Yang Feng held a cigarette in his mouth and walked out in front of everyone's surprised eyes.
He came directly to the gate of Royal No. 1. A group of young men gathered on the road in front of the door. The security guard at the gate of Royal No. 1 was so frightened that he didn't know where he had gone. Only one receptionist pointed out after seeing Yang Feng.
Looking at the dark group of people on the side of the road, he said with a trembling voice: "Feng, Brother Feng, look at those people... are they here to cause trouble?"
Yang Feng raised a hand and patted the welcoming lady's shoulder gently and said, "Don't be afraid, girl, as long as I'm here, no one dares to mess up the situation."
As he spoke, Yang Feng took down the cigarette in his mouth, flicked an ashes, and walked towards the dark group of people.
The welcoming lady was frightened: "Brother Feng, you... what are you going to do? Don't go there, you can't defeat them alone..."
A sneer bloomed at the corner of Yang Feng's mouth, and he continued to walk towards the dark group of people with a steady pace.
There were more than a hundred people in this group, who were Black Rose's subordinates. They gathered at the door of Royal No. 1. They only waited for Black Rose to give the order, then rushed in with their weapons and smashed Royal No. 1.
place.
This group of people were all dressed in black, and the machetes in their hands and waists glowed coldly in the night, which was very scary.
Yang Feng didn't even look at them, and walked toward them step by step with his head slightly lowered, but the look on his face was filled with murderous intent, and a cold air slowly spread around his body.
"Hey, who are you? Stop..." The leader of the crowd saw someone walking towards this direction, so he stepped forward and pointed the machete at Yang Feng and shouted.
Yang Feng stopped in front of him, slowly raised his head, stared at the man and said: "Who am I? I am the one who sent you to hell..." This sentence just
After saying that, Yang Feng suddenly moved. He stepped hard on the ground with one foot, and his body suddenly rose into the air. One foot drew a beautiful arc in the air and kicked straight towards the heart of the younger brother.
"Pfft..." Before the boy could react, what was going on? His body flew straight back, hitting the crowd behind him, and then fell to the ground and spit out a mouthful of blood. Others
The people were shocked, and they all raised their machetes and rushed toward Yang Feng.
Yang Feng didn't want to talk nonsense, and rushed towards them with a sliding step, just like a pebble thrown into the lake, causing ripples in circles.
More than a hundred people quickly surrounded Yang Feng. Yang Feng was surrounded in the middle and looked a little small. The reception girl at the entrance of Royal No. 1 screamed in fright, "Oh my god, Brother Feng is surrounded by them."
Okay, it's over now...
"Pfft..." A scary voice suddenly came to mind. When he looked again, he found that Yang Feng had already taken action. One of his hands was like a claw and he suddenly grabbed the neck of a younger brother. Then with a strong force, he was violently injured.
After crushing his throat, the machete in the boy's hand was still raised in the air. Unfortunately, he never had the chance to chop it down. When Yang Feng loosened his grip on his throat, the boy's body fell with a pop.
On the ground.
At this time, Yang Feng suddenly felt a cool breeze coming from behind him. He turned around suddenly and saw two men with ferocious expressions holding machetes and slashing at his back. Yang Feng raised his foot and made two puffs.
He directly kicked away the two younger brothers who tried to sneak attack him, knocking down a large group of people.
"Kakakaka..." A sound of fists being clenched came over. Yang Feng clenched his fists with both hands and raised his fists in front of his chest. His eyes shot out two cold lights with murderous intent.
, his whole body exuded a frightening aura, and the younger brothers surrounding him couldn't help being startled, and took two steps back.
But Yang Feng didn't give them any chance to react. He jumped towards them with a leap. Before they could react, he had kicked them over or knocked them away with a punch. He was so fast and powerful.
It's jaw-dropping.
"Ah...ah...ah..." The screams kept ringing out from the crowd, and along with the sound of banging and banging, the boys fell to the ground one by one, and
Yang Feng was like a drop of water splashing into a hot oil pan. The oil exploded and made a popping sound.
After a while, half of the more than a hundred boys had fallen down. Like fruits that had been beaten by frost, not much was left.
The remaining fifty or so young men all showed horrified expressions and looked at Yang Feng in horror. How could this young man be so powerful? Damn it, he was simply not human.
But after Yang Feng defeated those fifty-odd young men, his expression did not change, his heart did not beat. He still had a cigarette in his mouth, and his eyes still glowed coldly. He raised his hand and looked at his watch. Seven minutes had passed, and there were still three minutes left.
Then he turned his attention to the remaining dozens of younger brothers. Those younger brothers raised their weapons again, but no one dared to step forward. They seemed a little scared.
"Time is running out..." Yang Feng muttered. Just as he finished speaking, his body moved again and he jumped into the crowd, covering his ears with lightning speed.
The force stuck on the neck of a younger brother. The younger brother dilated his pupils in fear and opened his mouth wide but could not make any sound. At this time, Yang Feng raised his other hand and pressed the younger brother's head with both hands.
They exerted force in opposite directions, and there was a click, and the boy's neck was twisted alive.
"Damn, that's cruel..." The other boy cursed loudly and rushed over with a machete in his hand, screaming.
"Bang..." The boy's machete drew an arc in the air and cut straight towards Yang Feng's head.
"Ding..." A crisp sound sounded, Yang Feng suddenly raised his hand, and a silver flying knife flew out, shooting straight at the wrist of the younger brother. The younger brother screamed, and in his hand
The machete flew out of his hand. Yang Feng jumped, caught the machete, then turned around and came to the young man, placing the machetes across his neck. The young man was so frightened that he suddenly froze: "Don't...
...Do not kill me......"
"Pfft..." As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Feng had already slashed his arm with the machete, and a blood arrow flew out, and then one of the boy's arms also flew out.
"Ah..." The little brother watched Yang Feng cut off one of his arms, and screamed with a pale face in fear. The scream sounded particularly frightening at night, but it was even more terrifying.
Still behind, Yang Feng raised his hand again, raised the knife and slashed at the boy's other arm. In the blink of an eye, the boy's other arm was also chopped off.
Another stream of blood arrows flew out, along with the chopped-off arm.
When the other boys saw this scene, they were so frightened that they took a few steps back, and some even covered their mouths and retched.
The boy whose arms were cut off was already bloody, but he was not dead yet. He just fell straight to the ground, and the blood from the broken arm was flowing out.
Yang Feng didn't mean to give up yet. He walked towards the younger brother and stepped on his thigh. He grabbed his foot with one hand and kicked it violently. The younger brother's leg suddenly moved in a strange way.
His posture bent, and then there was a cracking sound of bones. Oh my God, Yang Feng actually twisted his leg alive. The boy could no longer scream, and could only gasp for air.
Then there was another sound of bones breaking, and Yang Feng grabbed his other leg and twisted it in the same way.
The little brother finally couldn't stand the torture and fainted.