This guy's stick came quickly and urgently. In just a blink of an eye, the stick, which was as thick as my forearm and surrounded by the whistling wind, was right in front of me.
I cursed in my heart, and quickly moved aside, and the stick as thick as an arm almost touched the bridge of my nose.
The next second I heard a "pound" sound, and the stick hit the place where I just lay.
"You damn... are so deadly!" I cursed in my mind when I saw this, but the curse continued and the movements of my hands did not stop at all.
As soon as I turned over, I stood up from the ground with a click. Then, I raised my foot, pointed it at the stick on the ground and stepped on it. I cursed in my heart: "You stay here!"
I spoke very slowly, but this set of movements actually took less than 1 second.
After the arrogant-looking guy in front of me missed his move, before he could react, my foot had already stepped on the stick.
It can be said that my kick was full of strength, and I heard a "click". Under the dual action of the stick and the ground, I stepped on and broke three of the boy's four fingers on the spot.
As the saying goes, ten fingers are connected to the heart, but the pain of the severed finger made him give up his hands immediately, squatting on the ground with his hands covered and screaming "Ouch".
However, I am not a kind-hearted master. Years of experience on the battlefield tell me that "Don't chase poor bandits", but "poor bandits" that are squatting on the ground and not running can be used for last-ditch attacks.
Thinking of this, without saying a word, I raised my foot and aimed a "football kick" at this guy's annoying face.
Anyone who knows how to fight, or has fought, knows that the power of a football kick is quite powerful. If an average person is kicked like this without dodging or dodging, they can basically return to their original position even if they do not die. .
Because the guy in front of me was so preoccupied with the pain in his hand that he didn't notice my presence at all, so he wasn't even prepared for my kick.
After hearing a few "bang, click, ah" sounds, the boy lost his breath and fell sideways like a dead dog.
And the reason why this kick makes three noises is because "bang" is the sound it made when I kicked this kid, "click" is the sound I made when I kicked his upper row of teeth, and "ah" is the sound I made when I kicked him. I shouted it out...
You may want to ask, why do you kick others and shout yourself?
To be honest, I didn’t want to shout, but when I couldn’t help but kick this kid, a guy ran over and gave me a stick on my back.
This guy looked like he was a master in fighting. He hit me with the stick on my back, neck, and the back of my head. It was so painful that I screamed.
I looked back at this guy and saw that he had a big donkey face. That face was so long. Looking at his face again, I saw that this guy was no better than the one I kicked him down just now. He was slender. The eyes are one big and one small, and there is a big toad mouth under the wide nose. The mouth is full of big yellow teeth, and a disgusting smell is sprayed out from the mouth.
Perhaps the stick just now gave this kid a taste of the sweetness. When he saw me looking back at him, he immediately grinned and cursed: "You made your kid do such a dirty trick! I will send you to see your father today..."
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Having said this, the big donkey-faced man turned around and shouted at the people behind him: "Brothers, we will kill this guy named Hu today. This can be regarded as avenging the sorrows of our brothers back then!"
"Okay!" The people behind him said in response.
Before I finished speaking, the big donkey-faced guy rushed towards me, picked up the stick in his hand and hit me.
I hurriedly dodged, stretched out my hand and grabbed the donkey-faced wrist. My original intention was to grab the stick in his hand with my bare hands, but who would have thought that on my side, As soon as he stretched out his hand, he heard a "whooshing" sound coming from the wind.
I glanced to the side with my peripheral vision and found a fat little white man picking up a stick and jumping up to hit me.
When I saw this, I quickly turned my body to avoid the little white fat man's stick.
But after dodging this stick, he followed closely
There are...these guys may not look good, but when it comes to fighting, they are all veterans, and their coordination is quite good. You hit with a stick, and he hits with a stick. There is an airtight connection between the sticks. To outsiders, the four of them seemed to have used the sticks in their hands to weave a big net, trapping me entirely in it. As long as I wasn't paying attention, I would probably have to explain myself here today.
But let’s be honest, even if there are many of them, I don’t have anything to take advantage of. But these guys are wild men after all. It’s not that easy to deal with a master from a professional army like me. , so, for a while, I was evenly matched with them.
But as I was typing, I suddenly discovered that Xiong Ming, who I had originally thrown aside, was gone.
Since I woke up, Xiong Ming and Hua Muling's reactions were extremely abnormal. At this time, he suddenly disappeared, which made me feel a little nervous. "Where did this guy go?"
Just when I was thinking nonsense, suddenly there were three sounds of "buzz...buzz...buzz..." coming from outside the door.
This is the sound of a copper bell, dull and long, sounding like muffled thunder, and each sound can be heard far away.
After hearing the bell, those guys seemed to have received some signal, and they all stopped fighting one by one.
The big donkey face turned to the other people and said, "Grandma, it's time! Get out!"
After saying the word "withdraw", the other people made a feint, then turned around and ran outside, leaving me alone with a confused face.
The big donkey-faced guy turned around and yelled at me while running: "Hu, please remember... I will come back to you... We are not done with the debt from sixty years ago!"
After saying this, he ran out of the door in a flash, as if he would not be able to leave if he moved a little slower.
I looked at the backs of those guys rushing out of the room, and countless questions couldn't help but arise from the bottom of my heart. Although the big donkey-faced words were short, the speaker may not have meant it, but the listener did.
I didn't chase them, but stood there and thought to myself: "Sixty years ago...sixty years ago...could these guys have anything to do with the Wuzi Rebellion sixty years ago? It's unlikely! These guys shouldn't look much older than me, right? Are they from their family...? The way these guys look at me doesn't look like they are seeking revenge for others. They seem to know me, and they are just trying to get rid of me. You came here for me! If that’s the case, that would be so weird!”
Just when I was thinking of this, there were three more "buzz buzz" bells ringing outside the room.
"Oh, yes, there is also this bell!" I suddenly realized: "These guys looked desperate as soon as they came in. Why did they all suddenly run away when they heard the bell! I faintly heard them saying It’s time, what time has it come? Also, where did this bell sound come from?”
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