an army thorn, one of them would go over and beat his arms until his arms were broken, and his thighs would be broken.

Not to mention how brutal it is!

"Holy shit! Who is this guy? So fierce!" Caesar's security guys looked at each other, somewhat confused about the situation.

"You idiots, this is Brother Tai, my senior brother, and Brother Dong's junior brother. From now on, focus on your recruiting skills, and don't just catch someone you don't know and make noises." Zhao Xiaohu enjoyed watching it so much that he didn't help at all.

Okay, let Chen Tairan perform alone.

"Fuck him!" Zhou Zuipao's eyes widened. He couldn't believe how powerful the other party was - in just half a cigarette, half of the thirty-five brothers he brought fell.

Is this guy cheating?

As soon as Chen Tairan heard Tuesday Pao's shouting, he immediately turned around and killed him! Several young men shouted and cursed and stopped him, but they were all shot by him. Strangely enough, this guy's shot didn't seem to be heavy, but it was powerful.

It's weird and powerful. It can kill people with one blow and never needs a second blow.

On Tuesday, he was sweating. Until now, he still hasn't figured out where the opponent is coming from. Just looking at this posture, the numerical advantage seems to have little effect on that bastard...

Just as he was thinking that Chen Tairan had already come to kill him, Tuesday Pao put aside his thoughts, took the knife from his younger brother's hand, rushed forward with a roar, and slashed with the knife!

Chen Tairan knocked a bottle of wine on the blade of the knife. The mouth of the Tuesday gun was hot and his arms were numb. Two bottles of wine were knocked on it and he couldn't even hold the knife. Chen Tairan took advantage of the situation and swiped it in the face, and his head suddenly twisted.

, spitting out a mouthful of blood foam, which also contained seven or eight big teeth.

"Well done!" Zhao Xiaohu took the lead in applauding, which attracted cheers from the boys.

Chen Tairan succeeded with one blow, and without stopping, he swept the wine bottle in his right hand, knocking out most of the other half of Tuesday Pao's teeth, and then the bottom of the bottle slammed into his poor nose, and a clear "crack" was heard.

"Squeak, it looks like Tuesday Pao is going to find a better plastic surgeon this time.

Chen Tairan was so determined to teach Zhou Zuipao a lesson, so he naturally stopped in his tracks. The people around him were not hard-earned, and after ten or so sharp knives, one or two would always hit.

"Brother Tai, my little... heart..." Zhao Xiaohu shouted halfway, and the other party had already succeeded. But what was surprising was that the big blade slashed hard on Chen Tairan, but it made a clear metal collision sound, just like that piece of metal.

What is wrapped under the worn-out brand-name singlet is not muscles and bones, but steel plates and gears!

Everyone's eyes widened and they couldn't believe it. Isn't this a martial arts drama? What a joke!!!

Chen Tairan didn't care what they thought. As the falcon fell, seven or eight more people fell to the ground.

Facing such a monster that looks like cast iron, even Daoer's ruthless thugs couldn't help but feel frightened, and collectively began to retreat, no matter what the second artilleryman was, their lives were at stake!

Chen Tairan has no intention of letting them go. Chu Zhendong is still lying on the ground. If he doesn't beat all these grandchildren down today, he will not be Chen Tairan!

Suddenly a black shadow rushed over, it was the guy with a flat head just now! This guy seems to be used to plotting against people in the dark, and this time is no exception. I saw a three-edged military thorn in his hand, the cold light flashed, and the knife

The point is less than half a foot away from Chen Tairan's lower back!


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