"Why, you still want to resist when you are about to die?"
"Do you really think of yourself as the God of War? Do you think you can fight one against a hundred?"
"It seems you didn't understand the situation clearly. In this case, I can only break your hands and feet and then take them back."
When the macho men saw A Biao actually standing up and exuding a cold aura, they were startled at first, and then sneered.
The leading man screamed and waved his hand, "Kill!"
In an instant, more than fifty tough men rushed towards A Biao and Wang Fan crazily.
Of course, most of the tough men went towards A Biao, and only three or five of Wang Fan came over.
The battle is triggered instantly.
A Biao smiled coldly, "Trash, a bunch of trash. It just so happens that I haven't exercised my muscles for a long time, so I will try my hand at you today."
He said with a sneer, twisting his neck slightly, and instantly made a crackling sound of bones.
The next second, the whole person was blasted towards the group of tough men like cannonballs.
Like a tiger descending from the mountain, it is unstoppable.
In just an instant, A Biao rushed in front of those tough men. His huge body exerted infinite force and collided with two of them.
boom!
The faces of the two people changed, as if they were hit by a speeding truck. They didn't even have time to scream, and they were knocked away.
While the person was in the air, the sound of cracking bones could already be heard, and blood spewed out of his mouth. Even though it was late at night, the blood was bright red and dazzling.
Behind them, there were five or six people who couldn't dodge and were knocked over. They fell to the ground and let out ear-piercing screams. They couldn't get up for a long time.
call!
A fierce man's eyes flashed with ferociousness, approaching from the side, his fist set off a violent gust of wind, and hit A Biao's head.
A Biao smiled coldly and didn't even bother to hide. He turned slightly sideways and hit him hard with his chest.
Bang!
That macho expression
As soon as he changed, he felt as if his fist was bombarded against the steel plate. Blood mist exploded from the whole fist, and it was shattered from the wrist, and he let out a harsh howl.
A Biao glanced at him coldly, smiled disdainfully, and suddenly grabbed his shoulder with his right hand, pulling and flicking him.
call!
His whole body was like a sandbag, being thrown away by A Biao.
There was a series of loud cracks, and several tough men were smashed away. They vomited blood and fell to the ground.
Seeing this scene, the faces of the remaining tough men finally changed, and their expressions began to become solemn.
Fifty people came to capture the two men, thinking that they would be absolutely sure, but A Biao's combat effectiveness was completely beyond their imagination.
"You bastard, you are very good at hitting. I want to see if your fists can be stronger than swords, guns and sticks."
"Everyone use knives to chop him to death! Two fists can't beat four hands. I don't believe it. His two fists can beat a sword stick!"
One of the tough men roared, suddenly grabbed a bright machete, and swung it forward as if to boost his morale, and then started to kill Wang Fan crazily.
The other tough men looked at this scene and were stunned at first, then came to their senses, grabbed their weapons, and rushed towards A Biao with howls.
Originally, they thought it would be effortless to capture Wang Fan and the two men, so in order to reduce the impact, they did not use knives or sticks.
But now, they feel that they can no longer do without the knife and stick.
The machete and stick gave off a cold light under the moonlight, tearing the air, setting off a whistling wind, and fiercely greeted A Biao.
Looking at it from a distance is chilling.
A Biao smiled coldly, a cold light flashed in his huge copper bell-like eyes, laughed wildly, and faced him bravely!
call!
A machete pierced the air first, from top to bottom, crazy
Hit A Biao's head.
A Biao dodged, and the machete struck his clothes. The next second, A Biao raised his leg and hit his arm hard.
Bang!
The macho man's entire arm was cut off, his flesh and blood exploded, his mouth opened wide, and he couldn't help but howl like a slaughtering pig. He couldn't hold the machete in his hand, and it fell to the ground.
A Biao swiped his hand, grabbed the fallen machete, and swung it forward fiercely. In an instant, he swung away five or six knives and sticks.
The next second, his right leg set off a thunderous wind and swept out.
Bang bang bang bang bang.
There was no doubt that five or six people vomited blood and fell down.
A Biao jumped out of the way, slashed at the empty space with two more swords and sticks, and then slashed backwards with his sword.
Chichi.
The chests of the two tough men were torn apart with bloody knife marks. Blood flew everywhere and they screamed and fell.
The smell of blood filled the air, and the scene was indescribably dead silence.
The remaining five or six tough men were completely dumbfounded.
This, who is not a human being, is simply the God of War!
A Biao stood there like an iron tower, covered in blood and filled with evil spirits.
One man can guard the gate, but ten thousand men cannot open it.
The warm night wind blows, but it brings a biting chill and makes people break out in cold sweat.
Sister Na, who had just gotten up, was stunned for a moment. Her legs were clamped tightly, her hands were covering her mouth, and her breathing was rapid.
Her eyes were full of disbelief, as if she had never imagined that more than fifty people would lose when they beat A Biao alone.
Why is this person I met at the airport so powerful?
Is it possible that they really hit the wall this time?
A Biao looked at the remaining five people indifferently, holding the knife in his right hand and approaching step by step with a steady pace.
The five tough men's hearts trembled, and they couldn't help but start to retreat. Big beads of sweat flowed from their foreheads, and then they couldn't help but start to retreat.
My back was completely soaked with cold sweat.
At a certain moment, two of them seemed to remember something, and their eyes suddenly lit up with joy. They grabbed the crossbow arrows from their lower backs with both hands and pointed at A Biao crazily.
"Don't move, if you move again, I will be rude!"
"Throw away the knife and kneel down for me! Oh no, chop your legs twice, then kneel down for me, quick, quick!"
They held arrows in both hands and pointed at A Biao brazenly, their eyes full of ferocity, and their hearts filled with the pleasure of surviving the disaster.
The other three people looked at this scene and their faces were instantly ecstatic.
There are twists and turns, twists and turns!
Sister Na's eyes also started to brighten. With the arrow in hand, A Biao shouldn't be able to change the world, right?
No matter how powerful he is, can he be more powerful than sharp arrows?
At this time, everyone had ignored Wang Fan. After all, Wang Fan was too insignificant.
The melon-eaters in the distance looked at this scene, their eyes widened, and their expressions became lifeless.
No one expected that the Wen family would be so arrogant that they would even use powerful crossbows.
In the direction pointed by the tip of the arrow, everyone screamed and ran away, no one wanted to be hurt.
After all, this is too terrible.
However, what made the macho man's expression change drastically was that A Biao's expression did not change much at all when faced with the crossbow arrow.
Still leisurely and calm, he approached the five people.
"You bastard, didn't you hear what I said? Kneel down! Kneel down! Otherwise, I will really release the arrow!" The two macho men's eyes were wide open, and they clicked on the safety, and their eyes became crazy.
But A Biao turned a deaf ear and kept moving forward.
The two macho men couldn’t stand it anymore!
"Oh shit!"
They gritted their teeth and fired arrows crazily!
Whizzing!
The harsh sound of the wind broke the tranquility of the night...