Two hundred and twentieth chapter kill the courage
He Zhenzhong turned around, stretched out his right hand, and landed on the head that was still on his shoulder. He squeezed it and twitched it.
Poof, blood splattered.
As soon as he shook his head, He Zhenzhong didn't say a word, stepped on the ground, and rushed towards the four guys to fight back.
The four guys' eyes widened and their faces were ashen. This guy killed one person. Not only did he not choose to escape, he even dared to stop, turn around, and kill them.
Their lungs were about to burst with anger, this guy looked down on others so much.
It's not that he looks down upon him, but that He Zhenzhong said before that these guys are not worthy enough to kill him.
call.
He Zhenzhong made a circle with his right hand and passed it with one stroke.
Dang Dang.
The expressions of the two guys changed, and a huge force came from the first pass, forcing them to retreat.
The other two guys, one on the left and one on the right, attacked He Zhenzhong from a flanking position.
He Zhenzhong turned to one side of his body, turned around, and leaned back violently with his upper body, An Ran's back almost touched the ground.
call.
Come out first.
Ding.
The two heads and the tips of the knives were touching.
At the same time, He Zhenzhong's right foot suddenly lifted up.
Boom.
In front of him, the guy's face changed, his wrist hurt, and the head that was stabbing him suddenly lifted up and stabbed in the air.
"Is everything okay?"
Seeing He Zhenzhong turn his head, An Ran snorted.
"hold me."
An Ran gritted her teeth, nodded, and hugged He Zhenzhong's neck harder with both hands. Their bodies were just touching each other, as if they were about to merge into one.
And He Zhenzhong twisted his waist hard and kicked his feet at the same time. His body violently turned several sideways in a row, and the head held in his right hand continued to chop off the guy who was charging towards him.
Dang Dang Dang.
A guy who rushed over raised his head and kept blocking, with a panicked look on his face. Even though he tried his best to suck the baby, he still couldn't stop him and was forced to retreat continuously.
call.
when.
His arm hurt and he couldn't stop it, and his right hand dropped.
"Help me." The guy yelled in fear.
call.
puff.
His voice stopped suddenly, and a large gash had been cut in his neck, and blood kept spurting out. His face was full of horror, and he quickly raised his hand to cover the wound, but it was of no use, and blood kept flowing down his fingers.
The seams flowed out, and his life was passing quickly.
Damn it, the other three guys got so angry that another one was killed.
Deng Deng Deng.
Hearing the rapid footsteps behind him, He Zhenzhong did not hesitate, reached out and grabbed the guy's collar.
"ah."
In the horrified eyes of the surrounding cultists, the tall guy, who was as strong as a cow, was actually grabbed by the thin guy with one hand.
This scene is so shocking.
A thin man of about 1.75 meters actually lifted a strong man of nearly 2 meters with one hand.
Hiss, there was a gasping sound all around, and even a kid in the back wearing a kimono, holding a samurai sword in his arms, and followed by several mercenaries widened his eyes.
"He is qualified to let me take action." The little devil said lightly, exuding strong self-confidence. He is the super master who followed this time, and can be ranked in the top fifty in Japan's domestic martial arts world.
"Aren't we going to help?"
"The weak have no qualifications to survive." The little devil looked indifferent.
"yes."
Gritting his teeth, He Zhenzhong threw it away.
The corpse screamed and hit, and the expressions of the three guys changed, and they quickly jumped to the side and got out of the way.
He Zhenzhong stamped his foot fiercely, and his body was like a shell being discharged from the barrel, rushing towards a guy.
The guy gritted his teeth and raised his hand.
when.
The two heads hit each other.
"Yeah." He Zhenzhong, carrying An Ran on his back, exploded with all his strength and pushed hard.
Deng Deng Deng.
The guy was pushed back continuously, and he felt like He Zhenzhong was hit by a raging bull, unable to stop him at all.
Dong Dong.
He Zhenzhong suddenly closed his hands, bent his feet, and jumped up. His right foot was straightened, like a thick iron rod, and it swept out fiercely.
call.
The guy's body was unstable and he couldn't avoid it at all. He could only raise his hands to block it in a hurry.
boom.
He received a heavy kick on the temple. The guy felt dizzy for a while, his body shook, and some blood continued to flow out of his mouth and nose. He shook a few times, fell to the ground with a thud, lay there, twitched violently a few times, and was completely gone.
movement.
After landing on the ground with An Ran on his back, He Zhenzhong couldn't help but gasp a little. He was covered in blood. Carrying An Ran on his back, he held on to the song tightly and stared at the remaining two guys.
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At this moment, he was like a lone wolf surrounded and trapped in a desperate situation. Although he was injured, he still fought back and tore his enemies into pieces who dared to despise him.
"**."
The remaining two guys looked ferocious and rushed over.
Whoosh.
when.
He Zhenzhong made the first block, rushed forward, forced a guy back, quickly turned sideways, clenched his fist with his bloody left hand, and let out a heavy punch.
boom.
The guy gritted his teeth and took a hard punch. Then a ferocious sneer appeared on his face and he stabbed An Ran straight away.
call.
An Ran gritted her teeth and closed her eyes. She had no regrets about dying now.
puff.
The tip of the knife touched her waist, and An Ran even felt the coldness of the tip, but she did not feel any pain.
She seemed to have thought of something, her body shook, she opened her eyes suddenly, and lowered her head.
Sure enough, He Zhenzhong's left hand was holding his head tightly, and blood was dripping down.
In her eyes, tears could no longer be suppressed, and they fell down in large drops, lying on He Zhenzhong's back. She was crying like a helpless little girl. At this moment, her heart was broken. This
Why are men so stupid?
The mercenary was also a little stunned. Isn't this Chinese afraid of pain and having his hands destroyed?
Of course, he didn't know that these were Chinese soldiers, soldiers as strong as steel. In order to protect them, they would even risk their lives, let alone being injured?
"Yeah." He Zhenzhong shouted loudly and twisted his left hand fiercely. The guy's hand loosened and his head fell off.
call.
"Oh no."
puff.
A touch of warm blood splashed onto He Zhenzhong's face.
As soon as he let go of his hand, the guy's eyes widened and he fell to the ground with a thud. There was still a handle in his shoulder that kept shaking.
Gulu.
He Zhenzhong turned around slowly while carrying An Ran on his back.
The last guy stared at him with horror on his face and kept swallowing his saliva. He was frightened by He Zhenzhong's madness. Can he defeat such a crazy and life-threatening man?
The answer is obviously no.
Da da da.
The crisp sound of gunfire rang out.
Those guys who were standing on the side finally couldn't help but shoot...