What to Do if You Look Too Fierce

Dozens of unscrupulous teenagers swept, jumped, slashed, or stabbed. Although they were in a slightly different order, they almost blocked all the space in front of Aoki Si.

Dodge backwards?

Do not!

"Flying Sword Yujian Style."

"Sky Soaring Dragon Flash!"

Aoki Division's body suddenly spun, his toes tapped to the ground, his calves tensed, followed by his thighs, waist, abdominal muscles, pectoral muscles, shoulders, back, upper arms, forearms, wrists, fingers!

If someone could take off Aoki's clothes to observe his muscle movement at this time, they would definitely be astonished - just look at him starting from the bottom of his feet, and the movement of his muscles is like two small pythons coiling up from his feet, from normal to sudden swelling , until the fingertips, the blue veins on the back of the hand are exposed.

The wooden knife stuck in the waist with his left hand flashed out more quickly than the lightning behind Aokiji, and the shadow of sticks in the sky that seemed to have nowhere to hide and could not be resisted in front of him disappeared in just a moment.

"Clap!"

"It's ringing like a bell."

Seven or eight baseball bats, iron rods, and wooden slats were sent flying across the air, and landed on the ceiling and the wall, making a crisp sound, and fell to the ground with a bang bang bang bang bang bang bang, rolling into a ball.

"There is still a chance!" There are five or six baseball bats and other weapons, which are still hurling towards Aoki Si with unabated momentum.

The excited eyes of the Kaijiu bad guys just emerged, and then they turned into panic.

Only to see that Aoki Division didn't stop after spinning and slashing, but with the help of the ultra-centrifugal force of the rotation, he slashed back like a flying fairy!

"Snapped!"

This time, Kai Jiu's delinquents only felt a sharp pain in their mouths due to the more terrifying power, and the weapons in their hands disappeared in the next moment, and they were slammed into the air.

"What the hell is this!" Finally someone couldn't help shouting, and hurriedly backed away, never wanting to face Aoki Tsukasa who had a more ruthless expression, so he turned around and ran, not even having the courage to observe from a distance .

"Monster!" The delinquent boy standing at the back dropped the weapon in his hand tremblingly, and staggered back a few steps, but tripped over the baseball bat that someone had dropped on the ground, and sat down on his buttocks. on the ground.

Aoki Si slowly retracted the wooden knife, looked at the Kaijiu boys who kept retreating in front of him, with a stern expression: "Where is Sagara?"

"Yes, it should be in the classroom on the second floor." Aoki, who was in direct eye contact with Aoki Tsukasa, stammered about Sagara's whereabouts.

Aoki took a step forward and walked straight towards the corridor with a blank expression. Those bad boys who blocked the way hurriedly scattered to avoid them. Aoki made a move, but watched him stepping up the stairs in fear, walking up the steps step by step, silent like a cicada.

With the zigzag staircase, as long as Aokiji turns the corner, he will completely leave Kai Jiubai's sight on the first floor.

Climbing up step by step, Aoki raised his left hand, looked at a slender wound on the palm of his left hand, looked at the blood gurgling out of it, and sighed: "Many moves of Feitian Yujianliu require the cooperation of the scabbard. There is only one wooden knife, which is still a bit worse."

"I didn't expect that just using the left hand to replace the role of the scabbard, the sword drawn and slashed would have such power."

Clenching his fist, Aokiji held the wooden knife on his shoulder with his right hand, and took out a cigarette case from his trouser pocket with his bloody left hand. Fortunately, the school uniforms presented by the system were of good quality, and the inside was not wet by the rain.

Putting it in his mouth casually, Aoki took out the lighter, and before he could light it, he just stepped on the platform on the second floor, when there was a loud wind at the corner, Aoki squatted down calmly, and the handle of the wooden knife in his right hand With a hard bump to the right, a muffled groan rang in his ears.

"People who drive for a long time are very good at sneak attacks." Aoki Si unhurriedly lit the cigarette butt in his mouth first, and then turned his face calmly. A delinquent boy holding an iron rod was holding his nose Kneeling on the knees, blood gurgled out from between the fingers, and kept whining in pain.

The baseball bat he failed in the sneak attack came out of his hand, hit the left wall, fell to the ground and rolled down the stairs, making a series of noisy noises.

Aoki Tsukasa exhaled a puff of smoke, kicked him casually to the ground, looked down at him, his eyes were extremely indifferent: "Where is Sagara Meng?"

Bad, who was covering his nose, stretched out his bloody hand tremblingly, and pointed to the corridor.

Aoki Si took a look, in the quiet corridor, there were tightly closed class doors on both sides.

The windows have long been covered with graffiti and posters, and it's impossible to see what's inside unless you get close to them.

Qing Musi casually walked to the door of the nearest class, moved his ears slightly, and then kicked towards the wooden door violently.

The already old wooden door suddenly made a crackling sound, and then it was rushed by a huge force, smashing on the bad body behind the door, which was ready to go, and directly crushed it to the ground.

Aokiji looked impatiently at the delinquent boy who was struggling to get up from behind the wooden door, and said in a cold tone, "Where is Mengmeng Sagara?"

After finishing speaking, Aoki stepped on the wooden door, and the bad boy who was pressed under the door felt as if his body was being pressed on a mountain, and he only struggled to expose his head, and couldn't move anymore.

"In, inside." The delinquent boy stammered and nodded his head further into the corridor.

Qing Musi kicked the wooden door open, bent down, grabbed his collar, and lifted him up.

The delinquent boy's face turned red from being strangled, but for some reason he suddenly remembered that this was the first time since he graduated from kindergarten, he was dragged up by someone like a chicken with one hand.

Not only that, Qing Musi dragged his collar with one hand, like holding a fluffy doll, dragged him out of the empty classroom, and dragged him to the depths of the corridor.

"Is this it?" Aoki took off the cigarette butt with his left hand, and pointed to the wooden door beside him.

The bad boy's face was almost purple, and he shook his head desperately.

Aoki Division looked to the other side, calmly said: "That's it."

Picking up the delinquent boy, he slammed it hard against the wooden door, before the delinquent could cry out in pain, the next moment, Aoki Division's footprint landed on his chest.

Immediately, he was kicked into the class with the door, and there was a burst of shaking of tables and chairs and screams.

Looking at the few delinquent boys in the class, and Sagara Meng sitting on the desk, playing with a steel pipe in his hand, Aoki Tsukasa slowly raised the corners of his mouth.

"Got you."

"Sagacious and fierce."

Chapter 220 Five Are You Happy?

"Are you ready?" Aoki Si stepped into the class door with heavy steps, pushed aside the unscrupulous boy who was lying on the wooden door in front of him and wailing constantly, the tip of the wooden knife in his hand trembled slightly.