Chapter five hundred and eighty second abolish one
"Come on. Baidu search"
He Zhenzhong hooked his left hand, which was pricked with blood from the fine needle. Facing the three great masters, his expression did not change at all.
"good."
"Kill these shameless guys."
"Long live China."
He Zhenzhong's actions made all the Chinese people in the stands excited. How could China, the descendants of the dragon, be afraid of the sticks of these small and small countries? Even if these guys are shameless, they will still be beaten to death.
, Kneel down and beg for mercy.
The Koreans in the stands were all silent. At this time, they had nothing to complain about. However, they all sat upright, showing that we are gentlemen and are not as common as you.
The three guys took a deep breath and stared directly at He Zhenzhong. Now they didn't care about being shameless or shameless. If they lost, it would be a real shame. I am afraid that the Taekwondo in Korea will not be able to hold its head high in the future.
Boom, boom, boom.
At this moment, the three of them moved at the same time, stamping their feet on the ground at the same time, one in front, two behind, forming a golden triangle charging formation and rushing towards He Zhenzhong quickly.
Deng Deng Deng.
The guy in front rushed past quickly, and when he was halfway there, his feet hit the ground hard, and his body rose into the air, about thirty centimeters above the ground. Then he twisted his waist, rotated his body with a roar, and at the same time raised his right foot and followed the trend.
Scanned it out.
Almost at the same time, the two guys behind him followed closely, one on the left and the other on the right. They roared with two heavy fists, completely blocking He Zhenzhong's left and right escape routes.
The encirclement of three people took shape in an instant.
When they wanted to come, He Zhenzhong had no other option but to retreat.
However, in the face of these sticks, as a descendant of the dragon, how can we take a step back when facing these sticks?
Boom.
He Zhenzhong suddenly stomped his right foot, lunged forward, and then sidestepped away from the guy's foot. His left hand reached out like lightning, grabbed the ankle that the guy was sweeping over with a snap, and then raised his right foot suddenly.
rise.
call.
His right foot was heavy, like a thick iron rod and struck down.
What?
In front of He Zhenzhong, the guy's eyes widened instantly, with a look of horror on his face.
boom.
boom.
boom.
Three dull meaty sounds were heard.
Click, the terrifying sound of bone cracking followed, and those watching the game in the stands could not help but feel nervous.
"ah."
A shrill scream sounded, and the guy screamed. His right calf was instantly chopped off, and it was obviously twisted downwards irregularly. His face was twisted into a ball due to the severe pain.
Damn it.
The teeth of the two guys next to them were shattered, and their attacks were ignored. No one expected that the guy would ignore one of them and directly kill one of them.
Whoosh.
Dong Dong.
A punch and a kick landed on He Zhenzhong's body again.
Without even shaking his body, He Zhenzhong let out a deep shout, flexed and bounced his feet, and his body rose into the air. He raised his right foot high, then let out a cry, and struck down vertically again.
boom.
Boom.
The injured guy had no time to dodge, and his shoulder was hit straight on. His left foot couldn't bear it, and it suddenly bent. Then with a thud, he knelt down in front of He Zhenzhong.
"ah."
The guy was screaming wildly, his eyes were bloodshot, and he was beaten so hard that he knelt down to a Chinese man just by looking at him? He was a Taekwondo master, so he was unforgivable.
He pushed his hands violently to the ground, and all his strength was concentrated on a pair of arms, but it was of no use. The feet pressing on his shoulders were like a big mountain, making it impossible for him to lift up.
Dong Dong.
The two guys next to him were still breathing heavily, and they kept punching and kicking He Zhenzhong. It was like two arrogant children beating an adult. They were beating very vigorously, but in the end they couldn't even defend themselves.
Can't be broken.
"With such little ability, how do you have the confidence to come to China to show off your power?" Staring at the guy at his feet, He Zhenzhong said calmly: "Go back, you are not allowed to come here."
"roll."
"Bangzi, get back."
"Go back and figure out your history before you come out and embarrass yourself."
"get out."
Roars continued to come from the stands, and all the Chinese people watching the game stood up and waved their fists. They were relieved. It was so relieved. In the past month, these guys have been going to heaven, putting on the airs of masters all day long.
, challenged everywhere, now you know how powerful it is.
And those Korean stickmen who were watching the game were all red-faced, their teeth were almost broken, and they had the desire to kill. However, their people were not up to par. They could only endure it, praying in their hearts that they could come back, and then start again.
Laugh at these damn Chinese people.
On the stage, He Zhenzhong withdrew his foot and then kicked it suddenly.
call.
boom.
The guy was hit on the right side of his face. He tilted his head and a large mouthful of blood spurted out. Then his body fell to the ground with a thud. Lying there, his body was convulsing continuously, and his face was even more...
It's swollen like a pig's head.
Lying there, the guy gritted his teeth and tried several times to no avail. Once his right foot was broken, he was completely disabled. Not only would he not be able to do it today, but he would not be able to do it in the future either. He would not be able to do anything again in the future.
"ah."
He could only yell, "Revenge me."
"Noisy."
call.
boom.
Another kick landed on the left side of the guy's face, and with a bang, the guy fell to the other side, lying there, trembling, opening his mouth, and another mouthful of blood spurted out. He was the master of the Korean martial art Taekwondo.
Ah, he was beaten so violently by this guy as if he was giving him a lesson. He was so aggrieved that he opened his eyes fiercely, hit his head on the ground with a thud, and fainted.
He Zhenzhong slowly turned around and looked at the two guys, "Have you beaten enough?"
The two guys had taken a few steps back and stood side by side, breathing heavily, staring at He Zhenzhong with uncontrollable horror in his eyes. They received more than a dozen punches and kicks from them. This guy
Nothing happened at all? Is this still a human being?
Seeing the expressions on the two sticks' faces, all the Chinese people laughed.
"Bangzi, don't think that a few tricks and embroidered legs are enough. Do you understand the golden bell cover and iron cloth shirt of our Chinese martial arts?"
"Okay, explain to them. In a few days, their experts may show up again. Oh, this golden bell cover and iron cloth shirt are their inventions."
"That's not something that these guys can do with their peeing skills."
Anyway, everyone feels very happy, extremely happy.
As for those Korean guys, their eyes were about to burst into flames, but they had no choice but to listen and endure...