Super Special Forces King

Chapter 51 Clean Up White Skins (Part 1)

With the sound of breathing air-conditioning, everyone expected that Baipi's skills were definitely not simple, but they did not expect it to be so scary.

The speed of eruption alone is three points faster than the four black boxers just now!

"go to hell!"

Baipi's yin and yang weird voice sounded, rushing to Zhang Feng, his fingers went straight to Zhang Feng's eyes.

The expression on Zhang Feng's face didn't change in any way, and he still looked like an idiot.

Seeing that Bai Cancan's fingers were about to be inserted into Zhang Feng's eyeballs, Zhang Feng's neck tilted to one side and dodged.

Next, I took out the yin feet without mercy, and the timing was just right. It was the old power of the white skin. When the new power was not born, the angle was also tricky!

Bai Pi's face changed slightly, and his other hand immediately pressed down, blocking it in the crotch.

boom.

Baipi stepped back three steps and stood firmly, his palms were slightly numb, but the expression on Zhang Feng's face remained unchanged.

Experts know if there is any. Baipi also put away his contempt.

Although a slap in the face didn't cause much harm to him, it is not difficult to see that Zhang Feng is a Lianjiazi, and it is definitely not as simple as a lipstick.

"Boy, I really underestimated you, but there is only one ending for you today, and that is death!"

Baipi squeezed his fist and squeezed towards Zhang Feng again.

A punch is a killer move, going straight to the heart of Zhang Feng's temple.

Zhang Feng retreated two steps to let Baipi's fist open, while the latter was unforgiving. Baipi hadn't planned to get Zhang Feng with a single punch. It was his plan to retreat.

A whip leg drew directly towards Zhang Feng's weakness!

Zhang Feng retire again!

Bai Pi swears not to give up, and again pulls out his leg to the soft underbelly of Zhang Feng's other side.

Continuously retreating, Zhang Feng's back has slowly approached the edge of the iron cage, and immediately reached the point where he could not retreat.

"Boy, I see where you can go, you now kneel down and give you Grandpa Bai, I will knock my head three times, and then let me break your hands, I will let you make a living!"

"You're not ashamed, you kneel and kowtow to me now, I can think about making you a better loser!" Zhang Feng replied.

"I don't know what to do, go to hell!"

Baipi's leg is faster than the other, and his strength is getting heavier.

The drug dealers in the audience were also happy, and I didn't expect that the outcome would be decided so soon! They all win against the white skin, and can earn tens of thousands of dollars in a blink of an eye.

Gunzi shook his head slightly and sighed. He was ready to stop the gambling fight between the two.

Although the face will be ugly by the time, at least he can save Zhang Lao Er's life, he can be said to be able to do it.

Lao Zhuang also understands that Zhang Feng is in a dire situation now, he is only constantly dodge, and he has no chance to fight back. When he is forced to a corner by the white skin, I am afraid it will be the time to tell the winner!

boom.

Zhang Feng's back hit the iron cage, and the situation was exhausted.

"Die!" Baipi laughed wildly, and hit the whip leg to abstract Zhang Feng's thigh joint.

Zhang Feng has no room to dodge, and can only raise his calf to defend.

The two legs touched each other with a bang.

Even a layman can tell that Zhang Feng has suffered a dark loss.

Bai Pi was prepared to sink his legs vigorously, but Zhang Feng just blocked it hastily.

One leg touched the ground, Zhang Feng's calf trembled slightly, and the place where he had just been hit was hot and painful.

Although he couldn't see the injury through his pants, Zhang Feng could feel it, and he was probably red and swollen.

"Quack, see what else can you do?" Bai Pi made an unpleasant chuckle!

He threw out his legs again, and with this kick he wanted Zhang Feng's half life, so the high whip leg went straight to Zhang Feng's head.

Lifting his head to protect his head, people can't see the expression on his face.

Zhang Feng's lips moved slightly, and the blade that was as thin as a cicada's wing spit out, sandwiched between his fingers.

Just when everyone was watching the white-skinned unstoppable high-whip legs and was about to fall on Zhang Feng's head protected by both arms, Zhang Feng moved!

He had no way of retreating but could only rush forward, reaching out to pick up the white-skin whip leg.

Even the artillery shook his head and used his hand to pick up the whip, which is totally unwise to find his own death.

"I think you are mad, or, kick off your arm first, and then torture you well!" Bai Pi sneered.

The palm of the hand and the high whip leg touched each other without violent noises.

Because Zhang Feng's palm touched his leg and walked away, and he dodged when he lowered his body!

Everyone knows that Baipi must have a back hand, and it is impossible to let this duck with the mouth fly.

But the scene they imagined didn't happen at all. Baipi touched the ground on one leg, with a painful expression on his face, while blood gurgled out of his trouser legs.

"Boy, you are so tricky!"

How could Zhang Feng give him a chance to continue and rush to kill him suddenly.

His fists, knees, and elbows all become lethal weapons, and the focus is on White Skin's right leg.

Only Bai Pi knew that his right hamstring was severed by Zhang Feng's sharp weapon at the moment!

"Don't you want me to die? Let me see who is the one who died in the end!" Zhang Feng said in a cold voice, slamming his fists against Baipi without interruption.

Everyone was stunned, they hadn't understood how the situation changed so quickly.

The first second, Baipi chased Zhang Feng to fight, and the next second, the roles of the two people changed, and it seemed that Baipi had no power to fight back.

With just a few breaths, Bai Pi's face has been hit with two old punches, and there is a completed shoe print on her chest.

"Boy, you shame me!"

The white-skinned person wanted to speak, and Zhang Feng immediately interrupted: "White-skinned, why are you so nonsense? We are now gambling and fighting, not the old ladies who scold the street, whoever is the best can win!"

The white skin almost didn't spit out a mouthful of old blood. You kid, I'm first, and now I don't even let Lao Tzu say anything!

Lao Zhuang turned from sadness to joy. He figured out what was going on, because when he and Zhang Feng were in the bath, he saw a small thin blade hidden in Zhang Feng's mouth!

Paozi saw Lao Zhuang's expression and asked: "Lao Zhuang, what is going on with Brother Zhang?"

Lao Zhuang had no words, so he could not be heard by someone with a heart, so he slightly opened his mouth and pointed his fingers!

Paozi understood that this Zhang Lao Er was a gentleman of Liang Shang, and only this number could practice hiding the blade in his mouth.

Snapped!

Zhang Feng's fist fell firmly on Baipi's face.

A stream of blood sputtered from the corner of Baipi's mouth, and his body collapsed on the ground, struggling to stand up, all blood in his open mouth.